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I hardly even recognized you,

with the suit and the beard.

Well, my parole officer
always says

you gotta look the part.

Well, you certainly look dapper.

I'm glad you stopped by, Del.

Uh, there was one more thing
I wanted to ask you about.

Well, I figured, the way you've
been strangling that file.

You know those marijuana
licenses the state's giving out?

Yeah. Big business.
Very competitive.

They're going to guys
who did long bids

for old drug laws;
guys just like me.

Okay, where do I fit in, exactly?

Just a character reference.

I'm smart, good with people.

Maybe mention
my dashing good looks.

Okay, I will be sure to use
exactly those words.

Is that a yes?

It would be my pleasure.

Thank you, Ms. Reagan.

Seriously,
I really appreciate it.
Okay.

Bye, Del.

Reagan, what the hell
was that?

Uh, am I missing something?

Del Thompson is not your case.

No, but he was
about ten years ago.

No, his active case
with A.D.A. Jenkins

for armed robbery.

Well, well, if it isn't
the boy wonder.

Heard you could use some help
from your Uncle Danny.

Not exactly.

Here working part of
a narcotics case.

Oh. Well, I'm here because
half my squad

and my partner are in court.

Supposed to be my day off.

Lucky you.
Yeah, lucky me.

What do you got here,
hit and run?

And then some.
Delivery guy, Miguel Diaz?

Yep.
Shot twice in the torso
after he's hit

by a motor vehicle.

Witnesses?
No witnesses. No footage.

No paint residue left over
from the car on the bike.

Okay, so why is this
a narcotics investigation?

We have reason to believe
that the compañeros

are working with
the Federación cartel

to move fentanyl
into and across the city.

Compañeros?

What the bike delivery guys
call themselves.
Uh-huh.

Hard to believe
the cartels are taking out

pizza delivery guys now.

So what do you think?

I think I'm gonna be
spending the day

with my nephew.

Usually, I'm not one
to fall for TikTok trends.

How are compression
socks trending on TikTok?

Circulation is vital
for regulating

your body's hormones,
you know.

Has anyone ever told you
how weird you are, Janko?

Yeah, all the time.

All units, all units,
we have a 10-30 in progress

at 4 Whitehall Boulevard,
perp possibly armed.

That's right down the street.

2-9 Charlie responding.

Four hundred dollars?

That's all you have, is $400?

In a place like this?
That's all the cash we have.

I swear.
Four hundred dollars?
I need 450.

- I'm not lying.
- Where is it? Go get more.

Gun!

Police! Don't move.

Don't do anything stupid.

Dispatch, we're gonna need
ESU and Hostage Negotiation

at 4 Whitehall.

You don't have to do this.

- What's your name?
- I want to go home.

I want a helicopter.

Sure thing,
we can get you that.

Why don't you let her go first?
She hasn't done anything.

- She didn't have the cash.
- No...

This is supposed to be
an all-cash business.

- I need cuffs!
- Got it.

Send a bus for the owner.
I think she's hurt.

You on the job?

Almost. Still in the academy.

Garrett, you send notice when
you're going to be this late.

That's the deal.

Do you think maybe
his cell phone died?

For the third time
in two weeks?

What, do we need to get him
a car charger?

No, but we need to
get these quotes out

by 9:00 a.m., so can I
please run them by you?

Yes, of course. Sorry.

"Commissioner Reagan
is pleased to announce

the expansion of community..."
You know...

...it's not just the tardiness.

He missed the annual golf event
at Dyker Beach.

He loves that.

And Pat Quinn's retirement, too.

Well, that ain't like him.

No, Sid's never been one
to pass up a free drink.

Yeah. So, sorry.

What do you got?

"Commissioner Reagan
is pleased to announce

the expansion of..."

Sir.

Lieutenant Gormley's
been in a car accident

on his way to work.

Is he okay?

Yes, but he's being transported
for further evaluation.

Well...

...have Jimmy get my detail,

and we'll meet the ambulance
at the hospital.

He's being transported
to North Hudson Medical,

up in Dutchess County.

Well, he sure as hell wasn't
on his way to work.

That's 80 miles north of here.

Eddie.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Nearest superior officer
running cleanup.

You okay?
Yeah.

I'm a little shaken up,
but ultimately fine.

Oh, thank God.

It's all thanks to NYPD's
brightest new recruit,

PPO Jaylen Davis.

You're still in the academy?

Second in my class, Sergeant.

Not that anyone's counting.

Glad to hear the new guard's
just as capable.

Officer Janko,
you have a second?

I am not gonna be able
to bury in my report

that he's still
in the academy.

It's gonna have to go up to
the chief of the department,

his CO.

Which I hope bumps him up
to first in his class.

Eddie, you know,
you know what this means.

No shield, no gun,
he's still in academy.

He's prohibited from responding
to life-threatening situations.

Yeah, but they can't actually
fire him

for something like that.

He's on probation.
They can fire him for anything.

But that's so unfair.

If he was just
some random citizen,

they'd give him the key
to the city.

And they're gonna say that
his actions were dumb luck,

and that nine times out of ten
it could've got somebody hurt,

and they might not be wrong.

Well, then, you've got
to get me more time.

I got to get creative
with my statement,

gather testimony...

That's not how this goes.

I need your statement now.

Do you know how absurd this is?

Unless you start telling me that
you got ringing in your ears...

What?

Exactly.

All right, Officer Janko,

I suggest that
you get checked out.

The gunshots might have
caused damage to your hearing.

Which also means...

That I cannot request
a statement from you

until you've been
medically evaluated.

Age 19,

Del Thompson gets strung up on
an intent to distribute charge,

and you're the prosecutor.

Landed him nearly
a decade behind bars

for something that these days
would earn him

a slap on the wrist.

Because of prior offenses.
He knew the deal,

so did you.

And then the deal changed.

Marijuana laws caught up
to the times.

All I did was help him
get his record expunged.

Keep in touch, look after
his rehabilitation.

Oh, come on, Erin.

Social Services is
right across the street.

There was no need for you
to take on this charity case.

He was a teenage fall guy
for a gang

that was terrorizing
the neighborhood.

I mean, context matters.

Something we
can agree on.

Del's active case file.

Active?

He was wielding a hammer
during a robbery?

Pretty brutal stuff, huh?

This doesn't add up.

He, he has
no history of violence.

We suspect he was robbing
known gang members

because he knew they wouldn't
cooperate with an investigation.

And now you want to leverage
my relationship against him

because your case has stalled.

In an unofficial
capacity.

String him along
with this license,

see if we're missing something.

In other words,
Del has no idea

he's under the microscope.

And he won't
until I give my word.

Understood?

Loud and clear.

Good.

That's all for now, Erin.

You can leave the door open.

None of my intel says
this corner's hot.

Well, this is where Miguel was
seen taking his last delivery,

so it's where we start.

Detectives Hill and Reagan.

You got a minute?

No?

Nobody?

Nothing?

What about you?

No one knows nothing
about Miguel, okay?

Who said anything about Miguel?

Guys in suits don't just
show up for speeding tickets.

Any information
will help.

"Compañero" means "partner,"
doesn't it?

Look at you.

Gringo learned a word.

So if one of my partners
got killed...

You wouldn't go
accusing his friends.

"Accusing"?
I think you got this mixed up.

Compañeros get run down,

held up, killed
for their bike every week.

And what do you
people say?

"Was he wearing a helmet,
obeying the traffic laws?"

Nah, I got this
just right.

Okay, all right, look.

We understand
losing a friend isn't easy.

But we all want
the same thing here.

We'll take any
information you got.

No questions asked.

Let's go.

You know I do this
for a living, too, right?

Oh, yeah?

How long you
been doing it?

Long enough to know
when pressure's warranted.

But not long
enough to realize

that none of those
guys was gonna talk

in front of
his friends.

Read the top text.

"I think I can help you
find who killed Miguel."

Amazing what you can learn

by simply handing out
a business card.

So what exactly
are we looking for here?

Any proof of his
"violent criminal behavior."

Hard to believe this sad sack
is some hammer-wielding lunatic.

That's exactly my point,
but...

of course
when Crawford says jump...

Yeah, you politely
tell her to screw off.

And yet here I am,
stuck on a stake-out

when I've got
four witness interviews

on the docket
in the morning.

Must've taken
this guy ten hours

to collect
all those cans.

Well, no wonder he wants
to get a dispensary license.

You know how much
those places rake in?

Could tell you exactly.
Right.

You helped one of your friends
get one of those.

Need I remind you
he ended up dead?

So what's your read,
so far?

Do I help this guy out
if he comes out clean?

I mean, sure, the
paperwork's a bitch, but...

if Del did a ten-year bid
on trumped-up charges?

Kind of a no-brainer.

You got to do
your part.
Anthony, look.

Yeah?

You see that?

That's a hammer.

Okay.

I've been living up here
the last couple of months.

But it's not that cut and dry.

Actually, it is.

You're familiar
with the administrative guide.

Members of the service

must reside within
a certain radius of the city.

Noncompliance could
get me terminated.

So you knew the rules
and you ignored them.

Boss, I didn't ignore them.

And is lying an issue?

To me, to Abigail, to Garrett?

I thought I could
wait out the bill

making its way through Albany.

The one that ends residency
requirements statewide.

Well, I will remind you
that I never supported it.

I'm aware, but it's gonna pass.

The writing's on the wall.

Yeah, very much
written in pencil.

Well, the truth is, I, uh...

I didn't want to play this card.

I didn't want to put you
through this, but...

the fact of the matter is,

my mom has congestive
heart failure.

The kind where they
tell you it's best if...

you just rest at home
comfortably.

I'm so sorry, Sid.

It's okay.

She's been in good spirits
every step.

God knows how.

So, you moved up here

so Madge didn't have to go
into a nursing home.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Figure a couple
of nights a week,

you know,
that's the least I can do.

She spent every second with me
my first five years.

Knowing you,

it was more like
the first 25 years.

Yeah.

You know, not too long ago,
I thought...

...I would never want
to give up this job.

But the last couple of months
made me realize that's...

That's not clearly true.

So...

...whatever you got to do, boss,
I understand.

I know it's not personal.

My love to Madge.

Yeah. Rest up, Sid.

Miguel's daughter
just turned five.

I was at her party
less than a month ago.

So you and Miguel were close?

He was the closest thing
to a brother I had out there.

He took care of me,
he let me use his delivery app.

But...?

But he was always
sticking his nose

in somebody's business,
running his mouth.

About the compañeros'
side business?

Moving product
for the Federación cartel.

Or that's what
Miguel thought, anyway.

Is it possible for you to give
us any of these guys' names?

No.

I stayed to myself,
stayed out of trouble.

Well, maybe you could
point them out?

Oh, no, I don't want
to get mixed up like that.

And we don't want you
to do anything

you're not
comfortable doing.

Right, but...

you came to us
for a reason.

Yes, to give information,

not to get involved.

All we would need to do is put
you in a car with dark tints,

far enough away that no one
would ever know you're there.

And all you have to do

is point out the guys who
you think might be involved.

And that's it? Nothing more?

It's the best chance
we have to make sure

they never hurt an innocent
person like Miguel again.

Hey, excuse me.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Oh, Officer Janko, I was one
of the responding officers.

Um, I'm just looking
for Mallory Ford.

My wife. She's resting at home.

Maybe you can pass on
a message for me?

I-I wanted to talk to her
about one of the other...

first responders,
Jaylen Davis.

The kid?
I can't thank him enough.

I was hoping that your wife

would write a statement
on his behalf,

praising his actions.

I'm sorry, I just...

I-I don't think that's
a very good idea right now.

Oh, so you can thank him enough.

My wife's at home
because she tore her ACL

when Jaylen tackled the shooter,
and our lawyer...

I just don't think
it's a good idea.

Your lawyer what?

Are you suing Jaylen?

The department.

Since he's still in the academy,

he's liable for her injuries.

He saved her life.

Yeah, look, it's just the two
of us running this place.

With Mallory laid up in bed,
I don't see any other way.

We were barely
getting by as it is.

If you go through with this,

it won't just get Jaylen fired,

it will follow him for life.

I'm sorry.
It's this kid's career

against my family's wellbeing.

What would you do?

Honest, the hammer
is just for cans.

Any kinks and the machine
won't take 'em.

Yeah. And I'm Brad Pitt.

Does your parole officer know
what you do to make ends meet?

It's just a side hustle.

No, not this gig,

the one where you stick up
gang members for pocket change.

- What?
- Yeah, pretty slick operation,

knowing none of 'em
are gonna squeal on you.

Wait, w-who told you that?

I do my homework, Del.

That's not the whole picture.

Then paint it for us.

A few weeks back,
I see some of my old friends,

still out on the block,

but now they're running
with these new guys, too.

Only I notice these new guys
aren't guys at all.

I'm talking 15, 16 max.

Can't even drive yet

and they got 'em
out there pushing dope.

And this reminds you
of what happened to you.

So you get angry?

Yeah, but I didn't
steal nothing, I swear.

All I was did was tell 'em
to back off those kids.

But if you flash a hammer,
then we need

to take you in
on menacing charges.

Well, then,
I didn't flash a hammer.

You teach him
that, Reagan?

Why didn't you
come to me, Del?

I can make up for it.
I'll wear a wire.

I'll use my phone
to record 'em moving drugs.

No, there's no shot.

There's protocols, approvals,
there's redundancies--

Well, I can do redundancies.

There's no more
second chances, okay?

That's not the way this works.

Tell me what to do,
and I will fix this.

You can't fix this.

Now it's my problem
to sort out.

Do me a favor.
Until then?

Don't do anything stupid.

And a poll on page 17 shows

59% of police officers
in New York State are in favor

of eliminating residency
restrictions altogether.

Noted.

And dismissed.

Garrett, I can't just
rubber-stamp a provision

that affects
every one of my cops.

And do you know how many
of those cops would kill

to commute from a cheaper town?

You put your weight
behind Senator Lee's bill

and it's as good as law.

Yes, and then the gap
between the cops

and the people grows even wider.

You're not a congressman
and this isn't a pork barrel.

Which is why, for once,
I am staying out of it.

Well, in this case,
silence is deafening.

Well, you have
the floor, Mrs. Reagan.

Have at it.

How does it look for some of
your cops to be scraping by

while you're living in a big,
old house out in Bay Ridge?

Oh, come on,
that's a load of crap.

Not for a cop
on a rookie's salary.

Look, I've gone to bat
a hundred times

to up their pay.

And all I'm saying is,

there's an easy fix
for the optics.

Well, optics do not put
bad guys behind bars.

And a quicker commute does?

Oh, come on, Garrett.

My cops are on the clock
even when they're off the clock,

protecting New York 24/7.

That all goes out the window

if you loosen
residency requirements.

And that takes precedence over
something like a dying mother?

Garrett, please?

One exception
does not prove the rule.

Unless Sid's not the only one.

That can't be my issue here.

Come on, pick up.

Hey.

Pilar won't answer.

We're supposed
to meet her in an hour.

Yeah, well, you pushed
her too hard,

so now we're
taking a raincheck.

No. No, no way.
Absolutely not.

You said yourself
these guys are smart,

these guys are organized.
We can't let them know

the heat is on
until we're ready.

And what if they already do?
Then they switch up tactics,

they'll leave us
dead in the water.

No, they leave you
dead in the water.

This isn't just
a narcotics case,

this is somebody's life
we're talking about.

Yeah, and hundreds more
are at risk

if another fentanyl shipment
hits the streets.

So, what about Pilar?

Her life is worth less?

She volunteered to help us.

Yeah, and if we lose her
because she clams up,

then both our cases
are back to square one.

Fine.

You go to her apartment,
see where her head's at.

All right. You'll get ready
with the camera.

I'll call you with news.

All right.

There he is.

How is my favorite cop
in the entire city?

Suspicious.

What is it, Janko?

The Ford shootout.

I still haven't
given my statement

for our UOR yet.

I promise I will
do it first thing.

It's not necessary.

Sergeant Reagan already logged
your statement from the scene.

It's taken care of.

Really?

Reagan, I'm gonna give you
a hypothetical.

Okay...

How many lawyers work under you?

Uh, don't you know?

So let's say one of them is
openly hostile,

constantly going
behind your back.

But you can't do
a damn thing about it

because they're
so good at their job.

I get it.

I raised a teenaged daughter.

See, there it is.

That Erin Reagan charm.

Anyone else would have been
out on their ass years ago.

I know I shouldn't have
approached Del.

I told you explicitly.
I know.

But you got to understand,

I've been looking
after this guy for years.

I just had to see it for myself.

And you blew up
Jenkins' case in the process.

For your own end. Again.

So, what would you
have me do, Erin,

if you were in my shoes?

I don't know,
saddle me with paperwork

and separate me
from my longtime investigator,

just to prove a point.
The problem is,

I can't afford
to prove a point right now.

Not the way things are
backed up around here.

So the best
thing I can do

is take you off Del's case

and hope that maybe, this time,
the message finally sticks.

The Chief of Patrol was

hounding me for my UOR.

Oh, next you're gonna say you
were doing this to protect me.

Both of us.

By going behind my back?

Andrew Ford called me

about your little visit,
you know.

And if anybody
upstairs found out

that you were
harassing him and Mallory--

Oh, harassing?
You've got to be kidding me.

His words.
Which you're taking
as scripture.

Why are you so hell-bent

on helping some kid who broke

about a thousand
protocols?

Well, for starters, you grew up
in the place that kid did?

You're lucky if you make it
past tenth grade,

let alone to the top
of an academy class.

The academy is not
the real world.

That's the whole point here.

He's smart, he's ambitious,

he's well-liked
across the board.

Not to mention,

he maybe saved a life,
probably mine.

And I'm grateful.

You sure seem like it.

But the fact of
the matter is,

there's not much more
we can do about it now.

The lawsuit's moving forward.

Yeah, you already turned in
your report.

So my recommendation,
the best you can do

is to deliver the news
to Jaylen yourself.

Yeah.

Anything yet?
Half these guys

already took off on deliveries.

I'm at her place right now.

I'll call you back
in two minutes.

Pilar?

It's Detective Reagan.

Hey.

Joe, we got a problem.

So Tyler's dating Reed,

who's mad at
Drew's girlfriend

Olivia because
her friend Allison

always comes over

and then leaves the place
a total mess.

Wait a minute, who's Drew again?

My roommate.

I thought your roommate
was Marcus.

Yeah, they're both my roommate.
There are six of us.

You live with
six guys?
Ah...

Yeah.
And there's
only one bathroom,

so you can imagine.

That's literally
my worst nightmare.

Yeah, well, it's very
expensive for college students

to live in Manhattan
these days.

Yeah, which brings
to mind something

I've been thinking
a lot about lately.

What's that, Dad?

How many of you are familiar

with State Senator
Damon Lee's new bill?

Mm.
He's the
guy that's trying

to eliminate
residency requirements

for the NYPD, right?

Yeah, that's the one.

Statewide.
Firefighters, too.

His op-ed
in the Times

had some really
interesting points.

On paper, absolutely.

But you have some reservations?

Just polling the crowd, Pop.

Well, I for one think
it's a good idea for a cop

to live in the same
city they serve.

Easy
for you to say

with the sweetheart deal
you got on your apartment.

Oh.
Last time
I checked,

Mr. High Horse,
you're a proud homeowner.

Yes, with a mortgage
I'll be paying off

till I'm 106 years old.

Yeah, so what's
a rookie cop to do

with the sky-high cost of living
in New York City?

Same as always, right?
Get creative.

Yeah.

Hey, what
about that guy

that was
in your academy class?

The eccentric one.

- Buddy Price.
- Yes.

Yeah, he lived
in an illegal houseboat

in Greenpoint
so he could save money

to date women
five nights a week.

And what's he doing now?

Doing ten years
for tax fraud.

There you go.

I know plenty of girls
that lived

just like Sean their first year,

packed in
like sardines.

Those poor
shower drains.
Like a bird's nest.

Ew.
Still,
there's a valid case

to be made for living
in the city that you work in.

You bet.

A better understanding
of the city's pulse.

Not
to mention,

a more personal stake
in its progress.

Well, that's all very true.

But where do you stand
on this, Francis?

Well, why don't we ask

the only uniformed officer
who hasn't chimed in yet?

Oh, don't look at me.

That's above my pay grade.

Okay.

Oy...

You'll lend a hand?
I will.

Right after a drink.

You still worked up
about working with Joe?

I'm not worked up about it.

He's a smart kid,
great detective.

He's just a little too focused
on making the collar

instead of the people involved.

In my work,

that's called
"results-oriented."

Which is HR-speak

for being a pain in
the ass to work with.

So what
would you call, um,

"openly hostile"?

How would that translate?

That would be
a huge pain in the ass.

Did Crawford
lay into you again?

Yeah.

For trying to look after more
than just the end result.

Mm. So damned if you do,

- damned if you don't.
- Yep.

What's the issue?
Something
like Danny's.

Guy who just can't seem
to get out of his own way.

My two cents?

There's only

so much you can do for somebody

before you have to let them
figure it out for themselves.

You can lead
a horse to water...

But you can't
make him drink.

Exactly.

And as hard
as that might be to accept,

it even applies
to the two of you.

- Detective.
- Del.

Got a minute to talk?

Well, Reagan's stuck
in a meeting,

but, uh, you can take a seat

if you want.

I'm, uh, actually here
to talk to you.

It's about those guys
on my block.

I'm sorry, pal.

I got no more skin
in the game,

you know, the D.A.
took us off your case.

Look, I can't shake it.

I got to do something

before those kids throw away
their lives like I did.

See?

I could tell back there
at the diner.

You understand
where I'm coming from.

I know those guys.

I can record 'em.

Get 'em to talk
if you let me try.

What happens
if things go south?

You already lectured me
on all that redundancy stuff.

I got a plan.
And what about backup?

An escape route?

Where's the nearest hospital
if someone pulls a knife?

But can't you help me
with all of that?

And go behind
both my boss's backs?

No way.

Or at least get them to see
where I'm coming from.

Look, Del.

You lost your chance

when you pulled a weapon
on those guys.

I'm sorry.

My number's on the card.
If you think of anything,

please do not hesitate
to call, day or night.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Hey.
I got nothing,

but I was gonna call you
'cause I got an idea.

Me, too.

The delivery app.

Great minds.

Pilar and Miguel shared a login.

And the GPS tracking shows

someone on the move
who is clearly not our vic.

Then that means we
should get on the move.
Let's go.

They're here.

Okay.

Hey. Come on. Have a seat.

So I heard you had quite
a dustup out on patrol.

EDP gets his hands on a gun,

never a good day, sir.

- Yeah. Amen to that.
- But...

that's not really why
you called us here, is it?

You know,
you're the second person

to tip my pitch this week.

I think I'm slipping.

But don't worry,

no curveballs.
Just your opinion.

On PPO Jaylen Davis?

No. On...

what it's really like
to try to get by out there

on a beat cop's salary.

If I may?

Hey. Have at it.

It's a real bitch, sir.

Oh, my God.

Let's say I get home

from working a tour
that you can generously call

a nightmare,
and all I want to do is

watch the Giants game
with a couple of buddies.

- Well, easy enough.
- But...

the bar downstairs is
a "lounge" now

with $16 craft beers
and the best seat

in my tiny studio apartment
is the floor or the bed.

Yeah.

Not exactly the best place
to let off steam with the guys.

No, sir.

Officer Janko?

Am I talking to
the commissioner

or am I talking
to my father-in-law?

The former.

It's kind of the same.

Uh, candidly, I've been
praying for something

like Senator Lee's bill
for a long time now.

Why?

Million and one reasons.

Just the same
as him, you know?

More space
and cheaper everything.

I think it's time for me
to tip your pitch.

The truth?

Only reason we're here.

Look, Jamie has
14 years on the job,

I've got ten.

We're still basically living
paycheck to paycheck.

We have
no real savings.

There's not really
a way to plan a future.

I understand.

Been there, done that.

Walk with me.

What's up?

That mope, Del?

He's said he's
going through with

this sting on his own.

What?

Yeah, he said he's gonna
record the guys himself.

And end up dead?

I tried talking
sense into him.

Maybe he'll
listen to me.

My thoughts exactly.
Come on.

Hey.
Hello.

You know that old
saying about marriage,

"You should never
go to bed angry?"

Easier said
than done.

Well, for two cops
on the job,

it should be,
"Never bring

an angry
tour home."

So,
where's that leave us,

out here in front
of the precinct?

Somewhere out in
no man's land.

I shouldn't have
come down on you.

Eddie, I should have
tried harder to understand

why you were sticking
your neck out for Jaylen.

No, I get it.

I put you in
an impossible situation.

No, still, I decided
to submit my report

without talking to
you about it again.

I should live with
those consequences.

Ah, so that's why

you don't want
to bring it home,

the "consequences."

Hey, come on,

I'll drive you
to talk to Jaylen.

No one should have
to do that alone.

Love you.

Thank you.

Here.

What's this?

I'll explain on the way.
Come on.

What happened?

Single male vic,

severely beaten
and robbed,

apparently for
his cell phone.

Del, you're
gonna be okay.

Okay? You
hear me?

You said redundancies, right?

What? what are you
talking about?

I bought two phones,

just in case.

Two phones...

Okay, we got to go.

Let's go.

I'm calling
for backup.

No time.

This could be
the stash house.

Forget the drugs.
They got Pilar.

Help! Help!

Check upstairs.

You okay?
Yeah.

I'll get you out of here.

Police! Don't move!

You all right?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.
All right.

Thanks.

I owed you one.

What you did was
incredibly stupid...

but also incredibly brave.

It's not every day
I hear that second part.

Major Crimes
has all

the information
you recorded.

And it should help keep
a few of those punks

off the street for good.

Hope I'm not
interrupting.

District Attorney
Kimberly Crawford.

Oh, a pleasure to meet you, um,

Your Honor.

I wanted to shake
the hand of the hero

A.D.A. Reagan has
told me so much about.

I wish I could,

but my good hand's
kind of busted.

My utmost gratitude.

Oh, and this.

My friend, the
state comptroller,

promised me you'll be
at the top of the list for

the next round
of dispensary licenses.

Uh, are you serious?

I... I don't know
how to thank you.

No thanks necessary.

Neither do I.

I didn't tell you?
You already have.

Erin here has graciously
offered to do

all the paperwork,
since you're immobilized,

on her own time.

Yes, I have.

Rest up, Del.

Erin, Anthony,
I'll be seeing you.

Gotta admit,

that was pretty
impressive back there.

Yeah, except you lost
your narcotics collar.

Guy got away
with the evidence.

Pilar's alive.

That's what
really matters.

Am I sensing some
personal growth here?

I learned it from
a halfway decent mentor.

Yeah, save the brownnosing
for Fennessy's.

All right, as long as
the first round's on you.

It is, but you're buying
a bucket after that.

All right.

Uh, hello?

Hi, I'm... I'm Jaylen's friend.

Uh, my name's
Eddie Janko.
Jay,

someone at
the door.

You can come in.

Thanks.

Officer Janko.

Hi, Jaylen.

I wanted to talk to
you about something

if you have a sec.
Yeah, yeah, of course.

Sorry about the mess.

My mom,
she takes off sometimes,

and it's not always
easy to keep up.

No worries.

You're not here with
good news, are you?

I'm sorry,

the deputy commissioner
of training is going to

notify you of your termination
in the next couple days.

All good.

It's all good.

I'll bounce back.

I'm just happy I could
do some good on the way out.

I'm sure you will. Here.

What's this?

It's Mallory Ford's
worker's comp filing

from three
months ago.

Turns out, she tore her
ACL moving some boxes.

Not at the shoot-out?

Her whole lawsuit is
completely invalid.

And your records
are gonna be sealed

for many future employers.

So what are you telling me?

That the Nassau County
Police exam is open

for the next two weeks.

You get
a good post,

you'll be like
20 minutes from here.

I could still be a cop.

They would be lucky to have you.

Thank you.

Ma, I'm home.

Quiet.

Your mom's asleep.

Uh, the day nurse let me in

and I sent her home.

You came here
to deliver bad news?

Sid, I made sure IAB involved me

every step of the way,

but I got to say,

you did not make this
simple for anyone.

Oh, you know...

...I rarely do.

There was
forethought.

Intention. You left your
official vehicle

in a garage near the office,

and used your personal car

with a different E-ZPass

to leave the city each night.

I even dropped
my dry cleaning off

at the local neighborhood spot

because the owner
is a former cop.

I don't know.

If we're gonna be honest here.

That is exactly the kind of
willful negligence

that's grounds for termination.

Normally.

Normally?

Yeah, uh, and don't worry,

none of the guys
are gonna be able to say

I gave you special treatment.

Oh, so the bill passed.

No.

Legislation's not that simple.

All right.
Boss, I'm at a loss here.

Do you know

how many of our 35,000 cops

put their lives on hold

in service
to someone else's every day?

No, I don't think I know that.

Yeah, well, neither do I.

Which is why the commissioner's
unofficial policy

will be more leniency
on residency requirements.

And I want you to circulate that

out to our chiefs
tomorrow morning.

Me?

First thing. On time.

You got it, boss.

But for now...

why don't you
take a load off for while?

I'll cover the first shift.

Yeah.

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