Keep up. Let's go.
All right, this is our last stop
on our Famous NYC Crimes Tour, folks.
Now stay together. Come on.
Honestly, the Central Park Jogger Picnic was in poor taste.
Yet somehow still better than the Subway Vigilante Train Ride.
I'm sorry, guys.
I thought the Famous Crimes Tour would be kooky fun.
Ah, there's still hope, E.T.
Do you have to call her that? Yeah.
I like it. We have a lot in common.
Mm-hmm.
All right,
this is Pupetta's, 434 Mulberry Street.
Scene of a notorious mob murder
and the setting for Francis Martino's crime classic
City on a Knife Edge.
I've seen it about 50 times. I own the Criterion DVD.
Oh, I've never seen it. Yeah, me either.
You're kidding. Mm-mm.
Okay, we have to watch immediately.
Mulberry Street. This whole place feels like a movie.
Do you remember where you were in 1998?
Um, you were two years old
and very stubborn with your potty training.
Mom, I will leave this restaurant.
Bill Clinton was impeached over
the whole Monica brouhaha
and Britney had just busted out
with "Hit Me Baby One More Time."
Here in New York,
the city was on a knife edge.
War was simmering between
the Del Ponte and Nova crime families
for control of the rackets.
And when Del Ponte family soldier
Goldie Moresco threw a drink in Eddie Nova's face
at the Iron Horse bar, it threatened to boil over.
July 1, 1998,
Goldie was finishing his night right over there,
on edge.
He had a glass of Nero d'Avola and a plate
of spaghetti puttanesca.
Oh, we're eating Goldie Moresco's last meal.
Cool. Are those anchovies?
Do you know how much sodium is in...? Shh.
Now, Eddie Nova crept into the restaurant
on cat's paws
and got the jump on Goldie.
Eddie grabbed a corkscrew off the bar
as Goldie swallowed what would be
his last bite. Hey, Goldie.
Remember me?
You bastard.
Then Eddie plunged it into Goldie's chest.
This was personal.
To finish him off, Eddie picked up
Goldie's gun and shot him twice
in his signature style... boom, boom...
double tap to the chest.
Then Eddie was gone
as suddenly as he arrived.
What Eddie didn't realize
was that Gene Genetti, a young waiter,
was watching in the dark of the hallway,
and he had seen the whole thing.
Three days later,
the Del Pontes took their revenge
and shot Eddie down in his own driveway.
So began the bloodiest summer
in Mafia history.
A war that basically wiped out
both the Del Ponte and the Nova families
and signaled the end of an era in New York.
If you look closely,
you can still see where the blood seeped
into the floor.
Um...
I just have a few questions, if that's okay?
- That's why I wear this button. - Oh.
Right. If Goldie was so on edge,
how did he let Eddie get the jump on him?
His seat faced the door.
Maybe Goldie was drunk.
Hmm.
And why would the killer use a corkscrew from the bar
if he was coming to carry out a hit?
And wouldn't a gangster like Eddie Nova have his own gun
for the coup de grâce? Why use Goldie's?
Maybe to hide his identity?
Yeah, but then why use his signature M.O... boom, boom...
double tap to the chest?
Wouldn't that give him away?
I don't know. Doesn't this murder
feel kind of impulsive to you?
Uh, messy, not planned?
Or maybe Eddie just wasn't that bright.
If you liked the tour, and even if you didn't,
please throw me
five stars on Yelp
and Tripadvisor.
Hey, who's that?
Oh, that's the real Gene Genetti,
the young waiter, posing next to the actor playing him.
Pretty uncanny, right?
That's Gene Genetti?
Uh, excuse me.
Yeah? Mom, what are you doing?
Um, I'll meet you guys outside. You're the young waiter?
Yeah. The-the lone witness?
Yeah. Amazing.
Uh, can I ask you a few questions?
The story isn't adding up,
and I just, I get a little obsessive.
Lady, who are you? Another movie producer?
Podcaster? Journalist?
Please, we've had enough of that, okay?
Oh, no, no, no. Um, my name is Elsbeth Tascioni.
I do work with the police, sort of.
Don't want to hide that.
What?
I told you not to bring him here.
Oh, you told me?
Since when do you tell me things?
Well, we definitely haven't agreed. You know what?
Let me take care of the business,
you make the pasta.
I thought the tour was over.
This isn't about the tour, okay?
Go haunt the house.
Go take your shoes for a walk.
You.
Here is the information that you requested, Miss.
Yes, we do cater.
Um... Yes, that-that's good to know.
About the... catering.
Is that an address? - And a time.
He wants to meet up with you later.
I think he wants to tell me something about the murder.
Well, what, you can't just go meet up with him
on some dark side street. What if you get whacked?
Oh, come on. Aren't you, like, a little curious? Nope.
I want to go home and watch something stupid
where nobody dies.
I'm sorry, but have you met your mother?
There's no way that she doesn't go.
Well, I can't let her go alone.
Thank you.
So you're both coming with?
This is kind of fun now, right?
We're on a caper.
I think it should be right here.
Looks like there's been some kind of accident.
Kaya. Kaya!
Sorry. Excuse me.
Yep, still on patrol.
Maybe they'll try a few more gems
like Detective Rivers before I get my shot.
You've jumped through all the hoops.
It's got to be soon, right?
Hey. What are you all doing here?
Oh.
Long story.
I was supposed to meet someone here.
Wait, that's him. Gene Genetti.
See? That could've been you, too, Mom.
What happened?
Seems a car swerved right into him, then sped off.
Hit-and-run.
You were gonna meet Gene Genetti? Why?
To talk about the Goldie Moresco murder from 1998.
Do you know that case?
Know it?
It was my first big investigation as a detective,
and Gene was my only witness.
I wonder what he wanted to tell you.
Maybe someone didn't want us to find out.
Oh, God. Pupetta.
How much can that poor woman take?
She was only 19 when her whole family was wiped out.
She went to 14 funerals in three months,
and at her wedding...
...she walked down the aisle alone in a black dress.
She had it worse than Rose Kennedy.
Francis Martino could've called his movie
Fourteen Funerals and a Wedding.
Sorry. It was just right there.
Are you telling me that my husband is dead?
How can that be?
A-Actually, it looks like he survived.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God. Someone said something in the crowd,
so I...
Where is he? I need to be with him.
I'll take you, Ms. Del Ponte.
Detective Fleming.
I remember you.
Oh, okay. Oh, honey.
It's Pupetta.
It's your boops.
Can you hear me?
She got here really fast from the restaurant,
which is, like, ten blocks away. Hmm.
And do you think she always carries a Bible?
Oh, heavenly father...
Maybe, after all those funerals.
She was also the only person
who saw me talking to Gene at the restaurant,
and they had a little spat.
Huh. Do you think that matters?
Officer Blanke has gotten her necessary credits
plus excellent references
from the detectives she's worked with.
How's she doing on the Ashton Hayes plea deal?
She's preparing reports on all his accounting files,
and the D.A.'s been impressed.
Oh, that's good to hear. I'm proud of her.
Is there any reason Officer Blanke
shouldn't receive her gold shield?
None that I can think of.
Then I suggest we start looking for another uniformed officer
to watch Ms. Tascioni.
You know, while Ms. Tascioni is watching the police.
We know she goes rogue sometimes.
Well... that's gonna be a hard position to fill.
There are some new recruits coming in from the academy.
I'll pull some files.
Thank you, Lieutenant Connor.
Where are we on the hit-and-run?
Traffic cam shows someone deliberately tried
to run Gene Genetti down.
Presumably before he could speak to me
about Goldie Moresco's murder.
That Francis Martino movie is three and a half hours long.
You're saying that he actually left something out?
My entire role on the case, for one.
Oh, that must've been really disappointing.
I meant
something that someone killed to cover up?
We might've had the wrong suspect in '98. How about that?
You don't think it was Eddie Nova?
All we had was Gene Genetti's testimony
and an approximation of Eddie's M.O...
two shots to the chest.
It could've been a frame-up,
but the department was happy
to chalk the whole mess up to street justice.
Less work for them.
Any evidence that led away from Eddie Nova was dismissed.
You have an alternate theory?
There were rumors Goldie was an informant
who used to meet the feds in a motel off the BQE.
That it was actually the Del Ponte family
that whacked him out. Inside job.
Hmm, and did you ever check up on it? No.
And when I tried to push it,
I became a pariah in the precinct.
Case kind of knocked the wind out of my sails,
changed my whole career.
I've been waiting for a break like this for 26 years.
Ooh, I love a white whale.
Just a reminder, we're investigating
a hit-and-run that happened yesterday,
not the Moresco murder from 1998.
The two crimes may not even be connected.
Start by looking for the car
and finding out what Gene Genetti's life is like now.
You know, police work no one will make a movie about.
Yes, Captain.
Although you do see that kind of stuff on a TV show.
Go.
Oh. Oh, God.
No, no, no, no, no. Is Gene...?
Still not dead, Mrs. Del Ponte. Oh. Thank God.
Uh, he's in surgery. We're, uh, waiting on word.
Oh, okay. Well, I was just closing up the restaurant early
so I can get to the hospital to visit him.
We're here because, uh, looks like someone deliberately
tried to run your husband down.
No chance.
He didn't have any issues
with anybody or...?
Gene Genetti is the best man I know.
Not an enemy in the world. Makes no sense.
I was actually here yesterday
for the, um, Famous Crimes Tour.
Yeah, I saw you. And it seemed like
you and your husband had a little fight.
So what? We fight all the time. Haven't you ever been married?
Oh, don't remind me.
Um, but I think this fight
seemed like it was about your, um...
friend? My...
Oh!
You thought that was my lover? No, that's our son
Gene Jr.
What? Yeah.
There is no way you have a son that age.
Wow, you look incredible.
Yeah. Thank you.
Well, I had him when I was 19, so...
But, yes, Gene and I fight about Junior all the time.
It doesn't mean I want to run him over with a car.
Mm. So what do you fight about?
Well, I would like Junior to work right here
next to me at Pupetta's.
Oh. And where does Gene want him?
Anywhere else.
Well, what would he do here?
Is he a chef? No.
He just graduated from Wharton. Business school.
Oh. That's impressive. Yeah.
Gene's out of surgery and alert. He can talk to us now.
I'm looking for Gene Genetti.
Oh, uh, he's in here.
Junior is a head taller than both of his parents.
It happens sometimes.
My Uncle Gary was actually six-eight.
No other Fleming broke five-ten.
What is she whispering?
We really should get in there.
Maybe you should go alone.
You're the one Gene asked to speak to.
(Gene Jr.
Hi. Uh, could I have a minute with Gene Sr.?
Of course, of course. Okay, you talk to the nice policewoman.
We got to find out who tried to hurt you.
Thank you. Mm-hmm.
How are you feeling?
Lucky.
I bet.
So...
What did you want to tell me?
Huh?
You wanted to talk to me after the tour.
Tell me something about Goldie Moresco's murder?
Did I?
You know, it's so funny, I...
I can't remember anything from that entire day.
You wrote down an address and a time on a take-out menu.
That doesn't ring a bell?
No. No. I've-I've been drawing a total blank since the accident.
Uh... I'm so sorry.
The injury's to your shoulder, not your head.
Would it help if your wife waited downstairs?
Why-why would that matter?
I think Pupetta might've threatened Gene,
told him not to talk.
Well, it's against Mafia rules to speak to the police. Omertà.
And Pupetta is still a Del Ponte. What's up?
We were able to track the car
to a body shop downtown and found the driver.
I just spoke to him, and he actually confessed.
Said he was on a three-day drunk,
lost control of the vehicle.
Feels lucky the victim didn't die.
Looks open and shut.
Well, you get a gold star, Kaya.
Well, still not a gold shield.
But his record's mostly clean.
Just a few bar fights when he was a kid.
Hold on a second.
The Iron Horse bar.
That rings a hell of a bell.
I took my old files and case board
out of storage this morning.
Wow.
I know. I went a little down the rabbit hole.
And got stuck.
I knew it.
Our driver out there was arrested
at the Iron Horse the night Goldie Moresco
threw that drink in Eddie Nova's face.
This guy was affiliated with the Del Pontes.
So you're suggesting they used this driver to run Gene down
and then made him take the rap when he failed?
There's a tradition of low-level soldiers
taking the fall for upper-level capos.
But I thought the Del Ponte crime family
was wiped out in 1998.
Maybe that's what they want us to think.
Hey, what are those scratches
on Goldie Moresco's face?
Did he fight with someone the day he was murdered?
That was one of my main questions.
Eddie Nova kept his nails short, manicured. It wasn't him.
Also, Goldie had a deeper scratch on his chest,
like someone tried to dig in
while they were being pushed away.
Any idea who?
They called him "Goldie"
because of his blond curls and porn star mustache.
Could've been a lot of different women.
So... your theory
is that Goldie Moresco was murdered in 1998
before he could reveal too much to the FBI
in those secret motel meetings,
and now someone tried to run Gene Genetti down
before he could talk to me,
and maybe the same person gave both those orders?
But to cover up what? It's 26 years later.
Who's left in the family to even care?
Pupetta. What could her motive possibly be?
Don't know, but she seems to be the only Del Ponte still around,
and she seems to be everywhere.
You recognize him?
No. But why should it matter?
He was driving drunk, lost control of the car.
That's what he's claiming, yes.
Claiming?
Why would anyone plead guilty
to a DUI they didn't commit?
We think he might be acting on someone else's behalf.
Someone who wanted to stop Gene from talking to me
that day.
Didn't you just see Gene in the hospital?
Nobody stopped him from talking to you then.
Unfortunately, he seems to have lost his memory
from a shoulder injury.
But I think he might have felt threatened
by... someone.
Or maybe he just doesn't like you.
Uh...
This matter's closed, right? I can go?
Of course. Okay.
All right. Thank you for your time.
Oh! Are those French tips?
Why, yes, they are.
So elegant.
Especially compared to mine.
Ooh. Yeah. Um...
Did you ever, um... wear yours long?
Yeah, back when everyone did. Why?
Oh, no reason.
It's just, uh, Goldie Moresco
had these fresh scratches on his face...
...the day that he was murdered.
We were just wondering who he might've fought with.
Goldie Moresco? Really?
That's what we're talking about now?
I have no clue.
Goldie was like an uncle to me.
I wasn't at the restaurant that day.
Any other ancient history I can clear up while I'm here?
Jimmy Hoffa maybe?
Okay. Um, how about the rumor that
Goldie was an FBI informant and that's what got him killed?
Does that ring a bell?
Goldie was a loyal soldier
who lost his life defending my family.
How dare you disrespect him like that?
Clearly, you know nothing of loyalty or honor
or sacrifice.
Too bad.
I thought a Tascioni would know better.
Guess not all Italians think alike.
The real ones do.
We're just asking a few questions, ma'am.
Let's calm down.
Eddie Nova killed Goldie,
and that case was buried 26 years ago
with both of their bodies.
Why are you digging up old wounds, huh?
All right.
So, if you want to talk about this any further,
you can do it through my lawyer.
This is harassment.
I thought Tascioni was your ex-husband's name.
It is. I just got carried away. Mm.
I'm actually Gudmundsdottir by birth.
It's Icelandic.
We were gonna hyphenate,
but it wouldn't fit on a business card. Hmm.
Not sure we want to make her angry.
Francis Martino told the story
from Pupetta Del Ponte's point of view,
a Mafia princess who lost her innocence
while her whole family was wiped out in a mob war.
This is where Pupetta's father and brothers get ambushed
at the tux fitting for her wedding.
The performances are incredible.
Is that Adrian Zmed?
Oh, my God.
Is it totally necessary for us to see their heads explode?
Shh, shh, shh. Pupetta's about to discover the bodies.
So good.
Wait, wait. Pause it.
Those nails.
Do we know if Pupetta actually wore her nails long that summer,
or was that just for the film?
I saw a "making of" featurette.
Pupetta means "little doll,"
and a local salon had created a custom
rhinestone "little doll" icon to decorate her nails,
inspired by the necklace her father had given her.
Martino is a stickler for period details. Why?
Is this a new hobby, Ms. Tascioni?
Retrying and reopening old cases?
I just want to get things right.
Isn't that what we all want?
Okay, okay, I'll bite.
What's this new information
on the Moresco murder? The elevator pitch.
Okay, uh, we think it was Pupetta Del Ponte
who found out that Goldie was informing on her family
in that motel room.
She got angry, and it led to his death.
Do you have any proof?
There were scratches on Goldie's face
from the day he was murdered
that were never tested for DNA.
And Pupetta definitely had the nails for it.
They didn't do an autopsy?
The M.E. was overwhelmed.
Barely even processed the crime scene.
We'd practically be starting from scratch.
Captain, look,
Goldie's murder kicked off a war
that cost a lot of people their lives.
We should find out who actually did it and why.
I think I could get a judge to sign off on some tests,
but new testimony
from our lone eyewitness
would be much more compelling than a theory
if we actually want to exhume a body.
Hi. Excuse me. What are you doing out here?
Oh, hi. Hello. Um...
I heard your dad was out of the hospital.
Was hoping I could talk to him.
Yeah, no, it's not a good time.
He's resting, and my mom's pretty upset.
Oh, I can only imagine. She's suffered so much loss.
This accident must've been really scary.
She wants to keep all her people close for a while.
Does that mean you're working in the restaurant?
She told you about that?
I heard from a headhunter on Wall Street,
but my mother's a... hard woman to refuse.
Wall Street will always be there.
Maybe.
With family business,
once you're in, it's hard to get out.
Especially if it's my family.
Ah.
Hmm? Uh, will you tell your dad
I was asking for him?
Yeah, okay.
Thanks. Yeah.
Mmm, something smells good.
It's a vegan puttanesca recipe that I found on HappyCow.
Hi, sweet girl. Hello.
You replace the anchovies with miso.
It's supposed to be, uh, an umami bomb.
Yum. Can you ask her?
Ask me what?
Roy has a pitch for a new podcast.
Oh.
Look, I'm just an engineer at my company now,
but I really want to produce.
So, when I heard your stories about Buzz and the Moresco case,
I got this idea,
a podcast about various detectives' "white whales."
You know, like, cases that they never solved but can't give up.
Oh, I love it.
Roy wants you to introduce him to Buzz for the first interview.
Oh, of course. Although the podcast would be a lot better
if we actually solve the case.
For sure.
Do lawyers have white whales?
Maybe I can get you on the podcast, too, E.T.
Stop it.
I'd be honored.
Can I taste the sauce?
Mm-hmm.
Mmm. Oh, that's so good. Mm-hmm.
You don't seem happy.
Hmm. My boyfriend and my mother are best friends.
How can I not be thrilled?
Everything okay, Captain?
We're striking out with all the judges on our circuit.
Not one will sign off on
not even the most basic tests,
let alone the exhumation of Goldie's body.
Oh, no. Does it feel like they're in on it together?
I fear Judge Crawford
might be using his influence to block it.
I hate when men like him put their finger on the scale.
Well, we can't just let him win.
You've made a very powerful enemy, Elsbeth.
I'm not sure what we can do. I'm sorry.
Okay.
Everything all right, Mom?
Yeah.
I think I know who my white whale is.
Judge.
Judge Crawford.
Ms. Tascioni. To what do I owe this pleasure?
Oh, I think you know.
It's about the Goldie Moresco investigation.
The what? I would have thought that you were too busy
with the Mertens retrial to take on anything else.
Interfering in this investigation
is an unethical use of your power.
It was a distasteful case 25 years ago,
and your so-called investigation, pointless.
Excuse me.
I have somewhere to be.
This kind of gamesmanship should be beneath you.
Oh, my, you are cavalier about wasting the People's money.
Come on, what's it gonna take to call off your cronies
and reopen our investigation?
Well, let me think.
Legally, a new confession
would compel any judge to reopen a case.
A new confession?
That's... Impossible? Probably.
But good luck.
Oh, yes, this is a very good dog.
Real good girl.
Oh, Mom, look who I ran into.
It's, uh, it's the real Pupetta from the restaurant.
Hey, paisana. Hello there.
You know, you really have to stop spreading
my business around.
Me? What did I say?
Oh, you know, just about his big job in D.C.
and the hipster boyfriend
with the apartment in Bushwick making podcasts.
All the greatest hits.
Yeah, well, with a son like Teddy Tascioni,
I mean, I would brag, too, right?
Teddy, why don't you let us talk?
I'll meet you and Gonzo upstairs, okay?
You sure? Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's okay.
Bye, Gonzo. Bye, Teddy.
You've been following my son?
No, no, just surfing on the Web.
You know, following would be different. You'd feel that.
Why are you making this personal?
You came to Little Italy. You started it.
Gene Jr. came out to talk to me.
I was just... All right, you know what?
I don't want you anywhere near him again.
Or my husband or me.
Do you understand? That's not just up to me.
Okay, well, I'm talking to you.
Okay, you mess with my family, I'll mess with yours.
You leave my son alone.
That's just up to you now, isn't it?
Know when to stop, Elsbeth.
So that's it?
The original investigation was shut down
before it began, and now we're gonna let it happen again?
I'm not sure we have a choice.
If the courts are against us and Gene Genetti won't talk,
what new information do we have? It might be checkmate.
I agree.
You do?
If this was a Francis Martino movie,
I would have to say that
someone has gotten to you.
Well, this isn't a movie.
I might have something.
I was preparing materials for Ashton Hayes's plea deal.
An LLC called Bambina Incorporated
with the same address as Pupetta's Restaurant,
434 Mulberry Street.
Turns out, Ashton Hayes was their accountant.
Looks like he was laundering mob money
through that business for years.
So, the Del Pontes are still active.
That's good work, Kaya.
But how does it fit with the case?
Wharton business school.
Explain.
Pupetta wanted Gene Jr. to work with her in the restaurant,
maybe to replace Ashton Hayes.
Wharton's a business school, right?
What was his major?
LinkedIn says it was forensic accounting.
That fits.
No wonder Gene Sr. wanted something else for his son.
Junior would've been right in the middle
of a criminal enterprise.
I'm on his Instagram. What is No Shave November?
Oh, I know. It's when college students
let their hair grow for cancer awareness,
but it's really just an excuse for the stupid boys
to grow the silly mustaches.
Why? Look at this picture of Gene Jr.
From his senior year at Wharton.
Shaggy, no glasses.
Um...
Look familiar?
That's uncanny.
Goldie and Junior could be twins.
Or... some other relation.
Wasn't the FBI Goldie was meeting in that motel
by the highway, and it wasn't just to talk.
Alone at last.
Look, I'm getting my stitches out, okay?
Please, I can't talk to you.
This whole thing was just a big mistake.
No, it wasn't. You did it for your son.
What do you know about it?
When your accountant Ashton Hayes was arrested...
which I had something to do with, small world...
Pupetta wanted Gene Jr. to take his place cooking the books.
And you, naturally, wanted to protect your son from that life.
I admire how much you love and care for Gene Jr.,
especially since...
...he's not your own.
And not many men could've done that.
So you know?
The question is, does Junior?
Nah.
No, we kept it from him.
Part of the deal.
And he never suspected?
He was tall, but, you know, Pupetta kept his hair short.
We never touched it.
What was the deal?
I agreed to marry Pupetta and raise the baby
if she promised to give up the old business.
Which is what I thought we were doing all these years.
Just running a restaurant.
But the truth came out when Ashton Hayes was arrested?
I started asking questions,
and soon I found out I'd been a stooge all along,
and my son was gonna get in deep,
so I had to stop it.
But Pupetta wins. Always.
There was this case
I studied in law school
where a sister falsely confessed to the murder of her brother
in order to get the body exhumed
and the case reopened.
And DNA then revealed the real killer
and cleared the sister.
They got justice.
But what are you saying?
You want me to confess to Goldie's murder?
That's the plan?
It's the only way to legally compel a judge
to reopen Goldie's case.
Okay, you're right, you're right.
That's crazy.
Now, look.
I'd confess for Gene Jr. if...
...I knew that the evidence would lead to the real killer.
Is was Pupetta, wasn't it?
Ah. There's my son. Come on, get out of here.
Um, you might want to talk to him soon
before the truth comes out.
Now. Right.
We ready?
Yeah, let's go.
Just to warn you, the director's cut
is five hours and 49 minutes.
Oh, my God. Even for a diehard like me,
not all of it feels essential.
What exactly are you looking for?
Oh, I'm not sure.
I never know what detail is gonna be important.
Well, I hope you find something.
That Pupetta woman is terrifying.
The commentary track has a lot of nuggets.
Let's start there. Okay.
This is Francis Martino,
and welcome to this special version
of my picture City on a Knife Edge.
This next scene is the one the Del Ponte family
asked me to cut.
It's a simple interrogation of Pupetta
on the morning after the murder.
At first, I refused.
But then I found a dead rat on my doorstep.
I never understood what their issue was.
Everything was accurate,
from the actual interview transcripts,
all the way down to Pupetta complaining
about her broken nail.
Pupetta's broken nail?
She's wearing a Band-Aid.
Oh, my God.
Mom, wh... it's 1:40 in the morning.
What are you doing? I have to call Kaya and Buzz.
You found something? Ah...
Francis Martino might not have won an Oscar,
but he may have just solved this case.
There's been a break in the decades-old
Goldie Moresco murder case, but authorities aren't making
the details public yet.
I can't believe they're exhuming Goldie's body.
You actually called Judge Crawford's bluff.
I hope you have the cards.
I have a reasonable assumption.
Gene Genetti made a false confession.
If your hunch is wrong, and the evidence
doesn't point to someone else, he's going to jail.
I made all that clear to Gene.
He was willing to take the risk for his son.
Well, the lab is rushing the results.
I hope you're right.
...was thought to be the victim of...
Do you remember where you were in 1998?
The FDA had just approved Viagra,
and here in New York, the city was on a knife edge.
July 1, 1998, 11:00 p.m.,
Goldie Moresco
was finishing his night right over there, on edge.
He had a glass of Nero d'Avola
and a plate of spaghetti puttanesca.
The door opened,
but instead of Eddie Nova coming to kill Goldie,
it was Pupetta Del Ponte informing him
she was pregnant with his child.
What's going on in here?
What's going on here?
Get the hell out of my restaurant.
No.
Let her talk, Mom.
I have a feeling I know the rest.
Goldie denied the baby was his.
You got mad.
What am I gonna tell me dad? It's not my problem!
- He's gonna kill you, too. - You told him...
"If you don't do the right thing,
my father's gonna kill us both," but Goldie,
ah, he didn't care.
You catted around with half the guys
in this neighborhood, huh?
Kid could be anybody's.
Get lost. You got even madder,
you scratched him on the face.
Goldie tried to push you off.
You picked up the corkscrew from the bar
and stabbed it into his heart.
You bastard!
Gene,
you saw the whole thing from the hallway.
You knew that she'd killed a made man.
This was a big problem. Hey, no! No, no, no, no.
Please, Pupetta. Please don't shoot.
No, lis... l-let me help you.
But, Pupetta, you thought fast.
You swung the gun to Goldie
and finished him off... boom, boom...
in Eddie Nova's signature style.
Listen.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
And then you made your deal.
Gene would report he was the only one in the restaurant
and that Eddie Nova was the killer.
And in exchange you'd marry Gene,
who you knew was in love with you,
and he would claim the baby as his own.
Oh.
That's the story that Gene told you?
It's BS. He's snowing you.
Yes, it's true that Gene was obsessed with me that summer,
but when he saw me and Goldie fighting,
he grabbed the corkscrew
and stabbed him.
And it was his idea to shoot him,
like he was some kind of hero or something.
And it was his plan to pin the murder on Eddie Nova,
marry me, and then claim that the baby was his.
That's a lie.
I was a 19-year-old kid,
he was a grown man who took advantage of me
when I was in trouble.
Okay? He started the war
that took my entire family down.
We both know that isn't true.
Oh, yeah? Prove it.
When you scratched Goldie and he pushed you away,
you dug your nails into his chest
and tried to hang on.
Turns out, one of them broke off under his skin.
And we found this in Eddie's remains,
with the rhinestone "little doll" design.
Custom-made, only for you.
And trace elements of your DNA
were found on the corkscrew, mixed in with Goldie's blood.
My DNA is not on file. How is that even possible?
They can trace an unknown sample to the closest familial match.
The same name came up for both your blood
and Goldie Moresco's... Gene Genetti Jr.,
your biological son.
You're the killer, Pupetta.
A Del Ponte to the core.
Lisette "Pupetta" Del Ponte, you are under arrest
for the murder of Goldie Moresco
and for conspiring in the attempted murder
of Gene Genetti Sr.
Hands behind your back.
You're gonna miss thinking about me.
You have the right to remain silent.
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 appointed by...
You understand why we had to keep this a secret for so long?
I saw his picture, I always... kind of knew.
But you're still my dad.
Come here.
Which white whale should we start with?
The Moresco case or my wife?
Your wife? I actually arrested her
and wooed her throughout her sentence.
It's a great story.
And just so you know,
it is lawful to marry someone you arrested.
Let's start with the Moresco case.
You're the boss.
He's so cute and industrious.
Mm, yeah, I know.
I'm thinking about breaking up with him.
What?
Why? Well,
he doesn't like D.C., and I don't think
I want to move here, so what's the point?
I mean, neither one of us wants long-distance.
Sweetie, I know this was an intense week, but...
I don't know, maybe it was clarifying.
Is this because I approve?
No.
I don't know. It just...
it feels like too much.
But you seem so good together.
Do you have to make this decision right now?
Teddy,
I need you to do sound.
Thanks.
Thank you for the help, E.T.
This is gonna be big.
Mm, mm, mm.
I like Roy, too.
They'll work it out.
Kids always blame their parents when they're confused.
Or frustrated or hungry or sad or...
One-stop shop, it's always your fault.
Exactly. At least we agree on something.
Give yourself a break.
Can I hug you really fast?
Aw, Elsbeth.
It's gonna be okay.
It might take some trial and error,
but we'll find a good match for Ms. Tascioni.
Gosh...
But it won't be the same.
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