Law & Order: Organized Crime

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.

Kathy?

Elliot.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

What do we know?

There's a war going on,

and your wife, she's just another casualty.

But he can't be anywhere near this.

This is our case.

You're on borrowed time.

You need to stand down, Captain.

I need to make sure this son of a bitch goes down

for murder.

What's going on? Who is he?

Detective Elliot Stabler.

He led the manhunt in Puglia.

We flew him down for the trial.

Well, fly his ass out of here

before he blows my case.

I'm waiting.

Stand down, Detective.

Detective!

You're all dead men.

Every one of you.

What the hell, Elliot?

I just wanted to see their reaction

when I said Lenski's name.

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.

The connection to Lenski is the first concrete evidence

that we've got that I may have been targeted...

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.

I want answers.

Closure.

I need that.

For my children.

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...

In case they kick me out?

- Uh... - Thanks.

I'm still on there.

For the moment.

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

Eli's all about soccer. - Fútbol.

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

Italians call it "calcio."

They think they invented the damn game.

Yeah, I, uh...

can't believe you lived in Rome.

Had this great apartment.

Terrace overlooking this 15th century palazzo.

You would've loved it.

You know, Elliot, I...

I can't.

I get it.

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

Now it's in the bag.

Our tech guys couldn't crack it,

but maybe you know someone.

Yeah.

Okay.

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.

Yeah.

Yeah, so...

I wrote this, uh...

And I was gonna give it to you that evening.

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.

Mommy! Mommy!

Did you see that one, Mom?

Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, honey, I did. You're amazing!

Should I try it, or no? - Yeah, you should try.

Here, or where? Let's go to the other one.

Yeah.

Grazie, Roberto. Si..

I'm...

I'm doing the best I can.

Tell me how I can help you, my friend.

Anything.

You remember the Ondrak case?

I'm trying to find the hacker

who tracked the Romanian drug dealers

through that video game app.

You want me to hack this phone?

Calls and texts have been wiped.

We can't get anything off it.

Copy.

And the owner's dead, so this is my last best chance

at getting him to tell me what he was all about.

Copy.

You're an artist, huh?

"We Have Nothing but Thoughts and Memory Between Us."

Say what?

The name of the piece is.

"We Have Nothing but Thoughts and Memory Between Us."

Oh.

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.

Last stop's gotta be a bathroom break.

Subway.

He could've peed there. - Hmm.

He spent a couple of hours at Securico Storage

on Brighton Street.

All right. Well, Securico Storage.

What's that all about?

Can you blow this up?

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.

We had this place under surveillance?

Not specifically.

Our Domain Awareness System

has CCTV cams throughout the borough.

Very unpopular with the civil liberties crowd.

We know Lenski was in that storage facility.

The GPS data's inadmissible.

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.

It appears Hart LLC would be a shell corp.

For?

It's owned by Manfredi Sinatra.

He's doing a bid upstate.

He got out about six months ago.

So what's it take for a guy like me

to get a warrant these days?

Hey, yo, it's the police.

It's 5-0, it's 5-0.

- Hey, 5-0. - NYPD!

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot! - Relax.

Nobody's doing any shooting.

You! Hey!

- Not a good idea. - Come here.

Come here!

- Man. - I told you.

What, yo?

Hi.

This your place?

Nah.

Ain't no one in there.

It shut down after Raffi the Poet got blasted.

Raffi the Poet?

This was his spot.

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

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.

Stack on the door.

You're up.

I need the perimeter covered.

What language is this?

Italian.

And we need to get those analyzed.

Hey.