01x01 - What Happens in Puglia

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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.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Olivia Benson: Kathy?

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Elliot.

Elliot Stabler: I didn't get to say goodbye.

What do we know?

Jacob Peters: There's a w*r going on,

and your wife, she's just another casualty.

A.D.A. Dominick Carisi: But he can't be anywhere near this.

Olivia Benson: This is our case.

Dominick Carisi: You're on borrowed time.

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Chief Garland: You need to stand down, Captain.

Elliot Stabler: I need to make sure this son of a bitch goes down for m*rder.

[TENSE MUSIC]

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[DOOR BUZZES]

Elliot Stabler: Parlami di Sacha Lenski.

Marco Gennaro: Chi?

Elliot Stabler: Chi?

È stato assassinato nella sua cella a Rikers due giorni fa.

Sergeant Ayanna Bell: What's going on?

Who is he?

A.D.A Mike Keller: Detective Elliot Stabler.

Elliot Stabler: Le ricevute dei tuoi trasferimenti di denaro sono state trovate nella carrozzeria del Queens dove lavorava.

A.D.A Mike Keller: He led the manhunt in Puglia.

We flew him down for the trial.

Sergeant Ayanna Bell: Well, fly his ass out of here before he blows my case.

Detective Elliot Stabler: I'm waiting.

Female Officer: Stand down, Detective.

Detective Elliot Stabler: Sto aspettando

Female Officer: Detective!

Detective Elliot Stabler: You're all dead men.

Every one of you.

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[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Lieutenant Moenning: What the hell, Elliot?

Detective Stabler: I just wanted to see their reaction when I said Lenski's name.

Lieutenant Moenning: This isn't your house anymore.

You can't just bust in and put your feet up on the table and do whatever you damn please.

Detective Stabler: The connection to Lenski is the first concrete evidence that we've got that I may have been targeted...

Lieutenant Moenning: Which makes keeping you on this even more of a conflict for me.

This program is my baby, Elliot.

You know that, and a lot of people wanted to shut it down before I recruited you.

You've been my poster boy for why this system works.

But what happened at the courthouse this morning could've blown that all to hell.

Detective Stabler: I want answers.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Closure.

I need that.

For my children.

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[PLAYFUL SHOUTING]

Captain Benson: So...

my evidence folder.

It's everything, up to the point when Intel took over.

I just

wanted to give it to you, you know, in case...

Detective Stabler: In case they kick me out?

Captain Benson: Uh...

Detective Stabler: Thanks.

I'm still on there.

For the moment.

We don't do a lot of sledding in Rome.

Eli's all about soccer.

Captain Benson: Fútbol.

Detective Stabler: Yeah, that's what they call it in Europe.

Italians call it "calcio".

They think they invented the damn game.

[CHUCKLES DRYLY]

Captain Benson: Yeah, I, uh...

can't believe you lived in Rome.

Detective Stabler: Had this great apartment.

Terrace overlooking this 15th century palazzo.

You would've loved it.

Captain Benson: You know, Elliot, I...

I can't.

Detective Stabler: I get it.

Captain Benson: They found a burner cell at the Lenski kid's apartment.

Now it's in the bag.

Our tech guys couldn't cr*ck it, but maybe you know someone.

Detective Stabler: Yeah.

Captain Benson: Okay.

Detective Stabler: Liv.

Thank you. Again.

Uh, look, when I RSVP'd for your award ceremony, they asked me to say a few words, and, um, you know me and public speaking.

[WEAKLY]

Captain Benson: Yeah.

Detective Stabler: Yeah, so...

I wrote this, uh...

And I was gonna give it to you that evening.

[LOVE THEME]

Probably a better way to say what I was just about to say, so...

um...

Just take it, read it.

Don't read it.

Throw it away.

Um...

You know, whatever you decide, I understand.

Noah: Mommy! Mommy!

Did you see that one, Mom?

Detective Stabler; Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Captain Benson: Yes, honey, I did.

You're amazing!

Should I try it, or no?

Noah: Yeah, you should try.

Captain Benson: Here, or where?

Let's go to the other one.

Noah: Yeah.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

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Detective Stabler: Grazie, Roberto. Si..

I'm...

I'm doing the best I can.

Roberto: Tell me how I can help you, my friend.

Anything.

Detective Stabler: You remember the Ondrak case?

I'm trying to find the hacker who tracked the Romanian drug dealers through that video game app.

Jet Slootmaekers: You want me to hack this phone?

Detective Stabler: Calls and texts have been wiped.

We can't get anything off it.

Jet Slootmaekers: Copy.

Detective Stabler: And the owner's dead, so this is my last best chance at getting him to tell me what
he was all about.

Jet Slootmaekers: Copy.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Detective Stabler: You're an artist, huh?

[KEYS CLACKING]

Jet Slootmaekers: "We Have Nothing but Thoughts and Memory Between Us".

Detective Stabler: Say what?

Jet Slootmaekers: The name of the piece is "We Have Nothing but Thoughts and Memory Between Us".

Detective Elliot Stabler: Oh.

Jet Slootmaekers: The burner left a trail on the IMSI catchers.

These are all the GPS hits from the two days before your person was offed.

Starbucks, Chamber Street.

Uzbecki diner on 4th and A.

Starbucks, Court Street.

Starbucks, Flatbush.

Detective Stabler: Last stop's gotta be a bathroom break.

Jet Slootmaekers: Subway.

He could've peed there.

Detective Stabler: Hmm.

Jet Slootmaekers: He spent a couple of hours at Securico Storage on Brighton Street.

Detective Stabler: All right.

[KEYS CLACKING]
Well, Securico Storage.

What's that all about?

Can you blow this up?

Jet Slootmaekers: The building is registered to...

Hart LLC, an International Business Corp.

First listed November 13, 2014.

There was a bust there last August.

For a rave.

The company was cited for quarantine violations.

Detective Stabler: We had this place under surveillance?

Lieutenant Moenning: Not specifically.

Our Domain Awareness System has CCTV cams throughout the borough.

A.D.A Delgado: Very unpopular with the civil liberties crowd.

Detective Stabler: We know Lenski was in that storage facility.

A.D.A. Delgado: The GPS data's inadmissible.

Detective Stabler: Without chain of custody, I got that, Counselor.

But we need to know what he was doing in that place the day before the bombing.

A.D.A. Delgado: It appears Hart LLC would be a shell corp.

Detective Stabler: For?

A.D.A. Delgado: It's owned by Manfredi Sinatra.

Detective Stabler: He's doing a bid upstate.

Lieutenant Moenning: He got out about six months ago.

Detective Stabler: So what's it take for a guy like me to get a warrant these days?

[TENSE MUSIC]

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Preteen #1: Hey, yo, it's the police.

Preteen #2: It's 5-0, it's 5-0 .

Preteen #3: Hey, 5-0 .

NYPD!

Don't sh**t!

Don't sh**t!

Detective Stabler: Relax.

Nobody's doing any sh**ting.

You!

Detective Fairey: Hey!

Not a good idea.

Detective Stabler: Come here.

Come here!

Preteen: Man.

I told you.

What, yo?

Detective Stabler: Hi.

This your place?

Preteen: Nah.

Ain't no one in there.

It shut down after Raffi the Poet got blasted.

Detective Stabler: Raffi the Poet?

Preteen: This was his spot.

Some kind of hookah joint, but he's dead now.

Detective Stabler: Okay, well, me and my friends are gonna take a look around, so I need you and your friends to get out of here.

- Come on, yo.
- See ya.

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[INDISTINCT ORDERS SHOUTED]

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Officer: Stack on the door.

You're up.

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[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

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Officer: I need the perimeter covered.

Detective Fairey: What language is this?

Detective Stabler: Italian.

And we need to get those analyzed.

Detective Stabler: Hey.

Rafiq Aaron Wheatley.

Detective Fairey: Raffi the Poet.

Detective Stabler; That's a good guess.

Where have you been?

Where were you going?

Also, let's see if that kid's story checks out.

Make sure you really are dead.

Female Officer: Stabler.

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Roberto: It was there, secure in the lock box where you left it.

Detective Stabler: So the one we found is a duplicate.

Roberto: Someone betrayed us.

Someone that works for me in my department.

I will find who did this, Elliot.

I give you my word.

Detective Stabler: I know you will, Roberto.

What about the certificates?

Documents found in the safe...

Certificates of Conformity.

All of them are counterfeit, and they match exactly ones that we found during a raid in Puglia a few months back.

Those were being used to move substandard face masks and PPE across international borders.

Lieutenant Moenning: PPEs, meds, ventilators.

From the get-go, organized crime has been making bank off this pandemic.

Detective Stabler: I need to meet with Sinatra.

Lieutenant Moenning: Slow your roll, Elliot.

We don't have enough to pin anything on him yet.

Detective Stabler: I agree.

Just want to look him in the eye.

A.D.A. Delgado: Pat Sharkey.

Lieutenant Moenning: What about him?

He's a mob lawyer, locked up at Green Haven.

A.D.A. Delago: He was on Sinatra's payroll, had his ear more than any of his own guys.

He was who we used to talk to when we wanted to get a message to the boss.

Lieutenant Moenning: I'll see if I can get you and Stan to talk to him.

A.D.A. Delgado: Okay, there's just one thing that doesn't quite jive with me.

Rafiq Wheatley...

Raffi the Poet...

was a smalltime Black drug dealer.

Lieutenant Moenning: The Mafia's not as white as they used to be.

All the families use g*ng members at the street level.

A.D.A. Delgado: No. Not Sinatra.

He's a dyed-in-the-wool r*cist.

Notoriously doesn't like Blacks.

- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

- A few details, Mr. Sinatra?

Just a few details.

Manfredi Sinatra: You know what, I ask you guys,

why are the authorities locking up

an Italian gentleman like me?

Right now, they should be out there

focusing on locking up

those mentally deficient BLM lowlifes and thugs.

A.D.A. Delgado: That was six months ago, right after he got out of prison.

So, what was Raffi doing up in that warehouse?

Detective Stabler: Rafiq Wheatley have any living relatives?

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Angela Wheatley: The colored Jones polynomial at the nth root of unity has this simple expression.

So next week, we'll use...

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The Riemann sum for the Lobachevsky function to express the hyperbolic volume of the knot.

It's a very beautiful computation, guys.

I'm looking forward to it.

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Detective Stabler: Professor Wheatley.

Hi.

I'm Detective Stabler.

I need to talk to you about your son, Rafiq.

Professor Wheatley: No.

Detective Stabler: Don't you want to know who k*lled him?

Professor Wheatley: Do you know?

Detective Stabler: Not yet.

But I'm your best sh*t at finding out.

Angela Wheatley: I know why Rafiq was m*rder*d.

I don't know what good it would do to learn who...

who did it.

I'm fairly certain it was some other woman's son, which makes two mothers already in pain.

Isn't that enough?

Detective Stabler: Last week, my wife was m*rder*d.

"I am reminded of a woman in grief.

Her son divided by land, by triggers and blood".

Really was a poet.

Angela Wheatley: Yeah, a gifted poet.

He was the love of my life.

Detective Stabler: So I'm just trying to figure out what this was doing in the warehouse safe along
with Rafiq's passport.

Angela Wheatley: Rome?

Detective Stabler: I was working there.

My wife and I were just in New York on...

a visit.

Angela Wheatley: I'm sorry.

But I... have no idea.

Detective Stabler: Do you know what he did?

Who his business associates were?

Professor Wheatley: Rafiq's father was an addict.

And I made a conscious choice years ago not to live in that darkness again.

Detective Stabler: I'd like to get in touch with your ex-husband.

Professor Wheatley: We were never married.

And he d*ed in of a heroin overdose.

The only thing he ever gave my son was a genetic predisposition for substance abuse.

Fun, huh?

Is there anything else?

Detective stabler: No.

Thank you for your time.

Professor Wheatley: Of course.

Detective Stabler: Actually, there is one last question, if you don't mind.

Professor Wheatley: Sure.

Detective Stabler: How long does it take?

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

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[SIREN WAILING]

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[PHONE CHIMING]

Detective Stabler: Stabler.

On my way.

Pat Sharkey: I don't know, Detective.

You don't strike me as the kind of person that can afford my services.

Detective Stabler: I think it was meant to be an insult.

Detective Fairey: I think maybe it was.

Detective Stabler: Your former client, Manfredi Sinatra, have you been in touch with him lately?

Pat Sharkey: Yeah, I went out dancing with him last night.

[CHUCKLES DRYLY]

Detective Stabler: Arrange a meeting for me with him, and maybe we can, uh, work something out
with your unhappy marriage here.

Pat Sharkey: You saying you can get me a transfer?

Detective Stabler: Or at least a new toothbrush.

[CHUCKLES]

Detective Fairey: Now, that's funny.

Pat Sharkey: Assuming I was able to get a message to Mr. Sinatra, what would I tell him?

You tell him what happened in Puglia didn't stay in Puglia.

[DARK MUSIC]

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Father Hogan: It was Elliot that introduced me to Kathy 37 years ago.

He was 14 years old.

She, 13

He says to me, "Father, this is...

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[SOLEMN MUSIC]

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Elizabeth Stabler: Eli.

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Detective Stabler: Eli.

Eli Stabler: I just miss my mom.

Detective Stabler: Hey, I'm here.

Eli Stabler: My mom...

Detective Stabler: I got you.

I promise, I got you.

Yeah.

Detective Stabler: Thanks for coming.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Hold on a second.

Hold on a second.

Guys, start dinner without me.

I just gotta make a stop.

[STAMMERS]

Eli, go with Maureen.

Go with Maureen.

Okay.

Manfredi Sinatra: Here I am.

What am I doing here?

Detective Stabler: You know why I'm dressed like this?

I just buried my wife.

Manfredi Sinatra: My condolences.

I'll ask again.

What am I doing here?

Detective Stabler: You know who I am.

Manfredi Sinatra: I don't know you from Adam.

I'm here because an old friend who's fallen on hard times asked for a favor.

Detective Stabler: How about this?

You ever seen this?

I found it in your warehouse safe.

Manfredi Sinatra: Pfft, I own a lot of warehouses, Detective Stabler.

Detective Stabler: Yeah, this is the one that had a hookah joint in it.

Run by a drug dealer.

Raffi the Poet?

Manfredi Sinatra: I don't get involved with my tenants.

I'm a very busy man.

My friend mentioned something about Puglia.

Detective Stabler: Yeah, Puglia, it's where I picked up these two dirtbags trying to move fake N95 masks and ventilator parts across international borders.

[CHUCKLES]

Manfredi Sinatra: Now why would I get involved in something like that?

Detective Stabler: I can think of a couple million reasons why.

Manfredi Sinatra: I'm a building contractor, so what do I know?

But it sounds to me like some very smalltime, worthless crapola.

Detective Stabler: Small enough to try and take me out?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Unfortunately, your bomber made a big mistake.

Manfredi Sinatra: My bomber?

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Detective Stabler: You took my wife from me.

Manfredi Sinatra: You got all wrong, son.

I don't make mistakes like that.

If I wanted you dead, you'd be the one in the ground right now.

[TENSE MUSIC]

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Richard Wheatley: You should know how the new security tech works.

It's a biometric entry system.

Fingerprint activated.

Richard Wheatley Jr.: Cool.

So that startup idea I was telling you about.

Me and Gavin know a pretty connected group of B-list hip-hop artists, outta Il...

Richard Wheatley: Sounds like a moneymaker.

What pairs better with Pavé Ocre and Emmental?

The La Jalousie, or the Gaja Gaia and Rey?

Richard Wheatley Jr.: No idea.

Richard Wheatley: Have you talked to Dana lately?

We're moving new product development to her division.

Richie, your sister is k*lling it at Contrapos.

Richard Wheatley Jr.: Dad, that's Dana, all right?

See, I want to start something of my own, like you did.

Richard Wheatley: I also raised the startup capital on my own.

$ 250,000.
I was--

BOTH: 23 years old.

Richard Wheatley: When I started the company.

Ryan Wheatley: Dad...

Richard Wheatley: Ryan.

The La Jalousie, or the Gaja Gaia and Rey?

Ryan Wheatley: With Pavé Ocre and Emmental?

Richard Wheatley: Uh-huh.

Ryan Wheatley: I would go with the Gaja.

Richard Wheatley: Put it away.

Ryan Wheatley: You want an unoaked Chardonnay to offset the buttery cheeses.

Richard Wheatley: You're amazing.

Ryan Wheatley: Dad, Pop-pop is here.

Richard Wheatley: Go tell your mom.

[MATCH CRACKLES]

Richard Wheatley: No smoking in the house.

Pilar's rules.

Manfredi Sinatra: Where I come from, the wife doesn't make the rules.

Richard Wheatley: Mom would've begged to differ.

Let's go to the game room.

[CHUCKLES]

Manfredi Sinatra: Hey.

Richard Wheatley: [SPEAKING SPANISH]

Manfredi Sinatra: That's enough. Go outside.

Come on.

Go outside. Go lay down.

Come on. Go ahead.

Richard Wheatley: Dogs, they don't listen.

Manfredi Sinatra: You know, it wouldn't hurt you to come visit me, Richard.

You know, just for appearances.

I realize you think you're better than me.

Richard Wheatley: You know next to nothing about what goes on inside my head.

Just tell me why you're here.

Manfredi Sinatra: I wanna know what that lowlife street thug was doing throwing parties in my warehouse.

Richard Wheatley: "Lowlife"?

Manfredi Sinatra: Yeah.

Richard Wheatley: Are you referring to your grandson?

Manfredi Sinatra: Hey, hey.

You adopted him.

I didn't.

I mean, at least the other three have some of my blood in them.

I mean, that flat-nosed junkie's no grandson of mine.

Richard Wheatley: Get out of my house...

Pilar Wheatley: I heard we had a unexpected visitor.

Manfredi.

Manfredi Sinatra: Pilar.

Pilar Wheatley: To what do we owe the pleasure?

Manfredi Sinatra: Nice to see you.

Pilar Wheatley: Everything okay?

Richard Wheatley: Everything's sweet, my love.

No worries.

Manfredi Sinatra: You look lovely as ever.

I-- I really like that painting of you in the living room.

Richard Wheatley: The Mickalene Thomas.

[CHUCKLES]

Pilar Wheatley: That's not me.

Manfredi Sinatra: Ah.

Pilar Wheatley: So lovely to see you too, Manfredi.

Manfredi Sinatra: Good to see you.

Richard Wheatley: Rafiq was working for me at Contrapos.

Since you were in prison with a bunch of other...

lowlife thugs, I didn't think you'd object to me using the warehouse for a legitimate business enterprise.

Manfredi Sinatra: Legitimate, huh?

Richard Wheatley: Yeah.

Manfredi Sinatra: You like to throw it in my face how you're a legitimate businessman.

You don't think I know what's going on with you in Puglia?

Richard Wheatley: No idea what you're talking about.

Manfredi Sinatra: Anybody who does business in Puglia, they come to me first to ask for permission.

[CHUCKLES]

Richard Wheatley: Why would I ask permission from someone who doesn't even deserve perception?

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Manfredi Sinatra: You know what your problem is, Richard?

You were born smart, and you think that's all there is to it.

But being smart doesn't make up for being a meatball.

You're not fat anymore, polpetto,

but you're still a stupid, little meatball.

Richard Wheatley: Are we done?

Manfredi Sinatra: No.

Someone k*lled a cop's wife a few days ago.

Evidence was found in my warehouse, in a safe belonging to some dumbass named Raffi the Poet.

Richard Wheatley: Let yourself out.

[TENSE MUSIC]

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Lieutenant Moenning: Narco thinks the Certificates of Conformity have something to do with the COVID vaccine.

Detective Stabler: Well, that makes sense.

Lieutenant Moenning: How was your meet with Sinatra?

Detective Stabler: Not giving anything away.

Lieutenant Moenning; Well, here's the good news.

Upstairs is giving us the task force.

Detective Stabler: That's fantastic.

Who've I got?

Hey, give me Stan Fairey, if you can spare him.

Lieutenant Moenning: Elliot, you're not in charge of it.

Detective Stabler: Who is?

Sergeant Bell: Detective Stabler.

Nice to see you again.

[SIGHS]

Detective Stabler: Look, I know I didn't make a great first impression on you.

Sergeant Bell: And you thought jumping me on a street corner would be a good way to change my mind?

Detective Stabler: I'm not jumping...

Sergeant Bell: You're the spouse of a m*rder victim connected to this case.

Detective Stabler: Which means I'll work my ass for you.

Sergeant Bell: I also checked your records and your psych eval.

Six sh**t.

Detective Stabler: All of them good!

Sergeant bell: Not every one.

You skipped town before they did the review on the last one.

Detective Stabler: Hold on a second.

You wanna know something?

I'm getting pretty sick and tired of everybody judging who I was from 12 years ago.

I was a damn good cop then.

I'm a better cop now.

You talk to my people in Rome.

You talk to anybody I've ever worked with.

Sergeant Bell: I already did.

Detective Stabler: And?

Sergeant Bell: And I observed you firsthand threatening witnesses that are essential to my case.

Detective Stabler: That won't happen again.

Sergeant Bell: Oh, it will happen again.

Guys who came up when you did, you guys never think you really need to change your ways.

Detective Stabler: Really?

You know you're profiling me right now?

Sergeant Bell: Detective Stabler, you don't know a damn thing about being profiled.

I checked your notes.

I saw you talked to Angela Wheatley.

Detective Stabler: That's right.

You know Professor Wheatley?

Sergeant Bell: Not personally.

Impressive woman, though.

I'ma need to know everything about that conversation.

Detective Stabler: Does that mean I'm on your task force now?

Sergeant Bell: Meet me at The Met tomorrow morning and we'll talk about it.

You know The Met?

I hope you don't think I'm profiling you again.

Detective Stabler: Museum or opera?

You know, I've lived here all my life.

I've been to this museum twice.

My first year in Italy, my wife and I...

Kathy... went basically every week.

Vatican Museum, Borghese Gallery, The Uffizi in Florence.

Sergeant Bell: Why do you think that is?

Detective Stabler: We don't appreciate what we have.

So despite all my warts, what made you decide to take a chance on me?

I figured, you wouldn't have invited me here if you hadn't.

Sergeant Bell: Well, for one, I've been looking into Manfredi Sinatra's son for almost two years.

Detective Stabler: Sinatra has a son?

Sergeant Bell: He started one of the first online pharmacies back when Sinatra was making his way up as a capo.

Contrapos RX.

He tries to pass off as a respectable businessman, but the fact is, he's one of the world's biggest distributors of illegal narcotics.

I just haven't been able to prove it yet.

He also goes by a different name.

He endowed this exhibit.



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Professor Wheatley: It should be pretty easy.

To be continued.

Ah.

Bye.

Detective Stabler: You didn't tell me you were married.

Professor Wheatley: And divorced.

Aren't you a detective?

Isn't it your job to know these things?

Detective Stabler: Which is why it's so interesting I didn't.

I mean, how do you bury something like that?

Especially if you're the son of a mafia don.

Professor Wheatley: Oh, I didn't know who Richard's dad was when I married him.

I mean, he loathes the man with every fiber of his being.

Detective Stabler: That why he changed his name?

Professor Wheatley: Uh, Wheatley's actually mine.

He did it because he knew how much it would piss off his father.

Marry a Black woman and take her last name.

Detective Stabler: And how about your kids?

What happened to them?

[SIGHS]

Professor Wheatley: Richie and Dana chose him.

And I got Rafiq.

End of story.

Detective Stabler: That's rough.

Any chance after the divorce your ex had a change of heart?

Maybe wound up in business with his father?

Professor Wheatley: Well, we're not particularly chatty these days, but I can't imagine a world where he'd get into business...

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING]

- [g*nshots ECHOING]

- [SCREAMING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[HORN HONKS]

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[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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Detective Stabler: Am I in the right place?

Sergeant Bell: Would you mind handing me that printout?

With the label "Oklahoma City"?

You were at 1PP till almost midnight debriefing on that drive-by with Angela Wheatley.

Detective Stabler: Yeah, well, just like old times.

Sergeant Bell: Yeah, well, this is a new day.

In the future, I need you to be more...

careful and methodical.

That's the way I like to do things.

Detective Stabler: You're the boss.

Sergeant Bell: Mm-hmm.

So you think the hit was on Angela Wheatley or you?

Detective Stabler: It could've been either.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

She knows more than she's saying.

Sergeant Bell: Hmm.

Detective Stabler: You're pretty deep into Richard Wheatley, aren't you?

Sergeant Bell: Yeah.

Richard Wheatley is why we're here.

And just to be clear, when we cast out our net, we might end up dragging in the people who hired your wife's k*ller.

I sincerely hope we do.

But our charge is to bust an international drug cartel that's skated under the radar for two decades, okay?

Detective stabler: Understood.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

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Detective Stabler: Who else is on the task force?

Sergeant Bell: So far, you're it.

I'm, uh, vetting a couple candidates later this afternoon.

Detective Stabler: Well, without overstepping, I can give you the name of the best hacker I've ever worked with.

Jet...

Slootmaekers.

Sergeant Bell: Spell it.

[NOTIFICATION CHIMES]

- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Sergeant Bell: Stabler.

[STAMMERS]

Yeah, it's S-L-O-O-T...

Uh...

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Manfredi Sinatra: You're early.

Richard Wheatley: Don't worry, Dad.

He's just the attendant you hired to run the Ferris wheel.

Come on.

Get in.

Don't be a sissy.

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[GEARS CLANKING]

Richard Wheatley: So damn nostalgic.

Isn't it, Dad?

We used to come here practically every weekend.

Such a different world.

Manfredi Sinatra: A better world, if you ask me.

[CHUCKLES]

Richard Wheatley: Hmm, things are pretty sweet right now.

Who knew a worldwide pandemic could be so profitable?

[CHUCKLES]

Manfredi Sinatra: What I was trying to tell you the other day, unfortunately, it didn't go very well.

What do you think about you and I getting into business together?

Richard Wheatley: I'm intrigued.

What are you proposing?

Manfredi Sinatra: A partnership.

Richard Wheatley: Partners?

You and me.

Father, son.

I know we had our differences in the past, but I know in my heart, we could overcome it.

Richard Wheatley: Oh, it's hard to overcome the fact that you're planning on serving me up to a cop tonight.

Manfredi Sinatra: That's not true.

Richard Wheatley: Are you telling me you're not here for a meet with a cop?

Manfredi Sinatra: That cop is coming after you, Richard.

I'm meeting him to protect you.

I wanted to see if he had any vulnerabilities.

I'm your father.

Look in my eyes!

I would never betray you.

A man doesn't betray his family.

Richard Wheatley: Hmm.

I really want to believe that.

Manfredi Sinatra: Look.

I know I made things hard for you.

I...

I mean, I could never understand that--

why someone would want to...

mix, you know, with other races.

I...

[RATTLING]

Richard Wheatley: Remember how the guy would do this for us every time we got to the top?

He would stop the wheel.

And we'd look down.

Manfredi Sinatra: Yeah.

Richard Wheatley: Sun shining, my chubby, little legs swinging.

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS WEAKLY]

And we'd see all these tiny, little dots running around.

I couldn't believe they were human beings.

Manfredi Sinatra: That's what I'm trying to say.

From up here, they all look the same.

You can't tell the difference from the Blacks and the whites.

Or anything else, for that matter.

That's what I've learned from this tragic, terrible time.

Richard Wheatley: But now, you're suddenly woke.

Manfredi Sinatra: "Woke"?

Richard Wheatley: You're not a r*cist anymore.

Manfredi Sinatra: What I'm trying to tell you is, I regret the ugly things I said about your children--

my grandchildren.

Especially about your beautiful wife.

How could I say--

[FERRIS WHEEL WHINING]

Richard Wheatley: Love is love?

Manfredi Sinatra: Indeed.

Love is love.

Richard Wheatley: The problem is, ya big meatball...

[BOTH LAUGH]

That's the one thing I can't ever forgive you for.

[EERIE MUSIC]

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[PHONE CLICKS]

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Pilar Wheatley: I thought you said we were going to Babula for dinner tonight.

Richard Wheatley: They're keeping it open for us.

Pilar Wheatley: And what about this bitch?

Angela Wheatley: I'll take that as a compliment.

Can you please get these foul beasts away from me?

[CHUCKLES]

Pilar Wheatley: They think you're foul.

Richard Wheatley: Go get ready, baby.

I'll be right there.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Richard Wheatley: You all right, Ang?

Angela Wheatley: What do you think?

I told you I could handle it.

You didn't need to send your g*ons.

They opened fire out in the open, on the campus of the school where I teach.

It's reckless, Richard.

You're still reckless.

It used to be kind of cute when you were a young buck.

Not so cute anymore.

Richard Wheatley: You can't talk to me like that in my own house.

Angela Wheatley: It used to be my house.

Actually, where is Florinda?

I think I'm gonna have her make me something.

Richard Wheatley: You know that's why I divorced you, right?

[TENSE MUSIC]

NYPD.

1 PP.

How can I help you?

[MUFFLED]

Detective Stabler: I wanna report a body at Coney Island at the Wonder Wheel.

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Captain Benson: Elliot.

[SHAKILY]

Detective Stabler: Hey.

What are you doing here?

Captain Benson: What just happened?

Detective Stabler: What do you mean?

Captain Benson: You okay?

Detective Stabler: I'm fine.

What's going on?

Why are you here?

Captain Benson: I was just out at Hunt's Point, and I, uh...

I read your letter, and I thought we'd talk about it.

[PHONE CHIMING]

Detective Stabler: I wanna talk.

I just, um--

I can't right now.

Captain Benson: Hey.

Detective Stabler: Yeah?

Captain Benson: Are you working?

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Detective Stabler: I gotta go.

Stabler.

Yeah, I'll meet you out front in 20.

Okay.

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[ELEVATOR DINGS]

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[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[WOLF HOWLS]