.
- 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.
- I gotta leave town for a bit.
- Why?
- Money's a little tied up right now.
- El, it's me--again.
Joey is still in the wind.
We should be out there looking for him.
- We just got back initial forensics from the warehouse.
They found blood at the scene.
- It's Sam's blood.
- His blood was found in the warehouse
where my brother works?
What does that mean?
- I'm ATF.
- That guy was mine.
I just don't know how they got their hand on him.
- It was Angus's business partner.
His name's Julian Emery.
He is my priority.
- My partner, he likes to keep a low profile.
I'm paying him off, getting out.
If things go sideways, don't hesitate.
Where is he?
- He couldn't make it.
- Gun!
[gunshots]
- If he wants a war, I guess I got one more in me.
Trish and Hank, stick with me.
As of now, we're on lockdown.
Man's a coward,
just a snake hiding in the shadows.
You know, I was warned.
I was, but I saw opportunity.
Others, they just saw a snake tightening its grasp.
I should've never gone into business with Emery.
- After what's happened, do you think you're still
in business with him?
- That is the question, isn't it, Hank?
Tell you this.
If you hadn't reacted the way you did,
I wouldn't be here to do business with anybody.
So... thanks
- Amen! - Amen.
- Before the honey,
whiskey was the thing that we Boones made.
Going back, oh, way back before--
before the Revolutionary War,
for 250 years.
Our tradition, handed down from generation to generation.
Hey, you boys, you have had a shock.
You need to just sit a spell...
Take it all in...
And then you figure out
how to cut the head off that damn snake.
[dramatic music]
Yeah.
♪
[tense music]
♪
.
[tense music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Angus says we're going to war,
he's not kidding.
- Angus doesn't want to take down the government.
He wants the government to leave him alone
so he can sell Emery's heroin.
- Yeah, but you said this is more than just about drugs.
So what is it that you're searching for?
- It's Emery.
He caters to militant fringe groups all over the world.
Intel says he's got something big coming in,
something rare.
We believe it was stolen from a stockpile in Belarus.
- Any idea how he's bringing it in?
- We think he's using the same smuggling routes as the heroin,
but we just can't lock it down.
Emery's people are experts at falsifying cargo manifests,
manipulating shipping routes via satellite.
Angus is my only way in.
- Angus wants to discuss strategy.
Not you. Hank.
♪
- There's Stabler.
- They're still on lockdown. We need to know why.
- That's the million-dollar question.
- How's Sarge?
- Sergeant Bell is going through it.
1PP needs a full account of the events
that led to the murder of Detective Bashir.
She'll be in the hot seat for a few days.
They'll threaten to transfer, grill her some more,
but she'll come out of it okay.
- How you doing, Captain?
- I, um,
never lost one in the line of--
Where are we with the DNA samples
collected from Arinto Wine Imports?
- We got back forensics confirming everyone
who was in the building--
staff, delivery personnel.
None had priors.
We also got hair and fiber that were a familial match
for Detective Stabler.
- One sample we couldn't ID.
- Why?
- Not on any databases we have access to.
- What about databases we don't have access to?
Tap other agencies.
Call in favors.
Beg, borrow, steal.
This operation has to be international.
Start digging.
Vargas, anything on the security camera
found at Arinto? - I was able to pull footage,
but...it's encrypted.
So gonna take time.
- Let me know when it's done.
What's the status on Stabler?
- Bullet holes on the truck indicate
he was in some sort of shoot-out.
- Track where it took place and work the scene.
Might tell us what's really going on at that honey farm.
[tense music]
♪
[phone ringing]
- Is that him?
- Angus?
[chuckles] I know you're upset.
- You tried to kill me.
- We all make mistakes.
And you did kill one of mine.
But let's get past this.
I'm in town. Come by.
We'll talk it out.
♪
- Ask him to send a proxy to the farm,
someone to guarantee your safety.
- I need you to send a proxy, somebody with value.
- Fine. I'll send Dahlia.
- Acceptable.
♪
- Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
- What the hell?
Where you been? I've been looking for you.
- Don't. Don't, Randall.
I'm not here for another reunion.
I'm here to tell you to stop looking for me.
- What do you mean? What's going on?
- Just stop.
You're gonna get yourself hurt.
- What are you talking about?
Who are you? - I'm your brother.
I'm telling you, leave it alone.
- Leave what alone?
- You break into my hotel, into my place of business.
- A cop was killed there. Did you know that?
Listen, Joey, what have you gotten yourself into?
- God, you always treat me like I don't know what I'm doing.
I know what I'm doing.
You ever wonder why I stayed overseas?
Because every time I'm back here,
I'm just the idiot little brother.
- No, you're an addict who needs help.
- You don't know me.
You were never around.
Don't act like you were.
Drop the manhunt.
I got it under control.
- Joey.
You've never had anything under control in your whole life.
- That's rich coming from you.
- Listen, I can still kick your ass, you little punk.
- Randall.
For your safety,
for Elliot's,
for Ma's,
back off.
♪
I bought it back.
♪
.
[cell phone buzzing]
- Hey, kid. What's shaking?
- Hey, Uncle Randall.
I'm trying to get ahold of my dad.
- Oh, well, Pop's on a, uh--
on a case, so--
- Unreachable. Copy.
- Everything okay?
- Yeah. It's great, actually.
I just have some big news to tell him.
- Oh. Wow.
That's interesting.
Why don't you tell me? Spill.
- I can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?
I'm your favorite uncle.
You can't tell your favorite uncle?
- It's just really something I need to tell Dad first,
so if you hear from him,
can you tell him to call me?
- Okay, man of mystery.
- Hey, I'll talk to you later.
- All right, talk to you later.
- Mm.
- I can't believe it.
- Well, then you're really not gonna believe this shot.
- I've spent months bunking
with these whoopty man-boy Opies.
You get to roll in and score a face-to-face with Emery?
Man, I'd kill to be in your shoes.
- Size 11.
Just tell me what I should be looking out for.
- [sighs]
Dates, shipping lane numbers,
port schedules.
Something that tells us when Emery's shipment's coming in.
And what the hell it might be.
- We just got word.
They'll be here in ten.
- All right.
- C'mon, let's go.
- The blood we collected is at the lab,
and ballistics is hoping to get
some prints off of the shell casings.
But the crime scene photos paint a pretty vivid picture
as to what went down. - The truck Stabler was in
met another car at the crossroads,
a gunfight ensued, and the gunman in the second car
used high-caliber rounds.
- What I like to call "man-killers,"
used by private armies or Mossad.
- So they were pros. - Well, speaking of pros,
once I got access to additional databases,
the unidentified DNA we found at Arinto,
got a hit on Europol.
- Tobias Krychek, a Chechen mercenary
wanted in two countries for war crimes and genocide.
- What's a blood mercenary doing
at a wine import business?
- Exactly, so we dug into his financials.
- We found several payments made to a holding company
in Cypress called Redcoat.
- And what's Redcoat? - We got a bogie.
♪
- Uh, Stabler just left the house with Angus Boone.
- Zoom in on them.
- Yep.
- Overnight bag? - I doubt it.
- Looks like they're waiting for something.
- Or someone.
Vargas, get the Rolls's LP.
- Yeah. Almost got it.
- What just happened? - Uh, I don't know.
It's a--a glitch.
- Can you fix it?
- I-I think so.
- There it is.
Oh, whoa.
Bogie must have a rolling jammer.
- That's some serious tradecraft.
♪
- You know her?
- Lead attorney, very inner circle.
- Hey, Angus.
- Dahlia.
I guess you drew the short straw.
- Just another Tuesday.
Who is this?
- My Dahlia.
- Listen,
talk to Julian.
Explain your side of things to him.
I'm sure you'll both find a way
to a peaceful and mutual resolution.
- You better hope so.
- You're Angus's mom.
- Call me Mama.
- You make those wonderful honey things.
It's so nice to finally meet you.
- You harm my boy, I'll gut you like a pig.
Are you hungry?
- Famished.
- Well, make yourself at home, hon.
- Come on.
- Don't worry, son.
Trish and I will keep her fed and comfortable.
Of course, if anything happens to you, we'll kill her.
- Mama okay?
- She's scared.
- Uh-huh.
♪
- Come on.
Got it.
- Rolls is gone.
- So is Stabler.
.
[tense music]
♪
- Angus.
- Tobias.
♪
- And who are you?
- New guy.
♪
Go easy there, chap.
- Open it.
♪
Follow me.
- I know the yen is down, but it's a fair price.
Lovely. Call my man in Gstaad.
[speaks Japanese]
Care for a drink?
- No.
- Oh, you don't know what you're missing.
I'm a big fan of the day drinking.
- This isn't a social call, Julian.
- Oh, Angus, no need for the drama.
You reneged. I reacted,
and, uh, quite admirably, I might add, apologized.
So let's move on.
♪
And your name is?
- Hank.
- Of course it is.
[chuckles] Not Henry.
No, that would be too British, yes?
Hank. Very hearty name.
So American. I love it.
- Look, this is my loan,
paid in full with interest.
- Why?
- I don't like where it came from.
- And I don't like being left in the lurch.
It's unprofessional and bad for business.
- Like killing a cop.
[soft laughter]
- This is what I owe you.
You and I, we're quits.
- I don't want it.
- I honored the commitment I made to you,
to the deal made.
- I profoundly disagree.
[ominous music]
♪
Thank you.
What happened to you, Angus?
One moment, you're content selling my heroin,
and the next, this.
- Things changed.
- Nothing has changed.
- I changed.
- Hm.
Olive?
[sighs] Okay, I guess
we're clearly at a stalemate,
which makes for a problem.
So here's the solution.
No more heroin.
But one last shipment
already en route
that requires your...expertise.
It's expensive, delicate,
and it must be delivered on time.
- I do a last run,
and we are done.
- You have my word.
I'll let you know when and where.
Oh, but, um, you might want to take care of this first.
- What is it?
- Intel from a government contact.
It appears you have a mole.
♪
- You believe him?
I mean, I don't-- I don't get it.
He says you've got a mole, but he gives you one last job.
You think he's setting you up?
- Here they come.
- Damn it.
Signal's jammed again.
You want to dance?
Let's dance.
♪
- Rolls-Royce is back.
And there's Stabler.
- Hey, you need me? - Mm-mm.
Mama feed you good?
- And then some.
- [groans]
Tonight.
- One more and we're out.
This meeting couldn't have gone better.
- But we got a bigger problem.
- What?
♪
- Take a look at this, Ma.
- Guess we start digging another hole.
- No.
- Redcoat wouldn't have any reason
to make something like this up.
- I got to be sure, Ma.
I'm not gonna bury another Marine without proof.
.
- How'd it go? - Not good.
One of us is blown.
- What? Wait, how do you know?
- Emery gave Angus an envelope from a government contact
saying that he might have a mole on the inside.
- Did you actually see what was inside?
- No.
But if there's a chance we're compromised,
we got to get out of here.
- What if Emery's lying?
What if he's just messing with Angus?
- I'm not gonna wait around to find out,
and neither are you.
Let's go.
[tense music]
♪
Hey.
♪
- You're coming with us.
Take her.
- Get your hands off me, Tyler.
♪
- Take the gag off.
Let's keep this simple.
I ask questions.
You give me an honest answer.
Are you ATF?
- Hell no. - This says
that you are Special Agent Trisha Beck.
- My name is Trisha Moore.
Ah!
- Angus, what are we doing? Why are we trusting Emery?
This could be fake intel.
It's coming from a guy who just tried to kill you.
It's also from the guy who gives you one last job
but doesn't give you any details about it,
and then tells you you've got a mole?
It's like Emery's version of a psyop.
He's just disrupting and confusing
your command and control here.
- But what about all these phone calls?
Here's a list of calls.
The traitor had a phone someplace.
Find the phone and you got your proof.
- All right. Hank, you gather everybody
and fill 'em in, yeah? - Yes, sir.
- Nobody's on their own.
Tonight I want every soul answerable to somebody else.
- Buddy system. - Yeah.
At first light, we search this farm top to bottom.
If there's a phone,
we're gonna find it.
And I hope to God that we don't.
Take her downstairs.
♪
- Where's your buddy?
- In my pants.
- Hey.
- Jesus.
- At least it took four of them.
You have to find my phone.
It's 10 yards from the gate in that tree.
- I can't. Too many guns.
Maybe at a shift change, we can make a run for it.
Hey, look at me.
We're gonna do this.
- I'm in a cage.
When they find my phone, they're gonna kill me.
- I'm not gonna let that happen.
- You can't blow your cover.
Emery's too important.
- No case is worth your life.
- What are you doing?
- Sending out a message.
[switch clunking]
- One-Eyed Skull.
Looks like Leno relieved himself.
4:10 a.m.
Got a PhD...
[door opens and closes]
- I found it--
in a tree by the gate.
- Well, you've got your proof.
Who's digging the hole?
- Wait, hold on. What are you talking about?
We're gonna kill one of our own?
- Loyalty is everything.
- Mama, you don't know where her loyalty lies.
She's one of us. Trisha is one of us.
She believes in you, Angus.
I've seen it.
- Would that be with your eyes or--
- That's enough.
You think this is easy?
I treated her like she was a daughter.
She's a traitor.
She dies a traitor's death.
♪
.
- ATF just chewed me a new one,
said their undercover missed a scheduled check-in.
Vargas, you were on the cameras last night.
Anything out of the ordinary? - No.
And I logged everything. - He's right.
Just the same rotation of One-Eyed Skulls on guard duty.
- Pull up last night's feed.
- What is that?
- I don't see anything.
- There.
- Top right camera.
- Zoom in. - Yeah.
It's Morse code.
- What?
- I-I collect ham radios.
Um...
[suspenseful music]
Dot dash. That's A.
Dash. T.
Dot dash. That's A--another A.
And then, uh, dot dot dot dash--V.
ATAV.
Anyone? ATAV?
- No, not a clue.
- Maybe it's abbreviated numbers.
So it's--that's 1-0-1-3.
1-0-1-3.
- Oh, my God, 10-13.
- Officer needs assistance.
I'll get ATF and the Feds.
Jet, get ESU rolling.
Reyes, call the local precinct.
If these guys are armed to the teeth,
we'll need all the help we can get.
- Angus, this doesn't serve you.
It doesn't serve your cause. It serves Emery.
- What does that mean?
- He gets you to do one last job.
He gets you to do his dirty work.
He gets the Feds off hisback.
- We're with you, Angus.
- You do this, you face the consequences.
Not him.
You do this, Emery wins.
- We're ready.
- Angus. Angus.
Sir.
You're killing a federal agent.
- We're executing a traitor.
♪
- ATF and ESU are 10 minutes out.
- Guys, Stabler and Angus just went into some outbuilding.
Everybody else is waiting outside.
- Waiting for what?
- I don't know, but they're all armed.
I think something bad is about to go down.
You need to hurry.
- A traitor don't deserve a flag.
- But a Marine does.
♪
Bring her in.
- Sir, request permission to do it.
I'd like to see this through.
- Permission granted.
- Thank you, sir.
- Close the cage.
Put down the tarp.
♪
- Jesus. Is this really happening?
- Not if I can help it.
♪
- You've been found guilty of treason.
You're gonna die a traitor's death.
- I want to look you in the eyes.
- Fair enough.
Bind her hands, put her against the wall.
Oh! - What the hell?
- Get your hands up. Get your hands up!
- Whoa, whoa. What, you--
[laughs] No, you're not-- you're doing this for her?
Huh?
Are you insane?
[sirens wailing]
- Let's walk.
- You'll never make it out the front door.
- Let's test that theory.
- Who are you?
[both grunting]
- [groaning]
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- Open the door. Open the door.
Tell them to stand down.
You tell them or you're gonna get us all killed.
Where's the honor in that?
Tell them. - Stand down.
- Tell them.
- I said, stand down!
♪
Now!
[indistinct chatter]
♪
Be cool. Be cool.
♪
- Keep your hands where I can see them!
- Back away!
[indistinct shouts]
- Get down on the ground!
- Back away from the weapon!
- You! - Hands up.
- Move back.
- Hands on your head. Get down.
- Hands behind your back.
- Bring them back.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Watch your head.
♪
- [grunts] - Move!
♪
[knock on door]
- Get those off him, please.
Yeah, that's good. Thank you.
Let's talk.
- They taking care of Mama?
- They are.
I tried to visit with her, but she wouldn't have it.
- Yeah, well, she's never been real partial to traitors.
- Okay.
- Tell me, did I get the wrong one?
- The wrong one? That's--
that's a difficult question to answer because I don't
consider myself a traitor, if that's what you mean.
- You sure are a liar, though, aren't you?
- I try not to be.
I'm a police officer who did his job.
- And your stories, your war stories,
any of them true?
- I'm a Marine.
I was in Desert Storm with the 30th.
I saw action.
But I never did bury a Marine
until you told me to dig that hole.
He was also one of mine.
I knew him personally.
He left behind a two-year-old girl and a...
wife who was pregnant.
She'll be giving birth any day now.
There's your war story.
- I never thought it would come to this.
I'm sorry for your loss.
- So am I.
- Look, Hank--
is that your name?
- Elliot.
- Elliot...
I was born searching for a cause to fight for.
That's the spirit that I inherited.
And I found that cause in the military,
like so many of us did.
And then when they didn't need us anymore,
I looked around, and you know what I saw?
A bunch of broken people, lost men and women
with no purpose, with no-- no support.
- So that's how this whole thing got started?
- I wanted to help my people,
and I just was damn sick of excuses
and of the whining and the bitching about,
"Oh, the system's broke, and there's nothing
we can do about it," so I did what I could do
the only way I knew how to do it.
- By dealing heroin?
- No! No!
Not at first.
Look, it started out, we just handled security.
But the money, man.
The money.
I saw what the money could do,
what it could build,
what it could provide.
A sanctuary,
a place to heal,
place to be accepted,
for us to be amongst our own.
So I just kept digging deeper and deeper
'cause, you know, more money,
more support for my brethren.
♪
And this is where it ends up.
♪
I'm afraid I'm just a stupid old man who lost his way.
[chuckles]
You know...
it's really bad when you lose someone on the battlefield.
But, um...
for me to lose one of my own to heroin...
♪
I might as well have shot him myself.
♪
- Angus, we have a common enemy.
You and I have a common cause.
Help me
before I lose one of my own to this.
♪
- I'll tell you everything I know.
- Hey. - Hey, man.
You are not gonna believe the last couple days I had.
- Well, you and me both.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, Mr. Undercover, huh?
- I heard you got arrested.
- Oh, You heard that, yeah? - Yeah.
- Of course you did. You sent your man Kyle
to take care of it. - Who's Kyle?
- Kyle, uh, the guy with the funny little car.
It doesn't matter.
So listen to me, man. I'm at this bar--
- Where's Mama? How's Mama?
- Wha--she's fine now. She's at--she's at my place.
Okay? Which reminds me, Eli called,
and he has something big he wants to tell you.
- What do you mean, "big"? - Yeah, yeah, you can hold that.
Listen.
So Kyle springs me, right?
- Right. - And, uh, Ayanna calls.
- Wait, why is my boss calling you?
- Because I broke into the warehouse
where Joe Junior works.
- Wait a minute. What is this?
Who are you? - Yeah.
And they found the blood of your dead detective in there.
But get this. So I'm at this bar,
and out of nowhere,
Joey walks in.
[tense music]
♪
- Looks like ATF got tipped off.
Angus is not going to be a problem anymore.
- Make sure. People in prison like to talk.
And some just need a pillow over their face.
- Who's going to handle distro? - I've got some ideas.
We'll get into it when I'm back.
Thanks, Toby.
We good to go?
- They're ready to push us back, sir.
- Wonderful.
♪
You'd better buckle up, Jojo.
♪
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]