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Come on, Sid,
let me buy you one.

Nah.

Told you,
I'm being good tonight.

I'll take a rain check, huh?
See you mañana.

All right.

Sid Vicious.

Wainwright. What're you
doing out here?

I heard they serve liquor.
Join me for one.

Nah, I'm heading home.

What, are you kidding me?
It's 8:30. You're not that old.

Boss is in early tomorrow,
so if I'm on time, I'm late,

if you know what I mean.

Sid, it's important.

Why am I getting the feeling
that me running into you

ain't just coincidence?

One drink.

Trust me,
it'll be worth your time.

Sorry, boss, but
it's not something

I should be talking
about on the phone.

And couldn't wait till morning.

You be the judge.

I think that comes after
you tell me what.

We got a problem.
I gathered that.

With Inspector Clifford.

I'm listening.

A buddy of mine just whispered
in my ear just now.

My guy swears
he's got this right.

Right about what, Sid?

Clifford robbed a liquor store.

Tell your "guy" he's a month
early for April Fool's.

Nope, this ain't a joke.

Well, what are you telling me?

Inspector Clifford
robbed a store?

Yes, boss, but the robbery
happened when he was 15.

Ah, that was my foot.

Oh, well, you got a big foot.

No, this is a small space.

Mm.

I think we might
have a live one.

Just take a little nibble,
so we can go home already.

Word.

- Come here! Don't move!
- Don't move!

Don't even think about it.
Stay where you are. Come here.

- What's your name?
- Angela...

Do you have some
I.D., Angela?

You want to tell me why
you're taking a free ride?

You got plenty of money in here.

I didn't... I just--
Nobody was around.

Oh, so if no one's around,
it's okay to break the law?

You do that at
clothing stores, too?

Yeah, that's a fancy jacket.
Did you pay for this?

Of course. Yeah. Look, no--

- I don't do this. I just...
- What's that?

That's, um...

- That's weed, Angela.
- I can explain.

- No. Two strikes, you're out.
- What?

Give me your bag.

Turn around.

Oh, my God, am I...

Getting arrested? Yes, Angela,
that's what cuffs mean.

No, you don't understand,
my father, he will kill me.

And to think,
all that for three bucks, huh.

No, wait! Seriously.
What if I tell you something?

Something what?

Something big.

Hey, Sean.

No, no, I'm, like,
five minutes away,

had to get gas, yeah.

Yeah...

No, I'll be right there.

Tell you what, just finish your
homework, okay? I'm on my way.

Hey, man, thank God you're here.

There's a guy in there,
he just tried to rob me.

Okay.

All right, calm down.

No, no, no, no, no.
He robbed me, man! I'm new here.

It's my first week.
I said stay where you are!

It's my first week.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Back up! Keep your hands
where I can see them.

He came at me with this. I...

Put it down right now!

- I didn't know what to do. Whoa.
- Drop it.

Drop it right now!

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Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want
to go to the hospital.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's the store owner?

He's banged up
pretty bad,

but he's not likely
because of you.

Good.

How about you,
how you holding up?

It's not my first shooting,
you know.

The kid was young,
that's all.

What does it matter?

He tried to stab me,
I shot him, that's that.

Hey, nobody's saying
it's not a clean shooting.

The investigator already
said it looks justified.

Okay, well, then
what are we talking about?

Nothing. Just get
some sleep, all right?

I will.

Hey.

You mind telling me
why your car

is in front of my place?

You okay, Danny?

Oh, I'm fine.
Thank you for asking.

What are you doing here?

- Anthony told me what happened.
- Anthony?

- You can tell Anthony I'm a big boy.
- Well, I thought

I'd hang out here
with Sean until you,

you know, settled everything.

Well, Sean's a big
boy, too. He's 16.

Yeah, and he's not 18.

Almost forgot.

So you really okay?

And that's exactly why I'm here.

But it's not like
I'm messed up or anything.

I'm okay, just...

Look, it's not my first rodeo.

I know.

- So what?
- So...

I don't think it's crazy
to consider the possibility

that maybe this time is a little
different than the others.

Why?

Because he was young?

He was out of his mind.
He tried to stab me.

Or maybe because

your boys already lost one...

I can do this, Erin.

- I know.
- Good.

And good night.

You're not going
anywhere, are you?

Nope.

Didn't think so.

And when Dad calls,
you promise to pick up?

- He won't.
- Course he's gonna call.

Bet you 20 bucks.

You're on.

His old man
walks out when he's 12.

Mom's working
two jobs.

Brother and sister are older, so
they're doing their own thing.

So by the time Clifford is 15,
he's got a new family.

Street gang
in the neighborhood.

Yeah, but from what I
understand, he wasn't the heavy,

stayed mostly on the sidelines.

Well, he must've gotten
in the game at some point

'cause Sid's guy Wainwright
arrested him.

For robbery in the first degree.

But he was the lookout,
you said?

Doesn't matter. Guy with the gun
and guy with the whistle

take the same charge.

"Acting in concert."

That thing you all do
when you think my mind

is on something else,
the elephant in the room?

I hate that.

Detective Reagan
is gonna be just fine.

Of course he is, boss.

Okay, let's say we accept
all of this at face value,

there's still
one thing I don't get.

NYPD does
a background check

on all candidates. There's
no way he gets on the job

with a felony collar
on his sheet.

Technically, he shouldn't have
even been allowed

to take the test.

Clifford is his mother's maiden.

Ditched deadbeat dad's name
for his mother's

when he turned 18.

After he turned his life around?

Guy did a complete 180.

After that collar,
becomes the golden boy.

Honor roll,
volunteer work,

starts a neighborhood watch
in his building.

That's good. I can use that with
the press if it comes to it.

You want me to get
Clifford down here, boss?

- No.
- What about Wainwright?

Bring you the horse so you can
hear it straight from his mouth?

No.

What about we stop
asking questions

and give you some time to think?

Yes.

Jamie, I got to talk to you.

I told you to 10-2.
Back to the house now.

Hey, got to talk to you.

Sure, come on in,
Officer Janko.

- Jamie...
- Jamie?

I mean Sarge.
We collared a turnstile jumper

and we flipped her,
and she's got information.

That's good and interesting,
isn't it?

Don't start.

No, weren't you the one that
said spending your whole tour

twiddling your thumbs
inside a broom closet

was a waste of your time
and the taxpayers' money?

Will you let me tell you?

As soon as I'm
done gloating.

Could you hurry up
'cause this is timely.

It's broken windows, Janko,
broken windows.

Yes. You were right.
I was wrong.

Now will you let me tell you?

I love these stripes.

She's offering up information
on where we can pick up a gun.

Gun collar, okay,
you got my attention.

Not just any gun,

she says it's the one used
in the Morales shooting.

- My sister's case?
- Exactly.

You got to call her
and tell her.

- Oh, you're giving me the collar?
- What? No, of course not.

Then I guess you're the one
calling my sister.

- Wh-- Jamie...
- Ah, ah.

Sarge, come...

Hey.

What, do you need
a master's degree

to run this thing?

Or just press "start".

Smart aleck.

Hey, Janko.

Hey, Detective Ab...

ABETEMARCO.

Of course. Sorry.

You looking for Erin's office?

- Yes.
- Yeah, it's that way.

Uh, thanks. Thanks so much.

Yeah, but you're going this way.

- Um, um, I'm sorry, what?
- With me.

No, I have an
appointment with Erin.

Had. She got called to court,
so you got me instead.

Now, let's go.

Go?

You ask a lot of questions.

That's gonna be a problem
out in the field.

Out in the field?

It's fine in here,
but out there,

I do the talking.

Keep your yap closed
and your ears wide open.

You hear?

Uh...

I-I think I'm confused.

You got a tip on the gun.

The gun, right?

Yeah, the one used
in the Morales shooting.

Trial starts in a couple
of days, which means

we ain't got any time to blow,
so let's not blow any.

Look, you riding shotgun
with me on this or not?

Either crap or
get off the pot.

I'll crap.

That came out really wrong.

What do we got?

DOA. These guys say
a few hours at least.

Reginald Jassem.
571 Ridgewood Avenue.

Stabbed multiple times.
Defensive wounds.

Crime of passion?

Well, if anyone happens
upon a knife, let me know.

Didn't think so.

Any signs of forced entry?

He's young.

Yeah.

Twenty-two.

Start a canvass?

You can.

I gotta notify next of kin.

Why don't you let me do that?

Why?

I think you know why.

I'm fine.

Mrs. Williams, my name is...

I know exactly who you are.

You can go, just as quickly
as you came.

I just came to say that I...

Say what, that you're sorry?

Look, I will give you one guess

where you can stick
your apologies.

Now, get the hell out of here.

- Mrs. Williams.
- What?

Nothing.

I shouldn't have come.

You're damn right about that.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

You think you can put two
bullets in my baby one day,

and then come here looking for
what, absolution on the next?

You're right.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself...

for what you did,
and what you're doing.

Commissioner Reagan.

Inspector Clifford.

Got a minute?

What'd I just see?

It's a celebration, sir.

An officer in your house?

No, one of the kids
from the neighborhood.

Hector Ruiz. Just got
a full scholarship

to Amherst College.

And he kind of grew up
in this house.

A repeat offender.

I like to think that
we had a hand

in setting him
on the right path.

Do we run a rec center
or a police precinct?

No. But we do believe
in celebrating

what deserves celebrating
on our streets.

Hope police work doesn't
get in the way.

I know how this looks,
sir, and I get it.

And I would have rescheduled
if I'd known you were coming.

No, I like surprise visits
for exactly this reason.

Let's me see the real deal,
not the whitewash.

Commissioner, I know that
everything I got going here

runs afoul of just about
every rule in the book.

And then some.

But this is a good thing,
and I stand by it.

So do I.

We cops use a lot
of lingo, like

how we call
our precincts houses.

"Precinct" conjures a fortress
designed to keep people out.

Houses bring people in.

Bring enough people in,
it becomes a home.

These are my people, and
I try to look after them.

Yes?

Are you Mrs. Jassem?

Yes. Can I help you?

It might be better
if we talked inside.

You may want to take a seat.

Please.

Are you Reginald's mother?

Oh, my God.
What's happened?

No. No...

No, no, no!

My baby.

You're a liar!

- No, I'm not.
- Yeah?

Well, I went to the apartment
where you said

the gun was stashed,
and guess what.

The gun wasn't stashed.

Detective, I think that...

So, either you're a liar
or I'm a liar.

Are you calling me
a liar, Angela?

- No, no, not at all.
- That's good.

Because I don't like
to be called a liar.

I get very upset when
people use words like that

to describe me.

I understand you're not a liar.
I would never say that.

- No, but you're a liar.
- No.

The gun isn't there, Angela.

So whatever deal you had
is null and void and kaput.

Capisce?! Which means it's
time to call your old man.

- No!
- Yeah.

- Let's call daddy!
- No. No, no!

I'm gonna call him.
Angela could alwa...

Okay.

But you can't tell anyone
where you heard this.

Do you promise?

My hand to God.

I'm serious. Nobody.

Angela, didn't I just
give you my word?

We're not going back to you
calling me a liar, are we?

No, no. Okay.

I think my cousin took it.

There you go.

Good girl.

Now, what's your cousin's name?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- How did what go?

The victim's mother.

Be a nice change of pace
if they let cops

notify lottery winners
they won millions,

instead of being
the Bad News Bear

every time the door opens.

- So, nothing?
- Not nothing.

She said something about

the kid's girlfriend.

They had an intense
relationship.

Okay, well, that's consistent

with our crime
of passion theory.

- How intense?
- Don't know.

You know, the mom was
kind of a mess.

She didn't make
a lot of sense,

and what sense she did make
was hard to make sense of.

I can understand the feeling.

Anything else?

Uh, the mom said she read
text messages from

the girlfriend to her son.

The girlfriend was
rough on him.

"Get a job, get a life."
Stuff like that.

Okay, that's something.
Let's dig into his phone.

What was the
girlfriend's name?

Uh, Rose... Rachel.
Something with an "R."

Did you write it down?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I wrote it down, Detective.

Let me see.

- Rebecca.
- Close enough.

You really knocked yourself
out taking these notes.

Luckily, we're not treating
you for carpal tunnel.

It's like I said,
the mother was a mess.

Okay?

Thanks.

You weren't surprised,
me showing up?

No.

I totally bought the
"I was... just happened to be

in the neighborhood
on my way to Costco" routine.

"With a bottle of whiskey
in my hand."

There's no one else
in this room

but you and me, Danny.

Two BSers full of BS.

Look, I-I'm not an idiot,
Gramps.

And I'm not being a jerk.

I'm not.

Look, enough people
line up telling you

that you're upset,
you have to consider that.

You're no idiot,
that's for sure.

And for my money,
you're not even upside down,

just maybe a little sideways.

If that's what you see...

You know what else I see?

Uh, my dining room table?

Your empty house.

It's not empty.

Sean's upstairs
doing his homework.

Not what I mean,

and you know it.

And it's not just the house
that's empty.

Hasn't even been
two years yet, Gramps.

Linda was the one who got
you through those others.

She also could've
gotten you through this one.

Yeah, but it wasn't
in the cards.

So draw a new one.

You want me
to start shacking up?

That's your solution?

I'm just thinking
about your future.

You know, not for nothing,
Gramps, but, uh,

Grandma's been gone, what,
a hundred years?

I never saw you take up
with another woman.

Hell, I never saw you even go
on a date with another woman.

No.

I live alone with my son.

Have for the last 15 years.

Well, Dad, too.

I don't see him threatening
Casanova's legend

since Mom passed away.

No.

He lives alone with his father.

For the last 15 years.

What's the matter,
you don't like pizza?

No, no, I-I do. It's just...

Too many toppings?

It is a lot of toppings.

It's all the toppings,
except pineapple.

Oh, I love pineapple.

If you put pineapple on pizza,
you're dead to me.

I'm not kidding.

Come on.

Put some meat on them bones.

Thanks, it's just, um...

Okay,

I-I'm just unclear

on-on how you do things.

"Do things"?

For instance,
what if it turns out

that Angela wasn't
lying to us yesterday?

What?

What's so funny?

Everything you just said.

Okay, well, what would you have
done if she wasn't?

I don't know, Janko, probably
turned into a big giant pumpkin.

You are 100%, totally,

beyond a shadow of a doubt sure
that she was lying?

Yeah.

Even though you never
even talked to her?

Yep.

You didn't even know her
name till I told you.

True.

You didn't even
know what she told me

until we were on the way
over to talk to her.

That's right.
With all of that, you knew?

You absolutely knew
that she was lying?

Yep.

How?

Because they always lie.

Uhp, you snooze,
you lose, my friend.

I'm sorry.

Me and my grandfather
tied one on last night,

I must've...

You didn't miss much.

You don't like the girlfriend
for this?

Well, I love her for it,
but I hate that she was at work

at the time of the murder and
has the time card to prove it.

Well, that's great.
Don't get too comfortable.

Why, where are we going?

Square one. Back to the victim's
mother, talk to the family.

You mean,
back to the victim's mother

to get what I missed
the first time I spoke to her.

- I didn't say that.
- No.

But those mocha brown
Latina peepers of yours did.

Hazel, not mocha. Let's go.

Detective Reagan?

Why don't you take care of this;
meet me over there when you can?

Yeah.

Have a seat.

Look, I don't got
a lot to say, all right?

Look, I don't know

if you got kids, or...

I do.

Then you know.

Then you know
what you did was wrong.

- I...
- I don't want to hear it.

You took my son's life.

There is no way
that that is right.

- I know how you feel, and I know why...
- You don't.

Did anyone ever shoot
your kid dead?

Rip his soul out
from inside him?

No.

I will never forgive you.

But I'm, I will give you this,

and you better believe
it's a gift.

When you came to my door,

I could see
that-that you've been carrying

the weight of t-this.

I could see
that you know

that everything I'm saying
here is the bottom line truth.

I could see it in your eyes,

sure as I'm seeing it right now.

That meant something to me.

The tiniest little something,
but something.

So...

For what that's worth,
and it ain't much...

...there you go.

You know, in my line of work,

the ones who want a lawyer are
usually the ones who did it.

- Lawyer.
- So you did it.

Lawyer.

You know, you're only making
this harder on yourself.

- Lawyer.
- So if I get you a lawyer,

I'm gonna have to collar you.

Is that what you want?

Lawyer.

Tell me where the damn gun is.

I texted legal aid,
and they're gonna

assign you a lawyer.

And I'm sure
you know this already,

but now that you've requested
a lawyer,

you no longer
have to talk to us.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tell him that.

All right, uh, just give me
the name of your parole officer.

Ha. But I didn't do nothing.

That's not true.
You violated your parole.

What violation?
I didn't do squat.

Oh, you have
a unique parole agreement

in that you're permitted to
associate with known felons?

Known felons?

What you going on about,
lady cop?

Officer. What I'm going on about

is that kid
in the red sweatshirt

and the LeBrons
you were talking to

when we rolled up on you
just now.

Head Bone?

Aka Jamie Flemings,

great kid

who I had
the pleasure

of collaring myself
last year.

Oh, come on, this ain't right.

Don't worry about it.

Your lawyer's gonna
get you out of it.

Those guys are the best.

And I'm sure he only has, like,

500 cases
ahead of you right now.

This is wrong!

It doesn't have
to be this way, Bobby.

Okay.

I'll tell you
where the hammer is.

If it was up
to me, he stays.

And I say Clifford goes.

Two days ago, you were in here
having his back.

That was before Wainwright
dropped his ultimatum.

Boss?

Hey, I'm listening.

He really said
he'd go to the press?

Says if we don't give Clifford the axe,
he'll go Live at Five with it.

He say why?

He says that
it's the principle for him.

NYPD does not hire felons.

Especially ones
who lie their way in.

Well, he's got a point there.

You think he should go, too?

What I think is,
his value in the present

outweighs the sins in his past.

Boss, Garrett's onto something.
Why don't we just

bring Wainwright in here
and lean on him?

- No.
- Why not?

Because he was passed over about
a dozen times for promotion

before he retired,
and one of the guys

who leapfrogged over him
was Clifford.

And maybe a little because
he's white and Clifford's black.

That's unknowable.

All of which makes this a can
of worms that won't open.

Well, then, what?

I haven't a damn clue.

How'd it go with,
you know, that woman?

We're all good there.
What about her?

She give you anything
we could use?

No. Honestly? Not a great vibe.

Can't really put
my finger on it.

Fidgety, like she wanted you
to get out quick.

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

I clocked her body language.

You could tell all that
from out here?

I could tell it from out
here but I also noticed that

the first time I met her,
she walked with a limp.

Today, somehow,
she doesn't have one.

No, she does not.

I really don't understand

why we couldn't do this
over the phone.

Thank you for
coming in.

Frankly, I find it
pretty inconsiderate

of you to insist.

Medical records from
Eastchester County Hospital.

The night your son was killed,

you drove 20 miles
out of your way

for a wound
that required 20 stitches.

Why would
someone do that?

Unless that somebody
had something to hide.

Am I under arrest?

No.

- Then can I go?
- You can.

But before you do,

I'd... like to let you know

that it is no easy thing
to take another life.

I know it.

It is something you will
never, ever get over.

Whether it's the guilt

coursing through
your veins like poison

or the sleepless nights
stacking up on your chest

like a pile of bricks.

The nights you do
sleep are ruined

when you awaken to realize
that it wasn't a nightmare.

It was real.

There's nothing
you can do to change it.

I didn't...

What I mean is...
You don't have to say anything.

You don't.

But I want to promise you
that if you do say something...

...you're gonna feel
so much better.

You may even sleep
like a baby again.

I know you're a good person.

I knew it the moment I met you.

And I know there is nothing...

nothing on this Earth
that would ever make you

intentionally hurt your baby boy.

Help us help you.

Please.

Sit down and talk to us
about what happened.

It's okay.

It's gonna be
all right.

You don't seem happy.

No, I am. I am.

Eddie, you
got the gun.

Erin's case went
from a 60-40 maybe

that would stretch
out for weeks

to a slam dunk plea bargain
that took 20 minutes.

I know.
It's awesome.

You don't
sound awesome.

It's...

it's nothing, really.

It should be nothing,
but it's something.

You'll tell me
when you're ready.

- Oh.
- Hey, uh...

Pardon the
interruption.

I just wanted to give
our superstar a little gift.

Pineapple pizza?

You had to be there.
Got it.

Well, I got to go get
ready for the roll call.

See you, pal.

There you go.

He's right, you know.

Something is bugging you.

Oh, you heard that?

And I think I got
a pretty good idea what it is.

You love the results,
uh, just not too keen

on how we got there.

I'm just not so
sure that I can

do this job if
I have to lie

every time to
get the job done.

So don't.

- But you said...
- That's me.

I mean, that's my way.

Keep in mind, I've been
doing this a long time.

I'm old school.

I-I found a tool

that works for me,
so I use it.

But it really works.

It sure does,
but that doesn't mean

it's the only thing that works.

You're young, learn
from everyone. Be a sponge.

I'm no Dick Tracy.

I'm one guy with one tool.

You've got plenty of room
for lots of tools

on your tool belt.

Well, thanks.

Thanks, Anthony.

He's here.

Have a seat.

Not that one.

That one.

You're a smart guy,
one of our best and brightest.

Maybe someday you'll end up
in that chair.

How's it feel?

It's uncomfortable.

Sounds about right.

I got this, uh...

bear of an issue
I'm wrestling with,

one I can't find
a resolution to.

So, you're the
commissioner now.

Tell me what
you would do.

Do with what, sir?

Well, there's a file
in front of you.

The name and the photos
have been blacked out

to protect this individual
but somehow,

I think you'll get the gist.

What that file doesn't say

is this stickup kid

goes on to turn his life around

and pursue his dream

of becoming
a decorated NYPD cop.

If I may explain, sir...

You're the commissioner now,
you don't have to explain.

You have to decide...

what's going to happen to him.

I don't know.

Not an option.
Not from where you sit.

But I don't know, sir.

You can't plead the Fifth,
you can't pass the buck,

you can't buy a vowel.

Should he stay or should he go?

He should go.

Why?

Because the NYPD
doesn't hire felons.

On top of that,
he lied to get the job.

And he maintained that lie
for 20 years.

What about the fact
that for those 20 years,

he served as the gold standard

for what an NYPD cop should be?

Doesn't matter.

He's a felon.

He's got to go.

You know...

I don't think you'd make a good
commissioner after all.

But a cop like that...

I'm keeping him.

Commissioner, I don't know
how to thank you enough.

Now get out of my chair.

And you owe me 20 bucks.

For what?

Our bet.

You said he'd call me.

Call you about what?

See there?
Pay up.

You didn't call him
after the shooting

at the gas station?
- Was I supposed to?

- That was my job.
- Mm-hmm.

- How is it your job?
- As the patriarch.

But as his father?

Someday you'll see.

- See what?
- Well, more like see when.

When to back off trying
to suss out your kid's problems.

That first time that you...

go to knock on
the closed bedroom door

and something tells you "don't."

Like, let them
handle it themselves?

Yeah, when it's time.

Well, when did you know
with Mom?

When she was 18 and threatened
me with a restraining order.

I did not.

Practically.

Anyway, that was
your mom's duty.

What about Jameson?

Jameson? Jameson.

- He was always cool, he...
- Hmm.

like he
instinctively knew

that the more advice
you harvest,

the better the odds are
to make the right move.

Now, I always felt
the knock was welcomed.

And last but not least?

- Uh, best for last.
- Sure.

Oh, that's easy.

When your dad
was eight years old,

he got suspended
from school

for... guess what.

Fighting.

So I go to his room,
I sit him down

and I ask him what happened.

And he just gives me
the bare bones.

So I said directly,
"What did that kid say

or do to make you
throw the first punch?"

And your dad says,

"Trust me, you don't want
to freaking know."

What eight-year-old says,

"Trust me, you don't want
to freaking know"? -

Trust me, you don't want
to freaking know.

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