.
- 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.
- Big-time wine merchant, huh?
Besides work, everything good?
- Yeah, great.
- We're concerned about you.
- We know it comes from the same region
in Afghanistan that you were deployed to.
- I don't want any help!
- You're not gonna get far without this.
- [grunts]
- I'm looking into an organization
that's moving heroin.
- It's a special kind of tribe you're coming into.
- What are you doing out here?
- I want him alive.
I want to know what he knows.
- I was told to pull you out.
- Why?
- Sam is missing.
[tense music]
♪
- Who is he?
- I'm just cleanup crew, man.
It's not my job to ask questions
and definitely not yours.
- They must have told you something.
- Only that he was a pig.
Probably put his snout where it didn't belong.
It doesn't matter who he is or what he done.
Some stuff's just ain't for us to know.
Ain't even for Angus to know.
- This wasn't us?
- What did I just say?
It's not our business.
I need a cigarette.
And hurry up. It's getting cold out here.
- Sir, it's an honor.
[somber music]
♪
- Ooh, you barely beat the rain.
You good?
- Of course. Took care of it.
- You? You good?
Hey! Are you good?
- No, I'm not good.
We just buried one of our own.
Is that what you do here?
'Cause I didn't sign up for that.
- I don't know what the hell you're talking about, man.
- We buried a marine!
The man was a marine.
I saw his tattoos.
He was one of us.
[tense music]
- He stopped being one of us once he put this badge on.
- What do you know? You don't know anything about anything.
You getting all jittery over the body.
You ever been in action, huh? - That's enough.
- You ever been shot at? - Hey, hey.
- I seen enough to know you ain't one of us, either.
- All right, that'll do. - Knock it off.
- Go peel a potato. - Tyler, Tyler.
Go grab a shower, will you? Go on.
Go on!
- Hell out of my way.
- Let me make something clear.
What you did tonight, that's not who we are,
not what we're about.
I didn't know the man was a marine,
and we had nothing to do with his death.
- We had a whole lot to do with disposing of his body, though.
Is that what we do?
For who?
- See, we're part of a unit here,
and there is a system.
And right now, your job is to follow orders,
unless you've forgotten how to do that.
- I haven't forgotten a damn thing.
- Good.
[tense music]
♪
.
- First we're selling drugs,
and now we're burying bodies.
So we're just doing Redcoat's bidding now, is that it?
- The man he killed...
was a marine.
- Angus. - I know, Ma. I hate it.
Part of the arrangement we made.
- That you made.
- I made it to save this place, Ma.
For God's sake, we--
we're buried in debt...
- [sighs] - Couldn't pay our bills.
You know that yourself.
I rescued this place from the ashes, Ma.
- By making a deal with the devil.
You took his money, and he owns you.
- Everything I do,
everything I've done I've done for us,
for all of us.
What happened last night, I'm sorry.
Price of doing business.
[melancholic music]
- It's too high.
The man that you used to be would have seen that.
♪
- All right, that's the last one.
How we looking? - Good.
As good as we're gonna get, anyway.
- Most of the One-Eyed Skulls I've been able
to ID so far fit the same mold--
vets who've run into trouble in the past.
Most have priors.
- What do we know about the farm itself?
- The honey business turns a modest profit,
but not enough to support all the mouths they're feeding.
- They've only seen profit in the last ten years.
Before that, they were in financial ruin.
Bank nearly foreclosed on them, but somehow they came up
with the cash to pay off the liens.
[phone chimes]
- I think we know the "somehow."
[sighs] It's Stacy.
Still no word from Sam.
- His phone's quiet.
It's too quiet.
- Being out here,
especially at night, mind wanders.
- You didn't get much sleep?
- Last time I buried a man was in Iraq.
Weird how it all comes rushing back, you know?
- Look, we're not a school or a prison.
You don't need a hall pass to go to a meeting.
Pretty normal around here. Guys do it all the time.
You do what you gotta do.
- Appreciate that.
- She still out? - Like a light.
- Yeah, probably worn out from kicking my ass
at gin rummy all night. - [laughs]
Card games do help improve cognitive function.
- Hey, uh, you heard from my brother?
- Elliot? - Yeah.
- Not in the last few days.
- El, it's me, again.
Look, Joey is still in the wind,
and Mom, she's--she's forgotten
all about whatever went down the other day.
But Joey running out, that's on us.
We should be out there looking for him, okay?
You know what?
Never mind. I'll do it myself.
[sighs]
[ominous music]
♪
Arinto Imports.
[soft chatter]
- They treating you okay?
- Yeah. So far, so good.
Need you to get a message out.
- Hey, Mama.
- Tell 'em Hank has a meeting later.
I need a friendly face. Just use the number I gave you.
- How's my boy working out?
- Angus likes him.
I'm still making up my mind.
- You like me.
- Oh, stop flirtin' and get back to work.
- She likes me.
She likes me plenty, right?
- Is that Stabler sellin' honey?
- That's probably more than honey
if you know what to ask for.
At least we know he's safe.
- You heading out?
- Yeah, got some deliveries. - Uh-huh.
Well, I want you to give Hank a ride to Healy House.
As long as you're there, you might as well
take in a meeting yourself.
Might do you some good.
- Yeah, I'm fine. - You're fine, huh?
That's what people who aren't fine always say.
Get outta here.
See youse.
[engine turns over]
- Uh, we've got some new faces,
so perhaps we'll start with some introductions.
- Name's Tim.
Uh, before the pullout, I was a combat medic in Afghanistan.
Now I don't know what I am anymore.
- Hi. I'm Greg.
I've been out of the army for a couple of years now.
Um, haven't been to one of these before,
so I think I'll just sit and listen
until I get the hang of things.
- Whatever you're comfortable with.
- Hi. I'm Maya.
Uh, Air National Guard out of Latham.
- Well, welcome, everyone.
And would one of our newcomers
wanna break the ice with a story?
- I come from a military family.
I saw some action in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I lost a lot of friends over there.
And that's been really hard to reconcile.
You know, like, why them and not me?
If that makes sense.
And I try to celebrate 'em, you know,
throw a couple drinks back on they birthday.
But it's taking a toll on my sanity,
not to mention my liver.
- Is that last part true?
- It would be news to me,
but Sarge is always full of surprises.
- Well, it was a bad day.
Um, I was part of a five-member fire team
and, uh--and one geeky tech that they assigned to us.
[pensive music]
♪
We don't know how or when,
but one of our members was killed.
And, um...
♪
Uh, I was the one who found him.
And at the time, I was separated, uh, from my unit.
So I wound up burying him on enemy soil.
And, you know, he just wanted to get back
to his wife and child and unborn baby.
♪
I still think about that unborn baby.
- Sam's dead.
.
- Hey, how's your little girl? - Tami.
She's getting big.
- Sam is buried in High Rock Park,
one mile north of the campground.
Willow trees nearby. Left a marker for you.
- Who killed him?
- I don't know, but there's someone above Angus,
and he's not a One-Eyed Skull.
I'm thinking Sam got too close to him.
- All right. Well, we have eyes on you.
So send a signal if you need us.
- Okay.
- Hank, we gotta roll.
- Meeting's not even halfway done.
- Well, we got a schedule to keep.
- All right.
[somber music]
♪
- I know how you're feeling.
I'm feeling it, too, but we gotta keep our eyes
on the ball right now.
Stabler's still inside.
The One-Eyed Skulls didn't kill Sam.
There's someone else pulling the strings.
- So what's our next move?
- Call a search team.
Keep it small and quiet.
- Stacy.
We gotta tell Stacy.
- [sighs] I'll tell her.
Reyes, you lead the search at High Rock Park, take Vargas.
I don't want anyone alone right now.
♪
- I'm with you.
- It's the worst assignment there is.
I didn't wanna ask.
- I'm not leaving you alone, either.
[people conversing indistinctly]
- Hey, how'd the meeting go?
- I don't know how, but it helps.
- [laughs] Good.
I buried friends myself, more than a few--
Beirut.
That's why I started this.
I bring warriors back from the brink.
I give them purpose.
- Gotta know there are plenty of folks from the outside
who...might think different.
- Yeah.
But we're not a militia.
Don't want to start anything.
We just want to be able to take care of our own
and be left alone while we're doing it.
That's all.
- Have you been? To the meetings?
- Nah.
Therapy, it's not my kind of thing.
I'll leave it to Darian. - Yeah.
- No, sir.
My job is to remind you
of your valor in a country
that's forgotten about your sacrifices.
- Best darn sales pitch for this place I've heard yet.
- [chuckles]
I suppose I've honed it over the years, right?
Come and walk with me, will you?
- Mm-hmm.
- You know I met Darian at the Union Square subway station.
He was begging for change.
I didn't give him a penny.
I did give him a purpose, and, uh, you know,
that's just what I hope to give you.
You've handled yourself well, Hank, proven your loyalty.
Come on in.
[dark music]
♪
This area is for the honey. - Ah.
- And this...
is for the money.
- Where's this come from?
- We're piggybacked onto an existing operation.
My business partner, he likes to keep a low profile.
- Doesn't that kind of mean
that if it hits the fan, you get the heat?
- [scoffs]
You sound like Ma.
You know, sometime in the next couple days,
I want you to come up to the house, have lunch.
Mama does the cooking, huh?
- I'd like that. Thanks.
- All right.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- No, no.
[somber music]
♪
[sobs]
No, no, no.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[intercom beeps]
Hello?
[intercom beeps]
♪
Hello?
Anybody in here?
[camera whirs]
Listen, this whole thing is a misunderstanding.
I wasn't trespassing.
My brother works there.
- Tell it to the judge in the morning.
- You know, my other brother's a cop--
Detective Stabler?
Pretty big deal around here.
- Sure he is. - Come on.
We have the same last name.
Where's the brotherly love?
- Down in Philly.
- [sighs]
- [grunting softly]
[whirring]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[gunfire, people shouting]
[apprehensive music]
♪
[artillery whistles, booms]
- [gasps]
[foreboding music]
♪
[metal clangs] - Hey, how are ya?
[metal clanging]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
.
- Take it easy. Take it easy. Take it easy.
- Don't bother with your excuses.
What are you, NYPD?
- What are you talking about? I'm no cop.
[tense music]
- Relax.
I'm ATF, badge number 8231.
I'd give you the "color of the day,"
but I've been under for months, and I'm a little behind.
Have we gotten to Burnt Sienna yet?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. How'd you know?
- I heard about that BS sob story you told in group,
burying a guy behind enemy lines.
Look, Tyler might have bought it,
but he's never had to debrief in front of a target.
- Well, that guy was mine.
I just don't know how they got their hand on him.
- Look, I'll save you some time.
It wasn't anyone here. It was Redcoat.
- Who's Redcoat?
- That's what Mama calls Angus' business partner.
We think they met overseas
when Angus was working as a mercenary.
His name's Julian Emery.
He's the international money man,
darkest of the dark money.
- What's ATF's interest?
- Drugs aren't the only thing we think he's smuggling.
- So weapons?
- Yeah. The guy's like Teflon.
If he gets a whiff of danger, he cuts and runs.
Emery is my target.
He is my priority over everything.
[approaching footsteps]
- [whistles]
Hey. Not in here, you two.
- Where would you prefer, your bunk?
That guy you beat to hell, Hightower?
- Yeah. - Did he suss you out?
- Yeah.
- You're not taking me down with you.
When he wakes up, you're on your own.
- Come on, let's go.
- Bad timing, man.
[indistinct chatter]
- Randall Stabler?
- Who the hell are you?
- Oh, Kyle Vargas.
I'm new to the--
I work with your brother, Elliot.
- What, so he doesn't return my calls,
but he sends you to bail me out?
- How did he know I was arrested?
- Oh, well, he didn't.
Detective Stabler doesn't know; he's on a case.
- Of course he is.
How'd you know? - I got a ping.
- You got a what now?
- Uh, it's a--I set up a word search
that alerts me whenever Stabler's flagged
or gets in trouble.
- That happen a lot?
- Uh, you'd be surprised.
- Uh, maybe I wouldn't.
- So you were trespassing?
- Just need a ride home, okay?
- Got it. Um... [car chirps]
This is me.
Okay.
Oh, it's unlocked.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Oh, damn.
My knees don't much agree with stairs anymore.
- I hear you. - [chuckles]
- Beats double-timing it through the sand though, right?
- Truer words.
- Hey, I appreciate you showing me the ropes personally.
- Ah, it's no problem. You're good company, Hank.
I don't find that too often.
[indistinct shouting]
[tense music]
♪
- [crying]
- Nolan?
It's me, Angus.
- Stay back, Angus.
- What are you doing, man?
- And keep your bro with you.
Neither of you has it comin'.
He does. He does.
He does. He does. He does!
You know he does!
- Just let them go, okay?
- [breathes raggedly] - It's--it's me you came for.
- I know that.
But they'll call the cops,
and then the cops'll come in here,
and it'll all go to hell!
- No. Nobody is gonna call the cops.
We are all good.
We're just gonna talk.
- He wanted me to talk.
So I told Sarah
because he said I should.
And then she left me, and I--
I don't remember what I did.
But I must have...
They were dead when I woke up.
And I had this.
No more talking.
- No, no, no! Nolan!
No, look.
We've gotta have each other's back.
Bad things happen, but we can't turn on each other.
Look, at the end of the day, this--this, right here, us,
this is all we've got.
♪
- Nolan.
It's us.
- [crying]
[despondent music]
♪
I've lost everything here.
It's all gone.
- You okay?
- He killed his kids.
And his wife.
[siren wails]
- Can you take care of this?
- Go. That way.
- We gotta go. We gotta go.
- [sobs]
[sirens wailing]
.
- Look, I've heard of users leaving their families,
but I never thought--
I mean, Nolan is not that guy.
- Yeah, but everybody had something.
I mean, you see the man, but you don't see the demons.
- [sighs] God.
He used to talk about his boys.
I mean, I heard him go on and on about
how proud he was of them.
This is on me.
I thought I was helping.
- You do help.
You help a lot of people in a lot of ways, Angus.
But, you know, this product, um...
Is this who you are?
- Try the cornbread.
- Oh, yeah.
- Family recipe.
Cast iron, no sugar.
- I've had better.
- And you're a liar.
- Yes, ma'am, I am.
- Oh, I like this one.
[chuckles]
Well, what's wrong with you?
You haven't touched your food.
- I-I got, you know, stuff on my mind, Ma.
I've been thinking. [phone ringing]
- Well, there's your first problem.
Hello?
We'll send someone over.
Hightower is awake.
And he wants to talk.
[tense music]
♪
- Take Tyler with you.
- Yes, sir.
Thank you for lunch, Mama.
I got next.
I also got 50 bucks.
- I look rich to you?
- Hightower's conscious.
I'm gonna go see him right now.
It's his word against mine.
I need you to call my people.
- There's not enough time for your team
to get there from the city.
- Don't worry about that.
I'll make the time.
Ayanna Bell, OCCB.
Make the call, or you'll be helping Tyler dig my grave.
- Hey. - Yeah?
- Let's go.
♪
- I'm sorry, I just don't have the time right now.
- Please, if you could just take a look at her.
Cheddar hasn't been eating.
- Ma'am, it's after hours.
- But if you could--
- There's an emergency hospital
on Church Street that's open all night.
- Is there anywhere closer-- - Hey.
Ready to pick up Mama's package.
- In the back.
- Uh, ma'am, you have to go.
♪
- Where's Hightower?
- He was just here.
He was in rough shape.
He couldn't have left on his own.
♪
- Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided for you free of charge.
- Damn it!
Who the hell got to him, huh?
Cops? Feds? Who?
- We didn't see anyone, just some cat lady.
Must have dragged himself out of there.
- Yeah, well, I doubt that.
The doc said that he was still in pretty bad shape.
Maybe a business partner has eyes on the inside.
- Not my partner anymore.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, I'm done.
[zipper whirs]
I'm paying him off, getting out.
- I hope you're not thinking of meeting him alone.
- No, I'm not.
[ominous music]
♪
- Post two officers at his hospital room,
and you and Jet head back.
I'll fill in the Feds and thank 'em for the phone call.
I guess we have partners on this one now.
- Seems that way.
- Yeah, see you soon.
- Stabler's on the move again.
He's with Angus.
- Where are they headed?
- That's the thing.
Truck left the farm, but we didn't catch 'em
on the road into the city.
- They must have stopped somewhere.
- Yeah, it looks like it.
♪
- That him? - [sighs]
That's not his usual ride,
but, uh, I've seen the vehicle before.
I'm gonna have a private chat with Redcoat.
If things go sideways,
don't hesitate.
- You got it.
♪
- Where is he?
- He couldn't make it.
- Gun!
.
- I'll flank around the right side,
might have covering fire,
man on the left, and I'll give you a signal.
All set?
One, two, three.
[tense music]
♪
Go!
- [grunts]
- Go ahead.
Down.
♪
- [groans]
- Tell me why.
- I don't know. I don't know.
- I think you do. - Aah!
- I don't know, man.
I swear, okay?
You think he tells us anything?
- Get him up.
- [groans]
- Get up.
- [grunts] - Go on!
- [breathing heavily]
- Come here. - [grunts]
- You tell your boss he made the biggest mistake
of his life.
You tell him he's next.
[engine turns over]
♪
- Well, I guess cutting ties was a mutual thing.
- Seems like that.
Well, if he wants a war,
I guess I got one more in me.
♪
- Truck's back on the farm.
- Stabler? - Ah.
He seems fine.
- The truck not so much.
- Are those bullet holes?
- Bullet holes?
- Relax. He's all right.
[keys clacking, digital trilling]
- Got something.
At the same time the hunting truck
was headed back to the farm,
traffic cams caught an SUV headed the other way.
- The SUV matches the description
of the vehicle Sam got into down to the rims.
- Can we track where it went?
- Already on it.
Crossed the Verrazzano,
and then he landed at a warehouse in Brooklyn.
- Address matches to a wine merchant, Arinto Imports.
Looks like they've been renting the place out
for the last six months.
- Arinto.
Oh, crap.
Yesterday I bailed out Stabler's brother.
He was caught snooping around that same warehouse.
- His younger brother?
- Uh, the older one, Randall.
- What the hell is going on here?
You two, come with me.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- No sign of the SUV.
- Door's open.
♪
[electrical panel clangs]
- Now, I don't know what his game is,
but I do know we're not just gonna sit around waitin'
for him to come to us.
So, uh--so Trish and Hank,
you stick with me.
Tyler, you and Martin, you work up a rotation.
I want at least two men watchin'
every road in and out of here.
As of now, we're on lockdown.
Nobody goes in or out for any reason.
You got it?
all: Yes, sir.
- All right, we'll get through this.
♪
- How long had your brother been workin' there?
- A couple months, I think.
I'd never been there before.
- How'd you get in?
- Found a key card in his wallet,
which we took from him during
the most poorly executed intervention of all time.
What exactly is he into?
- That's what we're trying to figure out.
- And Elliott is where?
- On assignment.
- Yeah, I got that part.
Look, why does it feel like I know more than you guys?
- Excuse me.
Um, we just got back initial forensics from the warehouse.
They found blood at the scene.
I had them drop everything to sequence it.
Um...
It's-- - It's Sam's blood.
- Sam, the detective who was m--
So his blood was found in the warehouse
where my brother works?
[unsettling music]
♪
What does that mean?
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]