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.

I need your service weapon.

- Do you own any other weapons? - Glock 43.

Drawer, nightstand on the side of my bed.

Send a car to the residence.

Detective Stabler, you're being suspended

pending an internal investigation.

You'll be notified of any and all hearings

as soon as they are scheduled.

You are free to go.

That one's on me. Frank Donnelly.

I remember you. I remember your father.

Yeah, our dads, they were like--

They were brothers.

You could use a brother who's got your back

right about now.

You're gonna catch your death out here.

Donelly!

Hey, what're you doing?

I swung by your house, your kid said you were

out here jogging, trying to stay in shape.

But I'm thinking,

"Stay in shape for what?"

Not like he has a job anymore.

Ah, my suspension's temporary.

Says you.

That Black chick you used to work with,

she says otherwise.

What does that mean?

Everybody's got a podcast now,

including the department.

Sergeant Ayanna Bell.

Now, before we wrap this up, Sergeant Bell,

I want to ask you about Detective Elliot Stabler.

It's been three weeks since he was suspended

for his role in the Richard Wheatley affair.

Does he still have a future with the department?

Detective Stabler's future is out of my hands,

but no one is above the law.

But wasn't Detective Stabler

an indispensable member of your team?

No one person is indispensable.

Personally?

I'd go to war.

Okay, baby, I'll give you a call after this meeting.

Yeah, give--give Jack a kiss for me.

Okay, love you too.

Hi, Sergeant Ayanna Bell.

I'm here for Lieutenant Brewster.

Thanks for throwing me under the bus.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for you. You got a minute?

- No. - No?

Ayanna, you throw me under the bus and you walk away?

I wanna talk to you.

I know you've been on suspension

for a while, Detective,

so I think you forgot how this works.

Let me remind you.

You will address me as "Sergeant Bell."

Why'd you throw me under the bus, Sergeant Bell?

And you can shout all you want...

- I'm not shouting. - But if you think I'm gonna

take the bait-- - I'm asking a question.

No person is indispensable, what does that mean?

It was a fact. Deal with it.

You deal with this.

You know something, in my day?

Cops...

They didn't throw other cops under the bus.

We had each other's back.

Yeah, and you know something?

if you ever become a cop as long as I have,

maybe you'll understand.

If you last that long. - You know what?

It's true.

You have been a cop for a long time.

Yet you work under me.

So if we're keeping it a buck, you need to consider...

- Yeah, keep it a buck. - What that says about you.

Sergeant, Detective.

What the hell is going on here?

It's fine, this is nothing.

It doesn't sound like nothing.

With all due respect, Captain, it's been handled.

I have a meeting upstairs. Excuse me.

Hasn't been hand--

all right, what-- what are you doing here?

I have a meeting too.

With McGrath?

Can you talk to him about my suspension?

Are you kidding me?

What are you-- what are you doing?

Having an outburst - in the middle of 1 - PP?

I'm sure he's gonna find out about it, and when he does,

he's more likely to extend your suspension.

One. All right.

Two.

- Three! - Go!

Carling.

- Yeah. - Yes.

Uh...

Bolton. - Okay.

Yes.

Ooh, I think he's stuck.

- Stanwood. - Oh!

- Okay! - Okay, okay!

Three left.

He can't do it, he can't do it, he can't do it.

- Parnell. - All right.

- Oh! - Down to two, final two.

And I wanna say...

Santos and Yoshida, but I don't wanna be

accused of profiling, so I'm gonna say Santos and Yoshida.

Excuse me?

- Apologies, Yoshida. - What'd I tell you?

This guy's sharp as a freakin' tack.

Right? It's Stabler. - Nice.

Nice job, man.

It's a damn shame how the department's treating you, man.

You oughta be out there chasing bad guys,

not sitting at a desk shuffling papers.

Thanks, man.

And thanks for introducing me to your friends.

Don't worry about it, man, this is--

we're cops, all right?

We take care of each other.

But this group, really, we take care of each other.

- That's right. - Yeah.

You can depend on us, right guys?

- Brotherhood. - Here we go, Stabler!

Oh, he's going straight from the bottle.

- Oh, no! - Whoa!

I'm gonna guess that table after these last two shots.

Hey.

Thank you so much for your help, Captain.

We could not have done that without you.

No thanks necessary.

This has to be a priority for all of us.

Where is he?

Hey.

- That was uncomfortable. - It really was.

But there's nothing like a screaming match

- in the middle of 1 - PP to get the NYPD rumor mill going.

Did Donnelly buy it?

I'm willing to wager the eight shots I just had with him

at his cop bar that he did, yeah.

So your UC was right about Donnelly

taking bribes from the Marcy Killers.

Well, we've all heard the stories

of bad cops out of the 3-7,

I just never thought it'd be Donnelly.

You've known him for a while, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Our fathers were friends.

How are you doing with all that?

My old man would have hated this.

"What are you doing, go after the Marcy Killers,

they're the bad guys, leave your fellow cops alone."

Elliot, that was a different time.

That was your father.

You had to go along to get along.

He was a tough ass.

Not perfect.

But...

He was a good cop. - Elliot.

My friend.

You're doing the right thing.

Olivia, my friend, can I take you and Noah

out to lunch this weekend?

Let's wait, okay?

Noah, you know, he gets attached very easily,

and you're undercover again.

Am I?

You are.

You're undercover as Elliot Stabler.

I'm not gonna take up much time

because today really isn't about me,

it's about each and every one of you.

I got a call from my old friend,

Congressman Leon Kilbride,

informing me that this school's students

were in need of a few computers.

"A few?" I said.

"Well, I think we can do a little better than that."

What my friend, Mr. Webb, is too modest to point out

so I'll do it for him is that

his commitment to this community is so strong.

Not only did he arrange for the donation of new computers,

but he is personally bankrolling

the construction of a whole new computer lab for next year.

Not bad for a couple of homeboys who grew up

not too far from here over in Marcy, right?

Hello?

Mr. Webb?

It's Hugo.