Law & Order: Organized Crime

announcer: 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.

Nova, give this to your boss.

- Louis Chinaski. - Eddie Wagner.

I'm your son.

- If it risks blowing your cover,

we're gonna have to take him off the street.

I don't know who you are,

but I know you're not Eddie Wagner.

- Edmund Ross was implicated in a sex trafficking ring

run by the Kosta Organization.

- Plenty of names didn't burn up.

Kosta is gonna make sure you don't talk to anyone.

- That guy running for governor, Kosta wants him dead.

Come on...

- Reggie Bogdani, you're under arrest.

- You know why you're here and not Rikers?

Got no idea why I'm here.

Are you kidding?

You murdered a woman in cold blood.

Half a dozen people witnessed it.

You're looking at life without parole.

- You're here because we want to give you

a chance to help yourself.

Oh, you think that's funny?

You're here because you're an insignificant piece of crap.

And we're gonna give you a chance to help us

lock up a way more significant piece of crap.

Think about that.

- Okay.

- You were a cute kid. Regular Boy Scout, huh?

- We're gonna go over every detail

about how Jon Kosta runs his organization,

starting with the drug trade.

- In March of 2020, your uncle, Albi Briscu,

he traveled to Putamayo, Colombia.

What was the purpose of that trip?

A well-earned vacation.

- We know he cut a deal with two cartels.

A deal to cover the cost of shipping and distribution

of their cocaine. He cut out the middleman.

Which is a clever idea.

Obviously, genius doesn't run in your family,

so whose idea was it?

Who was the mastermind?

The mastermind?

Oh, yeah.

- No electronic traces. No transactions.

Just a money transfer system based on cash and mutual trust.

Perfect for money laundering.

Your phone.

This is a pretty impressive piece of technology.

After Admir Marku was arrested, our task force

started producing and distributing these.

So, whenever you and your friends text back and forth,

they were CC'ed to us.

Oh, snap.

You got a text from Uncle Albi.

I'ma hold on to this,

and I'll get back to Uncle Albi for you.

- You have no idea who you're dealing with.

You don't mess with Albi. Trust me.

I'll take my chances.

Look at all these photos.

We're got you on everything from murder to sex trafficking,

drug smuggling, to extortion.

You might want to consider our proposition

to help us with our case against Jon Kosta.

Not a chance.

- We also have your party boy, Edmund Ross, in custody.

He's ready to start talking.

And the DA's Office, they're willing

to make a deal with one of you.

Only one.

So, in a few hours, you and your testimony

are gonna become obsolete.

- Sergeant Brewster, can I get a minute alone with him?

- I mean, it's pointless. Let's just move on.

Edmund Ross is the bigger fish here.

Think once Reggie realizes

this is an either/or choice--

either he helps himself

and helps us take down the K-O,

or don't, and go down with him--

he'll be willing to cooperate.

- It's never gonna happen, all right?

- Well, never say never, Reggie.

Matter of fact, just hold tight a minute.

Are you kidding me?

I told you, you're wasting your time, all right?

I'm not gonna talk.

Sorry you feel that way, Reg.

- You traitor! - Sit down.

You pig!

I will kill you! - Stop.

- I'll kill you. - Stop, sit down.

Sit down. Sit down.

- Go to hell! - Sit down.

I'll kill you.

Reggie, sit down.

Sit down, let's talk.

- Let's talk, yeah, yeah. I want to talk to you.

Yeah, yeah.

I want to talk to the guy who betrayed me, Eddie.

Or what's your real name, huh?

- I did what I had to do. - Oh, yeah, you did.

You did.

"I'm your boy. I got your back, Reg.

You're my ride-or-die." You're a liar.

You're a--you're a cop.

- At least I didn't sell you out like your family did.

- You know nothing about family.

- I know that they sent you out there to assassinate

a rising political star in broad daylight.

All alone. No backup, nothing.

Even you knew you couldn't do it.

- No, no. No.

This was my time. This was my time to come up.

- This was your time to die, Reg.

You were supposed to finish the job.

But you were supposed to get killed.

Suicide by cop, that's what they wanted.

They didn't want you to get arrested,

because you might be part of the family,

but if you're a problem to the family,

you get shot in the head, or you get disappeared.

That sound familiar?

Just--

get out.

I can't even look at your face.

Get out!

No!

Why? Why would you do this to me?

I gave you everything.

I gave you everything I had

to get you on your feet.

And you just destroyed everything I've ever had.

- What are we talking about now?

What are we talking about?

The oath? Besa and all that stuff?

- Yeah, yeah. I belonged.

- Yeah, you belonged to a family that basically lured

desperate, naive girls away from their loved ones,

transports them thousands of miles,

sells them to strangers who will rape them over and over.

And that's the family we're talking about.

You're part of that family? - No.

No, it's not true.

- Who do you think killed your father?

Put that bullet in your mother's brain?

Now, Reg, I am your best and only chance

at getting out of this.

I told you I got your back before.

I got your back.

But the clock's ticking.

So you gotta make a decision on what you want to do.

- Hey. Hey, why am I here?

- You're here for your own protection.

- What you're doing is against the law.

- Well, I am prepared to deal with the consequences.

You can't do that!

- I'd do the same thing for my own son.

- Hey, how'd it go? - Give me a second.

- Grand jury's assembling upstairs.

- I hear you! Show me what Albi said.

He still thinks he's texting with Reggie?

Sure does.

Told him I'm laying low for a few days.

Now he's asking if he should "bring my momma some food"?

No.

No one brings Agnes any food. She's cooking 24-7.

- That's what I figured. It's a code.

He's trying to figure out if Reggie's compromised.

Remember: no anchovies.

- That's what you want Reggie to text back?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

she's allergic to anchovies. Give that a shot.

Got it.

Same grand jury we've been working with

the past four months? - They're up-to-speed.

Ready to hand out an indictment.

- The clock is ticking. - We got the goods.

- So, you gotta make a decision

on what you want to do.

- You told him the clock was ticking,

but you didn't tell him when the bomb was going off.

You need to push him harder.

Reggie's ready to fold.