Eva won her big race.
She can't wait to show you her medal.
And Bella made you some brownies.
Right. Well, GPS says minutes.
The girls are so excited.
Good.
Man, I am too.
They can't wait for you to get home.
Oh, and we're all packed for the beach.
It's been a crazy week.
I'll be seeing you soon.
Love you.
Love you too.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[WEAPONS COCKING]
[TIRES SQUEAL]
♪ ♪
It's a little hard to tell now,
but our vic is Frank Leone,
, out of Forest Hills.
Forest Hills. That's a nice address.
My dad used to drive us around
pointing at all the big houses
giving us the someday speech.
[CHUCKLES] The American dream.
Guess this is the flipside
of all that aspiration.
That's $ , hanging
off of a dead man's wrist.
Means the sh**t only wanted one thing.
Make sure he was dead.
Between the bling and the two sh**t,
we figured it's a hit.
So the boss says let's put some
federal tax dollars to work.
Okay. We appreciate the heads up.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
These are as*ault shotgun rounds.
Heavy duty stuff.
We used them in Mosul
for close quarters work.
Work?
Work.
Let's go ahead and bag up the shells.
See if we can dig out any slugs
and pull for prints or DNA.
And let's dust and scrub this door.
sh**t had to get in pretty
close for this final headshot.
Maybe we'll get lucky with some prints.
There any cameras in the area?
One by the entrance
of the paper plant, broken.
- That's our only witness?
- Yep.
He says there were six or seven others,
but they just skedaddled.
They know something we don't?
In this neighborhood,
snitches get stitches.
That one's a newcomer.
He gave me the whole
defund the police rant.
So I'm rolling around the corner.
And first, I'm thinking like,
"This has to be, like,
a movie set or something."
But then I'm realizing, there's
no crew, there's no camera,
so then it hits me, it's like, "Oh, wow.
This is like that real-deal
New York stuff."
Right. So you said two sh**t?
Driver was ' "-ish,
passenger was ' "-ish?
Correct.
The two sh**t were wearing masks.
Did you see their hands?
Maybe notice what race?
Mm, tall dude was white.
And the other maybe brown-ish?
Speaking of which, if you cops
were nicer to people of color,
you might have a little
more help around here.
We are not cops.
But thank you for that tip.
We will do just that.
Anything else?
Anything at all stand out?
The one who fired
the p*stol was a lefty.
Okay, good.
The van, did you catch a plate?
Maybe notice any other
details about the vehicle?
One of the hubcaps
was missing, like,
the thing in the middle,
the little, like, emblem thingy.
Uh, passenger side, front tire.
You don't miss much, do you?
I'm an artist.
Details are my life.
Ours too.
Thanks.
The K*llers went right on Broadway.
Okay.
Let's work our way out from there.
All right, so our two perps
escaped in a what?
- Black Ford van. Morning.
- Yeah.
This is bodega footage two
blocks from the crime scene.
Front wheel does match
the witness description.
We were able to track them
for a dozen blocks or so,
then we lose them.
Get any quality sh*ts of the perps?
Uh, there's not enough for facial rec,
but the biometrics can
confirm heights on both
the driver and the passenger.
Based on make and model, driver is ' ",
and riding literal shotgun
is a ' " individual.
Okay, so that all jibes
with the eyewitness statement,
plus the passenger is smoking
with his left hand.
It looks like they obscured
the license plate, yeah?
That's correct.
All right, let's put
a BOLO out on the van
and let's flip to our victim,
Mr. Frank Leone.
So who was he? Why was he k*lled?
Hobbs, talk to me. What do we know?
He was an accountant,
years at Ernst and Young.
Went on his own five years ago,
and look at this:
he was liquidating his assets
a week ago,
moving everything into cash.
And so was his wife.
Well, maybe they're
bearish on the stock market.
Or something else.
Ivy League, MBA, Lions Club.
Let's be honest, solid citizens
don't get rubbed out on city streets.
We need more.
Does he have any enemies,
any debts he won't pay?
I mean, this could be anything,
a love triangle gone bad.
Don't make me use my imagination, folks.
I need facts.
Has anyone contacted the widow?
Uh, yeah, OA and Nina
just landed in Forest Hills.
So hopefully Mrs. Leone
can enlighten us.
I don't know.
Really. He never says much.
Said much.
I mean, he works, and I do the kids.
So I can't really help much.
I just... I can't.
But Miss Leone, your husband
was m*rder*d today.
And you're being a bit evasive with us.
Was there something going on
between the two of you?
Did he have somebody else? Did you...
What? Me? Us? No, nothing like that.
Well, we know that
you sold your house recently
and that you've been
transferring lots of cash
to your various different bank accounts.
What, with this market, we need a reason
to make a move towards cash?
Is that a crime?
Hawaii?
Yes.
For our tenth, we swam
with the dolphins.
It's a beautiful family.
Thank you. He loves his girls.
We think that this was a
targeted sh**ting, Miss Leone.
So anything that you can tell us
about his personal life
or his work life,
all of it would be really,
really helpful.
I honestly don't know.
He had only one client.
He would allude to stuff
about his client
but never spell anything out.
Never even told me his name.
What kind of stuff?
If you are scared, Miss Leone,
that's okay
'cause we can protect you
and we can protect them.
But you're gonna have to help us here,
and you're gonna have
to do that right now.
It might have been, and I swear
that I am guessing, dr*gs.
Frank said he was not doing
anything illegal himself,
and he had this five-year plan,
and then we'd be set for life.
And that's why we were cashing in.
There's gonna be some really
rough times ahead
for you, for them.
So knowing who did this and why,
that's gonna be really important,
especially for the girls.
♪ ♪
Hold on.
He told me if anything happens,
this has everything.
All right, we figured out
who the mystery client is
and if he in fact k*lled his money man?
Well, Leone's only client is more
like a one-man conglomerate.
There are over LLCs,
all set up offshore.
Caymans, Belize, Isle of Man.
Kind of instruments designed
to move and launder
lots of cash without a trace.
So I'm cross-referencing
any of the accounts
with all the brick-and-mortar overlays,
and there's at least a dozen
buildings in Toronto
owned by a single trust
assigned to one of the LLCs,
and a Maria Rincon is listed
as president of that trust.
And she happens to be the
wife of Antonio Rincon.
Who is, wow, a major player.
Did some state time for distribution,
had several arrests for homicide
but strangely, no convictions.
Deep into narcotics,
runs high level robbery crews,
and sine qua non for gangsters
everywhere, m*rder for hire.
Widely known as El Feo.
All right, so our victim
was working for this El Feo,
an old school gangster
in a brave new world,
which means Client One
just became Target One.
Lookie here,
he's been tagged by the DOJ.
A secret grand jury was convened
three months ago to go after him.
Was Leone also a target
of the investigation?
I can't tell. It's weird.
Most of this is redacted.
Leone may have been testifying.
All right, I'll go talk
to the U.S. Attorney.
All I can say for sure,
our case d*ed with Leone.
- Did he flip on El Feo?
- Gave us everything.
But more importantly,
he was willing to testify.
We were less than a week away
from indicting that prick.
And somehow El Feo
found out about the betrayal.
I'm not sure.
This jury was locked super tight.
Strictly need to know.
Only prosecutors and the jurors.
Leone didn't even have a lawyer,
and I know for a fact
he never told his wife.
All right.
First thing, I need a list
of those grand jurors.
- We need to find that leak.
- Done.
You know, Izzy, Leone was a good guy,
just got himself stuck at the
intersection of greed and stupidity.
All right, folks,
any of our esteemed jurors
have any connections
to El Feo, to his g*ng,
to any known associates?
Any of those jurors have
any irregular influxes of cash?
Any major purchases?
Well, we got everyone
from a tech startup CEO
to a USPS letter carrier,
but there's only one juror
so far that jumps out,
a Mrs. Saunders.
Margaret Saunders.
On a medical assistant salary,
she made two deposits
over the past week of $ , .
That's conveniently under
the federal reporting trigger.
Well, she hit it big at the
slots or Saturday night bingo?
Or maybe she's El Feo's source.
If that is the case, how would she
and El Feo have found each other?
She's a middle class mom.
He's a depraved k*ller.
I think I have something.
She works for a dermatologist
in Midtown.
Yeah.
El Feo is a patient there.
All right, there it is.
Guilt by association.
It's like I always say, never trust
your dermatologist's assistant.
So how do we find this
Mrs. Margaret Saunders?
She's in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn.
All right, Tiffany
and Scola are closest.
Let's go ask her
about this sudden windfall.
♪ ♪
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Saunders?
Miss Saunders?
Miss Saunders?
♪ ♪
So they did the husband quick
and the wife slow?
They wanted to know
if she told anyone about
her side hustle with El Feo.
♪ ♪
Hey. Ballistics are a match.
The k*ll sh*t on Leone
is from the same g*n
that k*lled the Saunders.
k*lling Leone
was a no-brainer for El Feo.
And the minute Leone was dead,
Mrs. Saunders became a thr*at
that had to be eliminated.
Right, so El Feo
pays Saunders to be a mole,
then he tortures and kills her
and her husband.
Question is, how do we bring him down?
As far as I can tell,
we don't have any evidence.
I worked with a cop
who was cousins with El Feo.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I... I can reach out to him.
He might be a way in for us.
Do you really think he'd
help us against a relative?
He contacted me a few weeks back.
He got pinched with an
unregistered firearm.
He said he needed some help,
so he might be worth a sh*t.
[PHONE BUZZING]
Okay.
Feel him out. The mayor.
Your Honor.
All right, Hobbs, what do you got?
We just found the k*ll car in the Bronx.
- We found the black van.
- All right.
I'm checking with the NYPD
ARGUS camera on that block.
There's our two sh**t.
Yeah. Please tell me you have a
good enough angle to ID them?
Uh, not enough
for our lefty sh**t, but...
Yeah, there you go, Marcus Thierre.
Okay. Tell me about Marcus Thierre.
Ex-con, just released after serving time
for armed robbery, and he's ' ".
Looks like he has five more months to go
at a halfway house... Williamsburg.
Okay, great, you guys head over there
and talk to him,
I'll sh**t you the deets.
♪ ♪
Marcus?
Guy's solid.
Keeps to himself, mostly.
- We need to pick him up.
- Yeah.
For all the times he
didn't keep to himself.
Can you call him?
Tell him you're bringing up a package?
♪ ♪
Marcus.
FBI!
[g*nshots]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
- Get back!
- He's got a g*n!
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING]
- Get down. Get down.
Stay there!
Suspect is running out of the park.
sh*ts fired, sh*ts fired.
We got eyes on him.
♪ ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, man!
He's gone.
Hey.
We heard sh*ts. Are you guys okay?
Yeah. We're good.
Okay.
Let's work with NYPD
on containment, okay?
Yeah.
Hey, Jubal, any luck on your end?
No, not yet, but containment
is being activated.
We put out a BOLO, and we're up
on every camera in the vicinity.
So I'll let you know when we get a hit.
- [PHONE BUZZES]
- Okay.
Hey, my cop friend, Ralphie,
wants to talk.
- That's great news.
- Yeah.
Let's pay him a visit.
A hardware store?
Thought you said this guy was a cop.
He was.
He... um, he got flopped
while he was on probation.
They're always trying to make
an example out of somebody.
He just had bad luck.
NYPD and its lingua franca.
Flopped, makes it sound like
there's a comedy involved.
There's nothing funny
about losing your dream job.
Look, Stuart, he's a good guy.
He's just had it rough
the past few years.
His brother overdosed
on dr*gs a few years back,
and they were really close,
so he kind of spiraled out after that.
Started taking a lot of risks,
acting crazy.
But he's back on his feet now.
And he got this business
from his dad after he passed.
Yeah, you're a lucky man, Stuart.
Yeah, Tiff's not gonna say it out loud,
but she was first in our class
over at the academy.
Even won company sharpsh**ter.
All right. That's enough butt kissing.
I mean, she's modest to a fault.
Enough.
Okay.
Let's talk about something else.
Like my cousin El Feo.
Primo supremo.
You still see him?
Yeah, he's always after me,
man, you know?
Wants me to come use my skills,
do B&E jobs,
promises me riches.
Like, I wanna work for a guy
who kills half his employees.
You talk lately?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Yeah, El Feo reached out last week,
invited me over to his place.
Likes to show off his mansion.
[CHUCKLES]
He's moving on up, you know?
Well, if you wanna help us
take him down,
plant a wire, get him talking,
maybe that g*n charge...
Wait, wait, wait, you said
you can't help with that.
You said that's a State beef.
No, no, no, what I said was that I...
And can you believe that
that rat fink prosecutor
telling me that I deserve
to go away for a year and a day
like I'm some mutt off the street?
No, but that animal, El Feo,
he kills people for fun,
he gets a mansion, fancy cars.
And you know just as well
as I do that that scumbag,
he k*lled my brother Michael.
No, no, no, we don't know that.
Yeah, I do know that!
And that's a fact, Tiff!
Tiff, he running this neighborhood.
Who you think supplying
all the heroin here?
Come on.
And if it's cut with fentanyl,
guess what?
It's because of him.
He's telling his people to do it.
Okay, look,
maybe you should just use this
as motivation to take him down.
♪ ♪
So we good?
You in?
Hey, anybody back there?
Ralphie, you in?
Yeah. I'm in.
For pleasure.
- Okay.
- Yeah? All right.
I got you. I'm your man.
- I gotta get back to work.
- Yeah.
I don't know about this, Tiff.
That's a lot of anger he's got
towards his cousin.
No, he can do it. He's just, um...
Unhinged?
He just wears his heart on his sleeve.
Look, he's a good guy,
and he deserves a second chance,
so I'd really appreciate
your support on this.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Did he really lose his badge
for public intoxication?
He was on probation.
One strike, you're out.
But you think he's solid? Dependable?
I do.
And you?
You met him?
Uh, yeah.
Good guy.
I think it's worth a sh*t.
Okay, good.
If he helps us out, the Brooklyn
DA's willing to drop his case.
Okay. Thank you. We can get this.
Okay, Ralphie, this camera sees all.
Okay.
This earpiece just slides in.
Keeps us in constant communication.
No one will be able
to hear us except for you.
Gotcha.
This belt holds two camera bugs.
Just slide them out when
you're ready to deploy.
- Easy enough.
- Mm-hmm.
You guys got some real
James Bond gack going on here.
So you know El Feo,
you know how he operates.
Sure.
So how do we get
the most bang for our buck?
Yeah, he holds court in his kitchen.
He does his one-on-ones up in his office
like he's the pope holding
audiences or something.
Okay. That's good.
We just need information about El Feo
that ties him to the Leone
and Saunders murders.
I got you.
We also know that he uses a burner.
All right, we're gonna
need you to clone it.
This is plug and play.
This phone into the burner.
Got it. Yep.
We're gonna be with you
the whole time, okay?
Remember, though, nothing obvious.
Chitchat like always.
Tiff, I got this.
Just happy to be back in the game.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
All right, let's go live on pole cam.
All right, let's hope
this dude is solid.
What does that mean?
He's a failed cop,
hoping for his day in the sun,
and we're sending him
into the dragon's lair.
Just give him a chance.
Hands out.
Really?
Gonna make you frisk his own cousin now?
Man, he has us frisk his own momma.
Yo, yo. Up against the wall, gangsters.
- This is a raid.
- Funny guy.
[LAUGHS]
That guy in the blue shirt,
that's Junior Ruiz, known associate
of our other sh**t, Marcus Thierre.
Also a ' " lefty.
See? Ralphie's already helping us out.
You finally made it.
You always telling me I should drop by,
so here I am.
Ey, yo, cuz, for real, what you
doing blasting off in the hood
during my nap time?
[LAUGHS]
So much for run-of-the-mill chitchat.
You seriously can't
afford silencers now?
What is he doing?
Ralphie, knock it off.
I heard about that tragedy that
happened in the old neighborhood.
Makes me sad.
But with v*olence like that, Charlie,
how can people still wonder
why I left Brooklyn?
[LAUGHTER]
It's a beautiful picture of Abuelita.
My abuelita.
You know she hated your
drug-dealing ass, though, right?
Yeah, but she loved the
big-ass house I bought her.
Abuelita.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
So you want to come work for me?
I gotta ask, primo.
Why now?
Tell him you wanna
buy out your building.
You're tired of your
landlord raising your rent.
'Cause, man...
hey, look, you know
what my business has become.
I got old people losing their keys.
I got to go let 'em in.
I don't even wanna charge 'em.
I didn't ask you what
was wrong with your life.
I asked you why now.
Why now I'm suddenly not
so horrible to work for?
It's simple.
'Cause I got to get mine.
I'm tired of playing by the rules
and living like a peasant.
That's the truth.
I don't buy it, Ralphie boy.
Hey, look.
I can open any safe that they make.
And outside of the m*llitary-grade stuff,
I can get around any alarm system.
You hear this guy?
All the sudden, he wants
to be a master criminal?
Once a cop, always a cop.
- We need to pull him.
- No. Just give him a chance.
Tiff, you're gonna get
your friend here k*lled.
I was a cop for six months,
ten years ago, dummy.
And they flopped my ass. Man, what...
Okay, you know what? Ey, fine.
Fine. All right.
I'll take my skills and my
infectious charm elsewhere.
I got a bunch of major
scores mapped out too.
You know, if you're not smart
enough to get on the train, hell, man...
Ralphie, relax.
I'm interested.
So you keep talking
and maybe we'll find something
that both of us can do together.
Sounds good to me, cuz.
Thank you.
It's time to go to bathroom.
You mind if I hit the head?
Don't be so serious.
Trust me, if I didn't bust his chops,
he'd know I was wired for sure.
All right. Got it. Where's the office?
Well, don't worry.
I got mad lockpicking skills.
♪ ♪
Wait, wait. Right there.
Right between the window and the shelf.
All right.
Now where's the phone?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Bingo.
Cool. Simple.
Plug it into the cloning phone.
Hey, hey.
Where's Ruiz?
Hey, hey. Lock that door.
I need just a second.
No, you need to lock it now.
Lock it now.
Ralphie, don't move.
♪ ♪
All right, you're good. Go.
[SIGHS]
[DOOR SLIDES OPEN]
Hey. Nice job.
Here you go.
- [SIGHS]
- You good?
I'm good.
Ralphie. What's up?
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
These guys in here joking about it.
Living like... living like movie stars.
I know who they are, Tiff.
I know what they do.
Know who they k*ll.
Makes me sick.
Yeah, well,
because of you, we're a lot closer
to taking him down.
Just feel like I need a shower.
Just being next to that man.
And this prick,
this prick asked me if I wanted
to go fishing with him.
You believe that?
He's dropping bodies all over the city,
but yeah, sure, let's go snag
some striped bass.
Like I got nothing better to
do than hang out with a k*ller.
Well, the good news is,
because you did your job,
I can help you with your g*n case.
And that we're gonna nail
El Feo, all right?
He's gonna pay for all the pain
and suffering he caused.
Silver lining, huh?
It ain't much, but it's something.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
We'll be in touch.
Yeah.
All right. Thank you.
[DOOR SLIDES SHUT]
[EXHALES]
See? I told you he's good.
- We got what we needed.
- No, Tiff.
We just got really lucky.
♪ ♪
Let's see the fruits
of the cloned phone.
El Feo's burner only called
one other phone
when the murders were going down,
and that same phone was
at the scene of both killings.
Where is that phone right now?
It is on and pinging
off a cell tower in Yonkers.
Narrowing it down.
Gonna take a wild guess
and say we're about
to reconnect with Marcus Thierre.
Okay, that phone was
at an address, Garnet,
for the last hour and a half.
And it is now just down
the street from there.
Our friends in the Yonkers PD
have cameras on that block?
Uh, none of their city cams,
but the PD up there has an agreement
with commercial properties.
I can pick up a camera across the street
at an urgent care center.
And there it is in all its
art deco glory, Garnet.
Can you scrub back and feather
in some biometrics?
I'll lay in some facial rec and...
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- This is from minutes ago.
- Okay. There he is.
And he's holding...
shopping bags.
They empty?
Is he going grocery shopping?
There's a DeCicco's Market
four blocks away.
- That's where the phone is now.
- Wow. Okay.
Well, I guess even K*llers have to eat.
Hey, Tiff, Scola,
we've located your elusive pal.
Head over to the City of Hills.
♪ ♪
FBI, don't move.
Your kid is gonna be a grandparent
before you're on the streets again.
Let's go.
The good news for you, Marcus,
is that you are a small fry.
So you help us catch the big guy
and maybe you can avoid
the death penalty.
I got nothing for you.
He's sticking to his story.
It's uncanny.
It really is.
She does have your eyes.
No DNA test needed.
It's incredible, right,
that new baby smell,
when you hold them close?
There's nothing like it in the world,
especially not when they're yours.
You, Marcus, are at a fork in the road.
And so is your baby girl.
The fact is, assassinating
a grand jury witness,
best case scenario,
you are looking at supermax.
That's hours a day
inside of a windowless box.
No human contact
with anyone for decades.
Decades, Marcus, you can
forget about your baby.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Are you really gonna choose
the tough-guy dumbass road?
Come on, Marcus. Don't ruin her life.
Man.
Blood wins every time.
Okay, we want the name
of the other sh**t.
Who is it?
[EXHALES]
It's Junior Ruiz.
We're gonna need more than that, okay?
One k*ller's word over another
gets us zilch, and you, even less.
All right, then how about
the m*rder g*ns, huh?
With Ruiz's fingerprints all over them?
Where are they?
We dumped them in the river there,
right off of Hell Gate Park.
Okay, now El Feo.
All right, look, I work for Ruiz, okay?
He says we have work to do,
that is all I know.
So you're tell us that El Feo
told Ruiz what to do, right?
That's the story
you're gonna stick with.
Okay. We got enough to grab Ruiz.
And if Ruiz flips,
we'll have enough to grab El Feo.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
Junior Ruiz!
FBI! Anybody home?
- Hello?
- OA.
Come look at this.
- It's his car.
- [SIGHS] Yep.
♪ ♪
Someone forced him to overdose.
El Feo must have heard
that we grabbed Marcus,
so he k*lled Ruiz to tie off
the investigation.
Definitely fits within his pattern
to obliterate any and all threats.
Look, we need to bring El Feo in.
The case isn't perfect, but we
need to get this prick off the streets.
Okay. I'll call Isobel, get her okay.
♪ ♪
FBI. Hands up.
This one wants to play dumb.
What about you?
Where's El Feo?
No Ingles.
No El Feo, boss. He's in the wind.
♪ ♪
Mr. El Feo was not at his house.
That means he is in the wind for now.
Question, how did he get away,
where is he going, and why?
Is he actually running or is
he just out running errands?
Okay, we've been scrubbing through
all the pole camera coverage,
and there's no sign
of El Feo leaving his premises.
Only a Suburban driven
by one of his crew.
I'll track that.
And this is a camera
half a mile from his house.
- There is the Suburban.
- Yeah, yeah. Right there.
So what, he snuck out of his own house?
Well, guy's a pro.
Knows someone's always watching him.
Where... where is that car right now?
Based on traffic cameras,
our last sighting is
the exit for Randall's Island.
All right, hey, Tiff,
any idea where El Feo might be heading?
Actually, our CW Ralphie said
El Feo invited him to go fishing.
If he's on Randall's Island,
he might be headed for Little Hell Gate.
Okay, so our bad guy is looking
for a little unmolested angling
in the midst of a bloodbath?
You guys head out there.
I'll send back up.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
This is Ralphie's car.
There's blood here.
Some more right here.
So maybe El Feo saw through
Ralphie's song and dance?
This way.
♪ ♪
Look, your friends are here.
What the hell are you doing?
You stay out of this, Tiff.
You gotta put that g*n down.
Nah, this lying prick right here,
he's always giving these big speeches
about protecting the neighborhood,
about sticking together, about loyalty!
Ralphie, put the g*n down!
He k*lled my brother!
He sh*t that stuff up his nose, not me.
Ralphie, this is the last thing
Michael would want you to do.
Nah, nah. Mike hated this prick.
Ralphie, we got him
on the m*rder charges, okay?
And how long you guys been trying?
- For years, right, huh?
- You got to trust me, Ralphie.
It's a rock solid death penalty case.
He's gonna buy thousands of lawyers.
And he's gonna walk away.
He always does.
Okay, you can go on with your life,
but you got to put the g*n down.
[LAUGHS] Yeah, sure. Right?
What, they gonna give me a pass, huh,
for k*lling Ruiz? I ain't that dumb.
No, the right jury
will see he had it coming.
You don't have the balls, cobarde.
Ralphie.
All right, you're not
leaving me a choice.
Well, we gotta do what we
gotta do then, huh, Tiff?
Come on, Ralphie, just put the g*n down.
- Now!
- He's not listening!
- Quiet!
- Ralphie, please?
Drop the g*n!
This lowlife ain't walking away today.
- [g*nsh*t]
- [GROANS]
[g*nsh*t]
♪ ♪
We need a ambulance
at Little Hell Gate now.
Ralphie.
Come on, Ralphie!
[PANTING]
You know, trust me,
I get wanting to avenge
a m*rder*d brother.
Six months after / ,
all I wanted to do
was drink and k*ll.
But you didn't.
Well, I mean, k*ll, at least.
Walked away from a ton of money,
become a field agent.
Man, the things that grief
will make a person do.
Tiff, you had no way
of knowing that Ralphie
was gonna go after El Feo.
No, but I know who Ralphie is.
Was.
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
He is a wild man. He just is.
So I gotta ask, why'd you put him under?
I was a big reason why
Ralphie's life fell apart.
What do you mean?
The night that Ralphie got flopped,
we went out drinking
after a funeral for this cop.
We got really drunk and
pulled this stupid-ass prank,
and Ralphie was the only
one that got caught.
The brass leaned on him hard for names.
But he wouldn't roll.
And so they flopped him.
They took his badge.
If it wasn't for Ralphie's loyalty,
I'd have got blown up too.
So I guess we both owe
Ralphie a big thank you.
To Ralphie.
To Ralphie.
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[WOLF HOWLS]