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FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Are you sitting down?

ROBBER: Nobody move!

(SIRENS WAILING)

All right,
what do we got?

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

This is a robbery!
Get down.

Get down
on the ground!

LEACH: Witness called it in.
Four guys with masks.

They went in there
about five minutes ago.

- Got it.
- What do you
want to do?

Well, I could
use some waffles.

My breakfast didn't stick.

What? No, seriously.
Come on.

Walsh. New partnership. Are
you a three-and-then-go guy,

or go-on-three?
Which one?

Yeah, I don't count.

See, that's
good to know.

Police! Don't move!

WALSH: I don't know.
It's just different.

Different how?

It's hard to explain.

I've worked
three other precincts,

and none of them were
like the 2nd Precinct.

Maybe it's the criminals.

See, we get a lot of
oddballs and nutjobs.

Heck, maybe it's
just us, the cops.

You know, when I worked
Vice undercover,
they called me Pete Rose.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

You know why they
called me Pete Rose?

Well, either you like
to slide head first,

or you're
the utility player.

Exactly. See,
I can do everything.

The interviews, the research,
dress up like a hooker.

So whatever you need,
just tell me.

Okay. I will.

Well, you know,
in the meantime,

just keep your knees bent
and roll with things,

because at Second Squad,

nothing is
what you think it is.

Thanks for that.

(GROANS)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
10-11 in progress

at Madeline's Dress Shop
on Essex.

Dispatch respectfully reminds
all responding officers
that she is a size 2.

You couldn't
have waited?

For what?

The guy's swinging
a sword.

At least let me put
a couple of bullets
in him, soften him up.

- I was in the moment.
- What's this?

Guy tried to rob
a cash-only restaurant
with a sword,

and Einstein here
charges him.

-Okay.
-Yo, man, I got rights.

Shut up.

Beaumont, Cole,
robbery just came in.

Pawnshop on
Delancey and Christie.
Get over there.

We're on it, Sarge.

Hey, you can't talk to me,
you know. I'm only 16.

Should have thought about that
before you went cash skiing
on Essex Street.

-Thirty-six.
-Forty-one.

What was that about?

Wouldn't you like to know?

There were four of them,
they all had pantyhose
on their heads.

One guy didn't know
how to do it, though,

so the second leg
was hanging off of
his face like a trunk.

How much did they take?

Eight, maybe $10,000
in cash and jewelry.

And the victim,
he worked here?

Yeah, Pete. We keep
a baseball bat
behind the counter.

He went for it and
the little guy shot him.

He couldn't have been
more than 5'1".

Is there anything else
you can tell us about
the robbers?

Well, they left this behind.

An onion?

Yeah. Said it was
a souvenir.

"Souvenir for what?"
I said,

and the guy with the trunk,
he said, "You're a piece
of New York history now."

Whatever the hell
that means.

What's up, Sarge?

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey, you.
Where are we at with Walsh?

Uh...

Sir, we've only
been partners
for one week.

Kowalski was dirty,
and somebody killed him.

Walsh was his partner.

Internal Affairs wants
to do an investigation.

I told them
I can handle it,

but I need your help.

-Sir...
-Look.

I like Walsh,
he's the real deal,

but I can't protect him
if I don't know his story.

-His story?
-Every cop has a story.

Why they do
what they do.

What their story is
dictates what kind
of police they are.

Now, can you help me?

Ready to take
a run at the kid?

Uh... Yeah.

James Boorland.
You're 16.

What are you doing
robbing a bank?

My client's a minor.
You have to
charge him as one.

Bank robbery
is a federal crime.

Throw in a loaded weapon,
shooting at a cop,

now we're looking at
mandatory sentencing.

I didn't shoot at anybody.

Doesn't matter,
shots were fired.

Please. I don't
wanna go to jail.

We pulled your records.
James Boorland.

Honor student at
Stuyvesant High School.

Science club,
math club, debate club.

What was this,
like a field trip?

Look, I got the SATs
on Saturday.

You think I'll still
be able to take them?

Yeah. I'm gonna
go with no, you're not.

I didn't even
want to do it, but...

WALSH: But what?

Whose idea
was it, James?

James?

Hey, Walsh,
got a sec?

I'll take him.

All right. Yeah?

I just wanted to say,
no hard feelings
about last week.

Last week?

Yeah. The wild goose
chase you sent me on?

You know,
Shabu Shabu.

Oh.

I know you were probably
just feeling upset about
Kowalski, so...

No, just trying to
teach you a lesson.

Oh.

How long have you been
working here, Eddie?

It'll be a year
on Friday.

Ah, see,
how wonderful.

What's Delahoy's
first name?

Um...

-Eric.
-Eric.

How old is Banks?

Banks. Well, he's...

Forty-two. He talks about
it all the time, Eddie.
The year he's gonna die.

Yeah, I must have
missed that.

You see, this is what
I'm talking about, Eddie.

You've been here a year
and you don't know
anything about us.

You're right. I should
familiarize myself with
people's personnel files.

No, Eddie. Maybe you can
just come have a beer
with us sometime.

Stop being such a snob.

Is that my windbreaker?

No.

Yeah, it is.
The lining's ripped.

Okay, it's
your windbreaker.
So what?

What's wrong with you?
What do you need
my windbreaker for?

You got your
own windbreaker.

Somebody should be
recording this conversation
for insomniacs everywhere.

No, no, no, no, no.
It's the point, okay.

A man's jacket. You know?
His windbreaker.

I mean,
these things are sacred.

It's lucky, okay?
It's a lucky windbreaker.

It's the one you wore
when you got shot.

I didn't get shot.

Yeah, you did.

Two barrels
straight in the face,
and it misses.

It has nothing to do
with my outerwear, okay?
It was a misfire.

It was a miracle.

Right. Okay.
Take it off.

-Really?
-Hand it over.

All right, another
robbery just came in.

Who's catching?
Donovan? Dobbs?

What's that?
What is that?

-It's an onion.
-I know what it is.

What's it doing
on your desk?

Perp left it
at that pawnshop robbery.

Four jokers
with pantyhose
on their heads.

Oh, no. They left
an onion behind?

Why? What do you
think that means?

-It means they're back.
-Who?

The Boorlands.
I should've known.

Sarge, did you
say Boorlands?

Yeah. The oldest family
of criminals in New York.

They like to leave an onion.

Hey, Sarge.
Our guy's a Boorland.

The samurai in there,
that's Frank Boorland.

Yeah, the kid we just nabbed
in the armed robbery
is a Boorland as well.

Oh, crap.

So, the Boorlands are,
what, organized crime,
like the Mafia?

No. They're more like
disorganized crime.

The Boorlands have
been breaking the law
in this city

since before there were
cops to catch them.

My dad arrested Boorlands,
his dad before him.

They're petty thieves
and thugs who can't
agree on anything.

Another robbery, Sarge,
Houston and Second.

Ladies and gentlemen,
drop everything.

We have ourselves
a crime spree.

FRANK: Hey, weren't you in
the Village People?

Where's the cowboy
and the Indian?

MAN: Yeah, you're funny.

Hey, buddy. Nice suit.
They make you wear that?

What did I tell you, Frank?
You can't come here.

Well, the apartment
you got me smells
like farts

and the TV only gets
four channels.

So, read a book.

(LAUGHING) Right.

That's a good one. Hey!

How about I call the service
and I order us a couple
of females?

I don't know about you,
but I could go for a little
Pecan Sally right about now.

You follow me?

I don't do that
anymore, Frank.

God has shown me
a better path.

Yeah, but you
didn't call God,
did you, Navan?

You called me.

Go back to Texas, Frank.

Hell, I will
if you will, buddy.

Steal a car. Road trip.

(SHUSHING)
We'll be there
in three days.

We'll go crazy.
We'll get back
what we gave up.

Huh?

No?

Last chance.

I'm walking away.

I'm getting into trouble.

(LAUGHING)

I'm gone.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Attention all personnel.

Report to the briefing
room immediately.

Hey, Eric.

Eric Delahoy.

How you doing?

Okay, people.
Let's focus.

-Walsh.
-Yeah.

I'm sorry.

WALSH: Shraeger.
-Oh.

All right, we have eight
confirmed Boorland robberies
in the Lower East Side.

We also have reports
of armed robberies

from the 13th, 15th
and 6th Precincts.

BROWN: We don't know
why the Boorlands are
on a crime spree.

This is a family that,
historically, can't agree
on what time it is,

but they're
out in force today
and they're shooting,

so we got to
shut them down fast.

SHRAEGER:
So far, we have two of
the Boorlands in custody,

James and Frank.

That means there's still
20 or more Boorlands
out on the streets,

including the worst one...

Which is Nick Boorland, 27.

He's got 10 arrests,
two convictions
for armed robbery,

assault, attempted murder.

He's also 5'1" and has
a real Napoleon complex.

Yeah, if I had to bet,
I'd say he's the one

that killed the clerk
at the pawnshop.

Finally, this is...
This is Mike Boorland.

He's the head of the family.
He's the father of Nick
and James Boorland.

He got out of
Sing Sing last year.

Okay. Now, the Boorlands
like to hang out

at this ping pong hall
on Varick Street,

so that's where
we look first.

Delahoy and Banks,
you're gonna be
left behind on this one.

-What?
-Why?

Command called.
You haven't turned in
your fives for three months.

Come on, you're
gonna bust our satchel
over paperwork?

Just do it.
Everybody else,
let's hit 'em hard.

COP: Come on, let's go!
Go! Go! Go!

NYPD! Show me
your hands!

Hands up!
Show me your hands!

All right. Everybody
Chinese, get out.

Everybody else,
move against the wall.

Let's go!

All right, we're
looking for Boorlands.

You guys know the drill.

Pull your wallets out
and hold your IDs up
next to your face.

-Clear?
-Yup.

COP 1: That's you?
COP 2: Next.

Gus Boorland.

Rich Boorland. Futz.

Shep.

Yvonne.

Yvonne?

My mother was French.

Okay.

Well, well.

It's the big dog.

Mike Boorland.

You okay?
You don't look so good.

Food poisoning.

Don't eat the dumplings
under the bridge.

Okay.

So where's
your son, Nick?

Screw you.

Okay. Let's
bring 'em all in.

We'll sort it out
at the station.

Got him?

Nice.

Yeah, it helps when
the people you're talking to
are sideshow stupid.

Fifty-six.

Nice try.
Seventy-three.

WALSH: Damn.

You serious?
Where'd you go?

We're supposed to be
doing paperwork.

Just in time.
Hey, if you had to guess,

what do you think
the salty egg vegetable sponge
liver pig soup tastes like?

-Sponge.
-All right. And what about
chicken ear in jade liquid?

I guess I got
two questions there.

It's part of the job,
Eric. Paperwork.

It's a little creepy, though,
don't you think?

I mean, all these files?

You know, names,
addresses, pictures.

You know who did
a lot of paperwork?

-Who's that?
-The Nazis.

-Come on.
-Come on?

It's blank.
I got a blank fortune.

Okay.

You know what
that means, though?

-Yeah, don't start.
Yeah. Okay.
-Blank fortune?

It means I got no future
because I'm gonna
be dead at 42

like my father.
I can't breathe.

Relax. Okay.
Look, I'm sure mine's
exactly the same. Okay?

Come on, what is it?
Is it blank?

"Follow the dove."

What are they,
Chinese hippies?
What does that mean?

You know what?
Knowing you,
something crazy.

Leo, you got
a problem with me?

Yes. You know,
ever since you got shot,

you have been
acting like a nut.

Leo, I didn't get shot.

You kicked open a door.

A guy pointed
a shotgun at your head
and pulled the trigger.

And yet I'm fine,

and about to enjoy...

Some big bowl gold
mushroom cowboy meat.

You're very funny.
Okay. Seriously.

Come on.

What's going on with you?

I have a brain tumor.

What?

Oh, man. Hey...

I'm sorry.

And I'm kidding.

(LAUGHING)

Okay.

I'm not kidding.

-Are you serious?
-No.

-(LAUGHING) I'm sorry.
-That's enough.

-I am a little
constipated, though.
-No. You know. That's not...

Come on. Let's go.

-Where we going?
-Maybe if we go look
at the buckshot in the wall,

that will help you
snap out of it.

Come on. Let's go.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Lawyer.

Lawyer.

Lawyer.

Lawyer.
(COUGHS)

I'm sorry.
What'd you say?

I said I want a...
(COUGHING)

Yeah, yeah.
I didn't hear him either.

Sorry.

How you feeling, Mike?
You don't look so good.

I'm fine.

Hey, not to make this weird,
but can I get your autograph?

Truthfully, the Boorlands
are legends around here.

Oldest crime family
in New York.

Screw the Italians.

My great-great-
great-grandfather stole

the 24 bucks the Dutch paid
the Indians for Manhattan.

Well, you must
make him proud.

A bank robbery
and a pawnshop
in one morning.

I don't know
anything about that.

I've been throwing up
since yesterday.

Did you see
your son, James?
He's in holding.

Good kid, honor student.

He robbed his first bank
this morning.

You must be proud.

-You got kids?
-No.

Then what do you know?

WALSH: We know we can
try him as an adult.

He could get 25 to life.

Mike, what's going on?
Why the sudden crime spree?

Hmm...

My father,
he was a great man.

He could talk anybody
into anything.

And the ladies,
they loved him.

He had a two-by-four
between his legs,

people called him
"the Lumberjack."

Cops cornered him
in an alley in Queens.

He died on his feet,
like a man.

That's all anybody
could ask for,

to die like a man.

Is that what you want
for your son?

James is a good kid.

He knows family comes first.

Hmm.

You know, you still got
another son out there, Mike,

and a lot of jumpy cops.

You could stop this all
right now, you know.

Save his life maybe.

Read my lips.

I want a...
(COUGHS)

Lawyer.

Here you go, big guy.

DELAHOY: I still don't know
what we're doing here, Leo.

Listen to me, okay?

You almost died
in there.

Deal with it and
stop being so reckless.

See, this is why
I never got married.

What? What does
that even...
What does that...

'Cause I gotta listen
to this all day long
and then I'm gonna go home...

I'll tell you what?
I changed my mind, okay?

I'm gonna do
the paperwork.
Let's go.

What? No.
Five minutes.

Five minutes.
In and out.

I won't talk
to you anymore,
I won't bother you.

You'll stop yapping?

Yes.

-Okay.
-Okay. Yeah.

-Great.
-You start...

You start stopping now.

-What are you,
my mother?
-Now!

"Follow the dove."

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

New suit, all right?

Now, I don't have my cuffs,
but this is a gun. All right?

Feel that?

It's okay, ma'am.
All right?

BEAUMONT: Hey.

Alvarez caught
another Boorland.

I was gonna watch
the interview. Wanna join?

Yeah.

-You okay?
-Yeah. Yeah.

Just...

Sometimes, the violent
ones get to me.

It's 'cause you're so nice.

Sometimes it helps
if you're a bastard
on this job.

I'm not that nice.

-Come on, Henry.
-I'm not.

Henry, you go to church
every day.

I once saw you
carry a homeless guy
three blocks to the ER.

Trust me. You're
probably the nicest guy
in the city of New York.

Come on.

Casey.

-Davis?
-Hi.

This is, uh,
where you work?

-He's with me.
-Yeah. I gotta get this.

This is
the cop shop, huh?

Hurry. Go in here.

Wow. Forceful.

What are you
doing here?

How long have I been
managing your trust fund?

You still can't
keep an appointment.

It was cute
when you were 20.

I need you to
keep your voice down.

People don't know
here I'm rich.

Do you? You have
less interest in money
than anyone I've ever met.

-Thank you.
-It's not a compliment.

Do you know
the story of Cinderella?

No. I'm an idiot.

Well, Cinderella was
a beautiful woman

who was made to feel ugly
by the rest of her family.

And in this scenario,
I'm Cinderella?

No, the money
is Cinderella.

You're the evil stepmother
who's making her feel
like trash.

I'm not gonna
tell you what to do
with your money.

You want to give it all away?
We'll set up a foundation,
we'll give it away.

-But stop hiding.
-I'm not hiding.

I'm a police detective in
one of the biggest cities
in the world.

If you tell him I'm rich,
I'll kill you. I have a gun.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know
you had company.

Davis, Walsh.

Hey. Detective Walsh.

Davis Nixon.
Hey. How are you?

Uh, Davis is my lover.
We have sex.

I'll call you.

Hello? Hello?

Did you even hear
a word I said?

-He was attacking
her, okay?
-It's true.

-Shut up.
-Shut up.

What the hell's
wrong with you?

-Huh?
-Huh? You gonna
punch the guy?

-Oh, come on.
-You jumped off a roof.

-You almost killed me.
-So what?

Huh? So what?
Everybody dies,
Leo. Everybody.

You understand that?
The key is to live life
while you are alive.

And as far
as I can tell, man,
you're already dead.

Hey. Hey, don't say that.

Don't, don't you...
Take it back.

-I'm not gonna take it back.
-Take it back.

What are you, five?
I'm not gonna take it back.

I did what
you wanted me to do,
now leave me alone.

WALSH: So, Davis Nixon.

Be nice, okay?
He's a good guy.

Just a little,
you know...

Fancy?

Listen, I think it's time
we have the conversation.

The conversation?

The porn stash conversation.

Big porn fan,
are you?

No. Listen, the...

The "what we do if
something happens"
conversation.

FEMALE COP:
How you doing, Detective?

-Hey.
-Hey.

(CLEARS THROAT)

When Kowalski died,
you went straight
to his locker

and you got rid
of all his contraband.

We've been partners a week
and you're thinking
about me dying?

What, is it too early?

Nah, I suppose not.
All right, so
what do you got?

Drugs, guns,
a Nazi plate
under the bed?

No, I have a diary
that I wouldn't want
anyone to read.

-A diary.
-Mmm-hmm.

"Davis was
mean to me today."
That kind of thing?

No.

Sexual...

Stories...

About me and...

Fine. Where is it?

It's in a lockbox
in my closet.

Okay. Great.

No. What about you?

What about me?

What am I hiding?

Well, what do
you think, Casey?

Look, I don't figure you
as the sexual deviant
type or...

I know what it is.

You write poetry.

You're good.

SHRAEGER: Don't forget it.

Hey, uh,
Sarge wants us to keep all
the Boorland files together.

Okay.

So, Allison,
you're adopted, huh?

What? Who
told you that?

Oh, it's in your
personnel file.

You read my
personnel file?

Oh. No, no, no.
I was trying to get
to know you better...

Hey, I think
I need a doctor.

I think... I...

Dad! Dad!

COP: Hey! What's going on?

Get in here!
Get a doctor!

Dad? Dad!
Dad, are you okay?

Come on! Do something!
What're you waiting for?
Come on!

No. Come on.
It's gotta be a trick.

Shut up.

Everybody face the wall!
Now! Face the wall!

Dad, Dad. Are you okay?
Look, somebody
please help him!

Come on, get in here!
Somebody please help him.
Come on.

Let me see your hands!

Dad, are you okay?

Okay, back off.
Come on.

Stay right there.
Don't move.
Stay against the wall.

I need an ambulance!

PARAMEDIC:
Hold steady. Steady.

-Beaumont, hey.
-Yeah?

I want a guard
on this guy
every second.

Yeah, you got it, Sarge.

-Sarge.
-Not now.

No, I need to talk to you.

I gotta talk to you.

What?

I want a new partner.

Leo, I don't have
time for this.

Look, I'm serious.
I can't handle
him anymore.

The guy is reckless.

He almost killed me
again today.

You make a good team.

No, we used to.
I'm telling you
this, Sarge,

you either assign Delahoy
to someone else

or I'm gonna have
to quit. How's that?

What? It's a joke.

It's not nice
to make fun of
people's fears, Eric.

Lighten up, Blondie.

Hey, Cole.
You seen Beaumont?

She's taking Boorland
to the hospital.

You want me to
give her a message?

Yeah, tell her "119"
for me, would you?

That's it?

For now.

(CELL PHONE
RINGING HALLELUJAH)

What do you want, Frank?

Hey, buddy.
Don't hang up.

I need to borrow
your handcuffs.

I met this
Puerto Rican girl.

Not a chance.

(LAUGHS)
Oh, wait up. Wait up.
Truth be told,

I have this guy that
owes me some money,

and I wanna put
a good scare in him.

I'm hanging up, Frank.

Okay, okay.
But you should know
I'm playing chess right now,

but later, who knows?

Okay, don't go anywhere.
I'll be right there.

So Beaumont just called,
and she said Mike Boorland
has end-stage renal failure.

They're giving him dialysis,
but without a transplant,
he'll be dead in three months.

That's it.

What?

Wow. She's spunky.

You have no idea.

-Is my dad okay?
-No.

His kidneys are failing.

But you knew that,
didn't you?

I've been trying
to figure out

what you were doing
in the bank this morning.

Now, I know.

Your father needs
a kidney transplant.

He doesn't have
the insurance.

What does that cost,
two, three hundred
thousand bucks?

James, is that what
you guys were doing
this morning? Huh?

Is that what you're
trying to do?

Trying to steal enough money
to get your dad surgery?

Well, what are
we supposed to do?
We can't just let him die.

I get it with them,
but you're different.

I'm not that different.

Yeah. Yeah, you are.

AP classes, charity work.

I bet no one in your family
even knows what an SAT is.

Listen, crime is
their solution.

It does not
have to be yours.

He's my dad.

(DOOR OPENING)

Knock, knock.
Excuse me.

Uniforms just pinned down
four Boorlands

at a jewelry store
on West Broadway.
We gotta go.

All right,
what do we got?

We got four Boorlands,
six hostages.

HST is handling
two other robberies uptown.

I got a line inside,
but little Nicky's
in a real mood.

-Where's Cole?
-He said he had a lead.

I've been trying to reach him,
but he's not answering
his phone.

Well, now that we
know what they want,

we gonna try to call in there,
get them to come out?

Why don't I promise Nick
that we'll get his dad
the operation,

trick him into
coming out here?

No. They'll never buy it.
This the line in?

Yeah, but I've already got
a rapport with the guy,
so I should probably...

Thanks.

(PHONE RINGING)

NICK: What?
-Nick, this is
Detective Walsh.

I just want to let you know
that I talked to your mom.

She's on the way
to the hospital
to see your dad.

You should know
I don't like cops.
You're all bigots.

How do you mean?

Did you know you
have to be 5'4" to
be a cop in New York?

Well, why don't
I talk to somebody,
see if we can change that?

Would you wanna be
a police officer, Nick?

No. It's the principle.

Little guys are just as tough
as big guys, tougher probably.

All right, look,
let's be straight
with each other, Nick.

You guys had
a really good run
today, but it's over now,

so why don't you
let the hostages go and
we'll sort this thing out?

Not until my dad
gets a new kidney.
Make it two.

What'd he say?

You get my message?

Yeah, triple digits. Nice.

Yeah, you?

212.

Really? With
all this going on?

Mmm. It's all about
the multitasking,
my friend.

Impressive.

Thank you.

-What was that
all about?
-Nothing.

Alvarez, me and
the new girl here are
gonna go to the hospital,

see if we can
talk to the dad.

Nobody gets in
until we get back, okay?

Yeah, okay.
I can't promise.

If homeboy gets jumpy,
things might get tactical.

Eddie, no one gets in.

All right, are
you ready for this?
Because I'm a chess ninja.

I'm a chinja.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, buddy.
How come you don't
call a guy back?

We talked about this, Frank.
You were supposed
to leave town.

Now, why would I leave?
I like it here.

It's Manhattan,
the Big Apple.

Nobody calls it that, Frank.

(LAUGHS)
Oh, look at you,
Mr. New York Local.

Mr. Woody Allen.

What do you want
from me, Frank?

I did what you wanted.
I planted Kowalski's
badge and gun.

What I wanted?
I was helping you, Navan.

Hey! Don't call me that.

Whoa! Whoa!

-(SHOUTING)
Navan Granger!
-Stop it. Stop.

Do you know what
your problem is?

You don't know
who your friends are.

You called me, remember?

"Kowalski knows."
That sound familiar? Huh?

"He knows about my past."

And what did I do?
I made the problem go away

because that's what I do.
I'm a problem solver.

I never told you
to kill a cop, Frank.

I didn't kill a cop.

I paid some
Chinese guy to do it.

-I should arrest you.
-Oh, do it.

Then we can share a cell
together at Leavenworth.

We can call
Detective Walsh
to visit...

Hey, I told you!
He's not a problem.
I took care of him.

-Oh, you took
care of him?
-Yes.

He was Kowalski's
partner, right?

I mean, that's what
you said when you called.

"I'm in trouble.
Walsh knows."

You got a home address
for this guy?

He's not going to
hurt us, Frank.
Just leave it.

I just want to
look at the guy.

Just want to size him up
for myself.

God is watching
you, Frank Lutz.

Don't you ever
forget that.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, he's watching
you, too, Navan.

All right, old man...

DELAHOY: What's up, Sarge?

BROWN: Sit down.

Are you on drugs?

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, no, I don't think so.
Why do you ask?

Well, I'm seeing things.

You don't really look
people in the eye anymore,

and you're a little too eager
to jump in front of a bullet.

(CLEARS THROAT)
What are you, my dad?

The job isn't
just numbers, son.

It's how you do it.
It's why you do it.

It's the people
you do it with.

Leo put you up to this?

Did you ever
have a partner get
killed on you, Eric?

No, sir.

A guy who,
just a minute ago,
you were busting his balls,

and then there's blood.

I mean that really
black arterial blood,
and it's on your pants.

And somewhere,
the guy's wife is putting
Pop-Tarts in a toaster

for a 10-year-old.

And now the clock is ticking,

the countdown to
that doorbell ringing,
the men in the suits.

Your partner is going
through some really
rough days right now.

He's afraid.
That makes him cautious,

and around here,
cautious gets you killed.

So you gotta ask yourself
a question, Eric.

You gonna help him out,

or are you gonna be the guy
ringing that doorbell?

Banks isn't married, sir.

Get out.

Now, this
connecting wall
right here?

You give the word,
I can blow it,

have a dozen guys
in there between
the guns and the hostages

in five seconds.

What do you think
I should do?

I think you should
wait for Walsh.

Sir, if we're gonna do this,
we need to do this soon.

Tell your guys
to get ready.

We are go alpha-niner
in 10 minutes.

That's not
a real code, sir.

Just do it.

TACTICAL LEADER:
All right, guys.
We're moving.

You call Walsh
and you tell him

whatever he's doing,
he better do it fast.

WALSH: It's a real mess, Mike.

You gotta
help us out.

Nick's got a temper.

When he gets
an idea in his head,
you can't stop him.

They're doing this
for you, you know.

And three people are dead,
so it's gotta stop now.

You think I want this?

I'm a young guy.
Kidney failure?
I don't deserve that.

They're good kids.

They understand that
family comes first.

Do you?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Your son, James,
he's a good kid.

He could've
done a lot of things.
Been a doctor, teacher.

Now, he'll probably
spend 20 years in
a federal penitentiary.

I told him not to go,

leave the wet work
to his brothers,
but he's a Boorland.

So you're telling me that
you're okay with James

spending most of
his life in prison?

Prison's part of life.

Not his.
He's not like you.

WALSH:
We don't have time for this.

Hey, Mike, listen to me.
If you get Nick
to surrender right now

and you confess
that you orchestrated
this entire crime spree,

I'll talk to the DA,
make sure James
just gets probation.

He's a minor.
They'll expunge his record
as soon as he turns 21.

He can still go to college.

What about Nick?

Nick? Come on.
Nick's done.

Armed robbery, murder...
He's going away for
the rest of his life.

But you can still
save James.

And you wanna
know what else?

If you confess
to conspiracy to
a bank robbery,

they're gonna send you
to a federal prison

where they'll take care
of your kidney transplant

courtesy of the
federal government.

Die on your feet, Mike.

But you gotta
make that call.

Report.

TACTICAL LEADER:
Strike team in place,
ready to go.

Where have you been?
I've been calling you.

I went to see a CI
on Staten Island.
I had no cell reception.

What's going on?

We got four Boorlands
inside, six hostages.

Alvarez is sending in ESU.

Okay, Tactical,
you are cleared to...

Wait, hold on.
Something's happening.

They're coming out.
No weapons. Hold your fire!

COP 1: Nobody move.

Nobody move.

COP 2: Face down, Shorty.

All right.

I'm gonna call the DA,
start the paperwork
on James' deal.

Hold on. Hold on. I...

I have to
confess something.

Sergeant Brown asked me
to look into you.

He said Kowalski
is a crooked cop,

and IAB thinks
that you are.

You don't have to
tell me anything.

You don't have
to say anything.
I just, you know...

I wanted you to know.

When I was 22,

I was playing
minor league ball

and I threw a few games.

-For money?
-Yeah.

Then I got called up
to the majors and
all that stopped.

The guy I did it for
didn't let it go so easy.

Meaning?

Some guys threatened me
at first,

and then my girlfriend
was, uh...

The cops said it was
a mugging that went bad.

And...

And that's how I went
from playing a game
to being a cop.

Walsh...

So you're right, Casey.
You are right.

We're partners now

and we need to
trust each other.

Just remember that
next time you talk
to Sergeant Brown.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Do you ever feel like you're
the last person on Earth,
just yelling into the void?

Hello? What's it gonna take
to get some moo shu?

Don't. Come on, man.
I gotta get this done.

-I did it all.
-What?

The paperwork. I did it.
Two car bombs.

I thought you weren't
gonna do paperwork anymore.

Here's the thing.

I love you.

Whoa. Whoa...
Hey, what are we
talking about here?

No. I'm serious.
I mean, we've been
partners for eight years.

Right? I mean,
when I met you,

you were still married
to that miserable bitch,
what's her name, right?

Man, she was awful.

Uh-huh.

She was like,
part Terminator
or something.

I mean, were her female parts,
like, made of scissors
or fists or something?

-Move on.
-All right.

Okay, so the deal is...

I love you,
and I don't want
you to get hurt.

And I'm not trying
to jam you up.

And jumping off that roof
today, I realized, you know,
I was being selfish.

But you saved an old lady.

Screw that old lady,
all right? I almost
got you killed, man.

And, I mean, we're
partners, you know?

I'd push an old lady
off a roof for you.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I'd push an old lady
off a roof for you, too.

-You mean that?
-I do.

Yeah.

So whatever, you know,

I'm going through
personally, whatever,

I'm just gonna
keep you out of it.
All right, deal?

-Thank you.
-Okay.

Although, you know, I mean,
if you need something,
if I could help...

No, no, no, no.
Let's just drink.

(LAUGHS)

I love you, man.

Don't be gay.

-You're right.
-Still a cop bar.

(DOG DAYS ARE OVER PLAYING)

331.

608.

You thought about having sex
with me 608 times today.

What happened? Earlier,
you were only at 119.

I like to finish strong.

Yeah? Show me.