The Informer

- Yeah? - Plane's leaving Miami.

Landing at 9am with six keys of Fentanyl.

- Is the meeting confirmed? - Looks like it.

I need confirmation. Lots of strings to pull.

Yeah. Tell me about it!

It's them.

Stay cool. It'll all be all right.

Crazy Heaven club, looking for wife.

- You want to join, huh? - Thanks. I got one already. Hey, listen.

Why we never go out together, my brother? Why you didn't have good time with me?

Hey, listen, the plane's landing at nine.

- So you got to sober up, OK? - All good?

Six passengers.

You're a fucking genius, man.

Tomorrow we sit down with him.

Six passengers will get my uncle's attention.

All right. Girls, you tell him to go to bed. OK?

You need to fucking sober up.

I'll pick you up in two hours, OK? I need you sharp.

I was born sharp, my friend!

- Born sharp as a fucking razor! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry, sweetie. Was I talking too loud?

You should tell him there's no bad words in our house.

You're so right, baby. You're so right.

Hey, you know that camping trip that we were talking about before?

- The one just me and Mom? - Mm-hm. It's tonight.

- Really? - Yeah.

- You want to go wake up Mommy? - Are you sure?

- Yeah, go wake her up! - Mom, wake up!

Mommy! Mommy, wake up!

- We're going camping! - It's happening.

You got 20 minutes.

Keep the lights off.

Yeah?

Boss, Koslow is taking us to the General in the a.m.

We're moving in. I sent you the ops plan. We need verbal approval.

Give me a sec, Wilcox.

How many bodies you got?

11. Four surveillance, seven arrest team.

You did good.

Koslow was your idea.

You'll get credit for this.

Concur. You're good to go.

Thank you, boss.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming.

This is Rysard Klimek.

His gang, known as Wojtek, is one of the major importers

and distributors of Fentanyl,

the new dope sensation among junkies, also known as pink or synthetic heroin.

We're going after him.

his top drug runner,

who will receive the drugs and take them to the General at his factory,

providing all the evidence we need to move in.

Please make a visual note of our source.

And when we move in, go easy on him.

I'll hand over to the tactical team leader

for the layout of the meat factory and final brief back.

- Pete, I'm not gonna need that key. - Hey. Hey. Hey.

You don't open the door to anyone.

- And if I'm not back here by one... - Pete, stop it.

- ..leave without me. - I don't want to hear this.

1pm, baby. OK?

You got to promise me.

This time tomorrow, we'll be on the road.

All this will be over.

All right, same as usual.

This is recording now and will be recording the whole time.

All your private numbers are in there.

Mother, Cousin Jackie, and Dad - it's me.

If I need to communicate, I will send you WhatsApp messages

using one of these names.

If I call you, don't be surprised. Just answer.

Before you meet the General, they'll strip you of all electronics.

This one needs to enter the room.

- The wire's in place. - Today you need to wear mine.

Hey, it's my ass that's gonna get pat down. The wire's in place.

All right, let's test it.

You want to turn around, please?

Of course. Sorry.

Oh, and if you feel your life is in danger, ask to smoke a cigarette.

We'll come and get you, OK?

- Might buy you more time. - Yeah, done.

Riley, let's test it. Say something.

Those Polacks won't give a fuck if I want to smoke a cigarette.

Sounds great.

All right. Let's stamp it.

All right, it's June 12th, 2017, at 0500 hours.

This is FBI Special Agent Erica Wilcox.

The following recording will be of Co-operating Witness 1245-Xray-8

regarding case number 9-Alpha-NY145774.

The recording will be a consensually-recorded meeting

between CW1245-Xray-8 and Stazek Cusik and Rysard Klimek.

Jeez, guys, a bit obvious in that damned van!

OK, guys, we got to go. Prius moving.

Let's stop at liquor store. I want to buy a bottle for my uncle, OK?

My God, this guy has no clue.

Whitey Fisk.

- Whitey Fisk? You know him? - Yeah. We did time.

- Trust him? - Yeah, he's a straight guy. Why?

We have a buyer. We're going to Agnieska Bar.

Wait, wait, wait. What? What do you mean you got a buyer?

How did you find him?

I checked. He's good.

Fuck!

I really want to see my uncle's face when we show up with cash.

Jesus Christ! My cousin's one annoying bitch!

Hook me up!

You don't want any of that. Her face is a problem, believe me!

He needs to stick to the plan. He'll fuck everything up.

Are we following to Little Poland?

Guys, there's been a change of plan.

Yes?

Source was ordered to take drugs to a buyer on his way to Klimek.

OK. If the exchange takes place, arrest the buyer, recover narcotics.

Copy that.

We follow to Little Poland.

Guys, we follow. You stay close by.

Copy that.

Sit here.

I'll take everything you've got, cabron.

- Whatever we've got? - Yeah, that's right. All of it.

What are we talking about, hm?

You got a half key or a key?

Six.

Motherfucker! Six keys?

You got a bunch of Polacks walking around with six fucking keys of Fentanyl?

I fucking love it. You niggas crazy, man.

I ain't got the cash for six but I'm gonna get that shit, though.

You're not good for six?

No, no, no. I'm good. I'm good for three.

OK, just give me a couple of hours. I'll bring back the cash. Bam!

Huh?

Relax.

I'm cool, Polack.

You look a little nervous.

What, are you the money guy? Mm?

You guys want the fucking money or not?

- Three keys? That's $85K. - Yeah, I can fucking count.

You got that in two hours?

I guess you motherfuckers don't know who the fuck I am.

No, I don't know who you are.

- You did time in Bale Hill? - That's right.

- Whitey Fisk? - Yeah. '05 to '09.

- Ah, I did time in Bale Hill. - Oh, yeah?

Whitey, he was over there in Section 3, right?

D Section. Right?

They don't got numbers. They got letters over there.

Who else did you do time with?

Fuck you guys. Fine.

All right, just give me half a key.

I'm good for that right now. Fuck it.

- I thought you said you wanted three. - Yeah. I want half a key now.

- What the fuck is his problem? - You didn't answer my question.

- Which question is that? - Who else did you do time with?

Cantrell and Del Ray. And go fuck yourself.

- Go fuck myself? - That's right.

Del Ray, he was murdered.

And Cantrell, he's scratching walls up in Ulster County Mental,

which means you picked two guys we can't check on.

What the fuck are you trying to say?

I'm asking you one more time.

How the fuck is a Spic junkie gonna raise $85K in two hours?

Spic junkie, huh?

You got a nasty fucking mouth, you know that?

You don't even know me, man.

Are you a cop?

Fuck you. I'm no fucking cop.

- Why the fuck you say that, man? - You're a cop.

Fuck you.

If these guys find out you're a cop, you're a dead man. You understand?

Stop saying I'm a fucking cop.

- That's a serious accusation, homie. - You'll die, I tell you.

- Where you come from? - I'm a drug dealer, you dumb fuck.

But I don't want to go down for being a cop killer.

- How far is rescue? - Five to seven.

Call them. Now.

Moving in, guys. Yeah, now.

Put your money back.

Put your fucking money in your pocket.

Fuck it. You guys don't want my money. Fuck you, then.

You got one chance.

And I'm gonna give it to you in a few seconds.

You fucking understand me?

Get the fuck out of here. Can you believe this fucking guy?

- You waste my time again... - Whoa.

- I'll fucking kill you. - Don't fucking touch me. Hey!

- I said get the fuck out of here! - Don't you fuck... Fuck you! Fuck you!

Waste my time again, I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

All right?

Yo! Freeze!

Put your fucking hands up!

Hands where I can see them. NYPD.

Chill the fuck out. You too, motherfucker.

- I'm wired, you fuck! - What?

What the fuck?

Woo-hoo! Burrito on the floor!

Oh, for fuck...

You don't fucking kill cops in New York!

Get some garbage bags.