02x18 - Change The Game

[bunniefuu]

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 K*llers.

You're cutting into
Marcy k*ller business.

I'm just trying to make it out there.

[g*nsh*t]

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!
- [g*nsh*t]

[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 sh*ts! 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 d*ck, 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 g*ns from East Africa.

What kind of g*ns?

Herstal P s.

What's your wife got to do with it?

Nothing.

I had the g*ns hidden in a crate of art.

That sounds like a you problem,

not a me problem, pal. Come on.

[g*nf*re]

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 K to get the g*ns.

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 g*ns
and make that K.

[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 m*rder*r,

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 K*llers"?

Different model, but just as deadly.

- How many?
- Webb didn't say.

Well, what did he say?

Not much. Things got testy.

- Testy?
- Yeah, g*n-testy.

Wait, you pulled your w*apon on Webb?

No, Webb pulled his w*apon on us.

I was the peacemaker.

I felt uncomfortable with that role too.

All right, everybody, listen up.

A crate of Herstal P s
belonging to Preston Webb

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

The fire . 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 g*ns

before the street finds the g*ns.

[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 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 k*ll 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.

- 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 g*n 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 b*at 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 g*ns?

Go screw yourself. [GRUNTS]

Okay, tough guy. Huh? Huh? Huh?

So you want to tell me
where you got the g*ns?

- Not a chance in hell.
- [g*nsh*t]

- [GROANING]
- How about now? Huh?

- Tell me now.
- No.

[g*nsh*t]

All right. All right.

Listen to me.

My partner's gonna
sh**t you in your head

with your own w*apon unless you start

answering questions.

There's nothing I can do about it.

You're the one with the answer.

Now, where are the g*ns?

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

- All right, sh**t 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 g*ns.

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 ?

- Mm-hmm.
- Very cool.

- Yeah.
- Is it, like, vintage p*rn?

Do I look like the kind of guy

who would share p*rn 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 g*ns.

- 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 g*ns.

[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 sh*t.

If we lose those g*ns 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 g*n, 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]

[g*nshots]

- sh*ts fired.
- Let's go.

♪ ♪

Deviate from the plan.

- This is what happens...
- Police!

- Drop the w*apon!
- Drop the g*n!

- [GRUNTS]
- Now!

♪ ♪

- Told you I needed backup.
- Ugh.

Cuff him.

[GROANS]

♪ ♪

That was way too close.

Yeah, it was. But we got the g*ns.

Well, now we know the players

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

We'll start vouchering the g*ns.

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.

b*at 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 g*ns.

No, it's not.

Where's Donnelly?

He missed the meet. His wife had a baby.

You got my P s?

No. They were confiscated.

Where'd the five- 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 g*ns.

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 g*ns.

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]