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Judge Barbara Carson, 56 years old,

Supreme Court judge.

She came outside to read the paper,

like she does every day, at approximately 0600.

Husband? He came outside to see her

at 0630; found her dead,

one apparent gunshot wound.

- Did he hear anything? - No.

Anyone hear anything? No reports

of gunfire from any of the neighbors, either.

Killer probably used a silencer.

Husband see anything?

Not that he told us. He's inside with EMS now.

Tape off the entire yard,

let us know when MLI gets here.

Copy that.

You know, I googled her. Yeah?

Her nickname? Judge Barbara "The Incarsonator,"

because of her high rate of convictions.

I guess someone didn't want to get incarsonated.

Said if she didn't find

the defendant in her case not guilty,

there was going to be a lot of killings,

starting with her.

And who was this defendant?

Do you know? A member of the Ace Double Treys,

accused of a triple homicide in Harlem last year.

Did she report it to anyone?

She passed it off,

and said, "Who'd kill a judge?" You know?

You've just had great sex with a person you're really into.

You call her. When, in 1958?

No. Now! Say you were

at a restaurant with her, and she comes back to the table.

You have some manners. You pull her chair out for her.

Okay. And did you stand up, or did you stay seated

and just kind of kick her chair out?

I stood. Exactly.

Like you call.

You don't text.

2-9 David, you have a 10-30,

possible carjacking, intersection

Avenue D and East Second street.

2-9 David. Show us responding.

Badillo, cuffs!

Badillo?! C...

2-9 David.

Central 10-13!

We've got officer down at this location.

Sorry. Hey, hey.

Central, my partner has been shot!

Keep your eyes open. Stay with me, okay?

Stay with me.

You're gonna give that girl

a call, right? Right?

You stay with me. You're gonna

give that girl a call.

Brooklyn Heights was also an important way station

on the Underground Railroad.

From nearby Plymouth Church,

the Reverend Henry Ward Beecher housed those refugees

in nearby homes, including this one.

It is my honor and privilege today

to designate 519 Stanton Street

as a New York City historical landmark.

Gun!

Cover the mayor! Cover the mayor! Move! Move!

Get him out of here! Get him out of here!

The gangs of New York

are now one family,

with one demand.

Amnesty for our hostages in prison

and release for one awaiting trial.

The more time you waste,

the more of your people we waste.

The mayor's been shot! They shot the mayor.

Let's go! Give us some room.

Coming through. Coming through.

I've got the police commissioner.

Sorry, Commissioner.

You can't come in right now.

He's my police commissioner. Let him in.

60 seconds. Go!

Get me up to speed.

Four cops shot, one fatality, three wounded, not likely.

An NYPD precinct was firebombed,

and a kind of manifesto was sent to the D.A. demanding

a bunch of gangbangers get released.

And the mayor was shot.

And that, too.

Give us the room.

The chain of succession puts the Public Advocate in charge

if the mayor is incapacitated.

Yes, I know that, Mr. Mayor.

Just listen.

Ignore him.

Punt his calls.

Get your people to run interference.

I don't think I can do that, Mr. Mayor.

You can.

Done it to me a million times.

I'm handing you the keys.

You're driving.

Get us out of this.

Clear the room, now.

He's all ours now. We're going to need a central line.

Five-ten, black or navy hoodie,

O.G. Air Jordan knockoffs or look like 'em.

Look like 'em how? High tops,

red, black, grey. Again, where is Badillo?

He's not here.

Not here, in this hospital?

Yeah, right.

Or not here anymore?

McNICHOLS: Sorry, Eddie.

What didn't I do?

There's nothing you could've done.

I need the forensics report.

Of the bullets in him.

Eddie... I need to know

if any of 'em was mine.

None of 'em were yours.

You got the forensics report already? Eddie.

I want to see him. I need to see.

Eddie, listen to me. Excuse me, Sarge?

Hey, privacy, please?

Thought you'd want to know. Uh,

the shooter's on this floor.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Who? Him? Him?!

Eddie. Hey, Eddie.

Where is he?

Where? Where is he?! Where is he?!

Doc. Okay. Doc. I want to see him.

I have every right to see him! Come on, Eddie...

I have every right to see him! No!

How's she doing?

About how you'd think.

I'm so sorry, man.

Thank you.

So, a CI traded me some intel on one of the shooters.

The one that killed Badillo?

Then shot my wife?

I don't know.

There've been three other radio cars fired upon, and counting.

Don't know. I know he gave me the name

of a guy who can finger one of 'em.

Go get 'em.

And good luck.

I also don't know it wasn't actually their shooter, either.

My place is here with her.

You her doctor?

Shut up, man. No?

Or are you the cop who collars one of these guys?

It's all hands on deck out there, Jamie.

And we got way more deck than hands.

Now, I already got a name-- Emilio Mars--

so let's go get an address.

How's Eddie?

She's okay. Jamie's with her.

Going after cops, Danny.

I know.

I can't lose another brother.

You won't.

Hey.

Hi. It looks like the Ace Double Treys

and, uh, Mano Sangriento have joined forces.

And what about the list they sent?

They're all gang members currently in the system,

imprisoned or awaiting trial.

And Judge Carson?

She's handled a number of gang-related murder trials,

including the one that she was hearing...

Guys, you got to see this.

It's from Judge Carson's cell phone.

Whomever sees this, please,

I'm begging you, please, please do as they wish.

They're going to kill people,

cops and jurors will be murdered if you don't.

Please don't kill me.

Greg, I love you and the kids.

Back up a few frames.

Right there.

See if you can push in on her sunglasses.

That's Carlos Ramirez.

You think he's the one

that brokered the deal to join forces?

I don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me.

Well, I'm surprised, given the outstanding warrant

that he has, that he'd come back to New York.

Maybe he wants his daughter back.

Well, if that's why he came back,

we better get to her first.

So, what did the mayor say?

Okay, I will tell you what he said,

but not to leave this room, ever.

Copy that.

But I'm gonna remind you, I'm not a cop.

One is not... Will you shut up and just listen?

The mayor reminded me

that the Public Advocate is in charge in his absence.

Which was his duty and the right thing to do.

Yes, but then he said,

"Ignore all calls and push off any requests for a meeting."

I think this is where you decide whether you stay or go.

I'm all ears.

Good.

So, then he said,

"Here's the keys to the city.

You drive."

And what did you take that to mean?

Well, I was hoping you could tell me, both of you.

Well, I'd take it to mean, do your job as you always do.

But with a pass from second-guessing, for once.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I'm glad I asked.

We had shots fired at a radio car on Bainbridge Avenue

in the confines of the 5-3 Precinct. Oh, gee.

One officer was hit, minor injuries at this time.

Perp is in the wind.

And Chief of Patrol

finally arrived, so the gang's all here,

waiting in your conference room. Yeah. I know.

What did I miss?

The mayor gave Frank the keys to the city,

and said, "You..." Said, "You drive."

Which means

he does his job.

But with a personal touch.

The shooter was most likely chosen,

so he's a fearless bastard,

probably grew up in the life.

But that also means he might have a brother

or an uncle in the prison system

that we could lean on

to find out where this guy might go.

So, find out.

And I want to be there when we bring this guy in.

They ID'd the mayor's shooter

as Alejandro Batista.

He's a Mano Sangriento soldier.

His father Lorenzo is doing a long stint

in a state prison.

So check the Inmate Lookup.

It's been redacted from the database.

He must have some real value as an informant.

So, uh...

so good for him?

So I need you to find out who his attorney is.

He would be privy to his whereabouts

for client access.

Seriously?

Yeah, for appeals, for--

No, no, I-I know why.

With that kind of consigliere,

I would be sticking my neck out.

You'd be doing a favor for my father.

Because of all the ones that he has done for me.

His son shot the mayor, and my father wants to find him.

It's the right thing to do, Jack.

For you.

If that helps.

What's going on?

Were you looking for me? We're looking

for Amelia. She didn't show up to school today.

Oh, my God.

Your son take her?

- I don't know. - Where would your son

take her if he did? I don't know!

You realize Amelia's in tremendous danger right now.

My son would never hurt his daughter!

I thought you didn't know if he took her or not.

Your son killed

a judge this morning. The mayor's

been shot, cops are being killed.

Amelia is in danger just by being with him.

And why?

Because of you.

This is your fault!

If you had left him alone,

none of this would have happened.

And Amelia would be safe with me.

But also, we have breaking news here tonight.

A hero cop...

Hello?

It's me. Amelia.

Hi.

Is everything okay?

I need help.

Where are you?

I don't know. But I'm scared.

If you tell me where you are, I can come get you.

I'm with my dad,

but I don't know where.

Can you describe

- exactly where you are to me? - Mija.

- Got to go. - No.

Amelia, wait.

Sleep tight, muñeca.

I thought about calling Amelia back,

but I didn't want to put her in any more danger.

How did she know how to get in touch with you?

She's got this little pink bunny,

and she carries it with her everywhere.

And so I sewed my card into it,

just in case she ever needed me.

Could you hear anything in the background?

Not really. I mean, I heard a man's voice,

and I'm assuming that that was Ramirez.

She sounded so scared.

We're gonna find her.

Maybe we can ping the phone.

I want to help.

The best thing you can do to help right now

is to get better.

No, it's a graze. It's nothing.

I'm not talking about the physical part.

Right. That.

You got to take care of yourself, Eddie.

Okay.

Well, can you do something for me then?

Anything.

How 'bout you don't baby me and you don't sideline me

and you don't give me a line about how this is too personal

or too close to home or too hard or too anything.

I want to help.

I need to help.

Why on earth would I ever baby

one of the toughest cops I've ever known?

We get a lead,

I'll call you right away.

'Kay.

And...

if it all gets to be too much--

I'll let you know.

Okay.

Flowers for you. What?

Not a peep. There's no one else here!

What kind of delivery guys are you?! I said quiet.

Don't move.

Clear.

Go into the room.

You're cops?

Yes, ma'am.

We need to know,

where is Emilio?

That makes three of us that want to know.

You are clearly in a delicate condition.

We don't want to bother-- "Delicate"? Seriously?

Try "furious"!

Hey, hey, hey. I was due yesterday,

and Emilio ain't nowhere to be found.

And now even the cops can't find him?

Take a seat.

We're sorry to bother you,

but you know anywhere we might find him?

If I did, I'd be there kicking his skinny ass

to Sunday.

Thank you for your time.

And good luck with the baby.

So we got nothing.

I got her phone bill.

He has to be calling her.

I can put in for a subpoena for her call records.

We can track him from there.

That may take time that we don't have.

I know a guy.

We're doing this by the book. Starting when?

There was nothing by the book about what we just did in there.

All right, you start on your guy.

I'll get started on the subpoena. Yeah.

Phone pinged around here. Spread out.

I see it. Cover.

Go.

Got it.

Gun!

Hands up!

I give up! Get 'em up!

Both hands in the air! Now! I give up!

Gun.

Where's the girl?

Oh, my God, you shot me.

I'm shot. Where's Amelia?!

Who? The little girl!

Where is Ramirez and his daughter?

Please, man, you got to help me.

Hello?

Is it done?

No.

I'm still here.

Not for long.

Why don't you come down to the squad?

We'll talk about it.

You think I'm stupid, Reagan?

No. I think you love your daughter.

You tried to break up my family.

You did that all by yourself.

You're putting your daughter in danger right now.

You put her in danger.

Just like you did with your wife.

You know how this ends. With me,

taking my daughter back home where she belongs.

Your daughter belongs with her grandmother.

You pretend to be a family man,

but you would do anything for a win.

Not this time.

Well, the PC is on his way to speak with the father.

Of the mayor's shooter?

Well, alleged shooter.

Okay. Well, uh, you're welcome.

And you think there's any chance that

this'll make your father forget his grudge against me?

He doesn't have a grudge against you.

Quite the opposite.

He was heartbroken when we split up.

Yeah. Yeah, anyone could clearly see that.

Like most people, he just...

...got cold to hide his hurt.

You know, when push comes to shove,

we really do work well together.

Yeah, we do a-a-a few things well together.

No shoving required.

Maybe we should do something about that.

Well, we, uh, tried marriage.

Do you remember? Yeah.

And despite our best efforts, we're still right here.

One foot in, one foot out.

Maybe, uh...

we try both feet.

Get married again? I mean...

everyone deserves a second chance, right?

Maybe...

we give each other a break.

You're serious.

I mean, everything would be...

different this time.

Party of two? City hall?

Tell everybody about it after the fact? Yeah.

Lorenzo Batista,

this is-- I know who this is.

Mr. Reagan.

You can remove the cuffs.

I'm afraid we're gonna need your office.

Uh, sorry for the inconvenience.

Thanks so much.

We're all in the business of keeping this meeting secret.

Do you, uh, know what's happening in my city?

Our city.

Okay.

They've shot the mayor.

And missed.

Uh, they missed the kill shot, yeah.

And by "they,"

I mean your son.

Alejandro.

I didn't hear that.

Where they charged, tried and convicted him in the shooting.

You're right.

None of those things have happened.

Because, first, I need to ask him some questions.

Is that a figure of speech for you,

you asking questions?

Don't you mean your detectives?

Yes. Figure of speech.

What do you need to ask me?

Uh, where my detectives can find him

so they can bring him in for questioning.

Safely.

Safely for who?

Alejandro.

You're looking to watch out for him. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Can we cut the crap?

What you got?

Well, I think that's my line.

Not if you want to keep on talking.

Okay.

Surveillance footage,

ballistics from another shooting 18 hours earlier

where he was on the scene.

Also surveillance on the scene?

No.

A confederate we flipped.

So, a rat.

So, you come down here

to get me to rat on Alejandro.

Rat on my son,

and try to trick me with some blurry video

and a Judas.

When you look in the mirror,

you see yourself with a white hat.

You think you're the good guy.

Well, that's weird.

What?

His number's static

over on East 14th Street.

That's the baby mama's address.

Yeah, but hers is pinging erratically

up in the Bronx and lower Westchester.

Which means?

Which means they switched phones.

He has hers, probably in a Faraday bag

so it only pings when he takes it out to use it.

So we can't track him?

Well, only to the last place he made a phone call

or checked his messages, so

a day late and a dollar short.

Okay, thank you.

Good work.

Jamie.

Yeah, we got something.

You know, I didn't come here empty-handed.

Well, that's good to hear, because...

...so far, it's all a song and dance.

I, uh, I first landed in Albany,

where I met with the attorney general

and the U.S. attorney for the Southern District.

My agreements with them

are untouchable,

so just more song and dance now.

They were untouchable

as long as you were productive,

but if I could convince them

that you were withholding information

on the whereabouts of the guy

who tried to off the mayor of New York...

We're back where we started.

If, if and if.

Except I already did convince them.

I can always do more time.

Well, see, here's the thing. Um...

they spend a lot of man hours

and tax dollars moving you around

to keep you safe from the general population.

But if they start to figure

you no longer are laying the golden eggs...

So what if I'm in general pop?

I got a lot of good friends out there.

No.

You may have some friendlies,

but it has been a long time since you've had any friends.

Except the Feds who you sing to for your supper.

Well, I'll take my chances.

Thank you for the talk, though.

Guard.

Guard!

Today, they only come when I call 'em.

You know those chances you said you'd take?

Five'll get you 50 you'll be dead before sundown Sunday.

And the same chances your son will be on

the next train to hell

after a shootout with my cops.

I had a son who was killed.

By the police, actually.

And he was about your son Alejandro's age.

And if someone were to say to me,

before it happened,

"Here's your choice:

"We can kill him now

or he can spend the rest of his life in prison."

I tell you what...

...I wouldn't blink.

I'd be up there at that prison every chance I got,

with a bag of hamburgers for us and

a deck of cards

so we could spend time together...

...just playing gin and shooting the bull.

And I'd be thrilled to be there.

And eternally grateful for the chance,

because I know the cold dark

the other choice brings.

Every single day.

So, that's your plan?

Park outside the building?

We sit on the house in case he comes back,

unless you got a better idea.

Excuse me.

What happened to her?

She's having a baby is what happened to her.

All right, let's go, let's go.

What do you think?

Even cop killers got a soft spot

for their little newborn babies?

Yeah.

I poked the bear, gramps.

If I didn't go messing around with Mano Sangriento

and the ADT's, none of this would be happening right now.

Maybe you're right.

It's probably a good thing that we don't

go after these bad guys

or go after the drug dealers, right?

Just let 'em run wild.

I get your point.

The problem is you don't know

how many people you've saved

by going after these guys.

And you never will know

because that's the way the job works.

It's just getting really personal now.

I always

told you not to bring the job home.

I know,

leave it in my locker after my tour.

As far as I can see,

you've done a good job with that.

But the problem now is...

...you have no one not to bring it home to.

What are you talking about?

I have no doubt that

you'll get these guys

and go on to another case, and another case.

The problem is...

That I don't have anybody not to bring it home to?

Yeah.

Promise me,

when this case is over,

you'll find that someone?

I promise.

And maybe use the fact that it is personal

to your advantage?

How so?

This is a father avenging his daughter.

Think like a father.

We've tracked every number we got on Ramirez

and came up with nothing.

The address was another dead end.

And the two guys that ambushed us

aren't talking either.

Ramirez could be out of the country by now.

We are gonna get Ramirez.

Well, is that before or after Amelia gets killed?

Good news.

One of the guys from the list of

the ADT's that Ramirez want released,

he's in Dannemora for drugs.

And?

And he had a come to Jesus moment

and wants to help.

Help how?

He doesn't know where Ramirez is,

but he does know that the head of Mano Sangriento

uses a house up in the Bronx on Arthur Avenue

as a crash pad.

Okay, so how do we know it's not another setup?

He swears it's legit.

He even gave me the code to unlock the door.

Can you get a warrant?

Yeah, I'll put in for an application now.

All right, we'll check it out.

We'll check it out.

We'll check it out together.

Punch in the code.

I'll check upstairs. Yeah.

I'll check the basement. I got this floor.

Let's have some lunch.

I made some

pink lemonade,

just like you like it.

Dad?

It's good to see you, Amelia.

I'm glad you're okay.

Is everything okay?

Your dad would never let anything bad happen to you.

Glad she's okay. Her grandma

was worried sick about her. She doesn't need to worry.

She's with her father.

'Cause that's what fathers do.

They protect their children at all costs.

I'm scared.

Don't be scared, mija.

I got you.

You know, my dad used to tell me that

kids learn from their father's example,

not from their words.

This could go bad.

Mija...

...go upstairs to your room and grab your bag,

because we're going to leave soon.

Are you sure it's okay?

It's okay, mija, it's okay.

These nice police officers will help you

if you need anything.

I could take you. Come on.

Go ahead.

It's okay.

I love you.

It's okay.

I'm gonna need you to put your hands

on top of your head,

turn around slowly,

get down on your knees.

Come on.

Hey, come on. Let's do this the easy way, all right?

The thing is,

I never go for the easy way, man.

For Amelia, please.

Don't let her growing up thinking this was her fault.

I'll be behind bars for the rest of my life, man!

You can still be her father. You can still give her advice.

Dad?

Come on, she already lost her mother.

Don't let her lose her father, too.

Put the gun down.

Now hands on top of your head and step away slowly.

There you go. Down on your knees.

You good? Yeah.

I'm good. Come on. On your feet.

You did the right thing.

Let's go.

Don't move.

Emilio Mars, you're under arrest

for the murder of police officer Luis Badillo.

Police. Stand back. We're fine.

You need cuffs? Cuffs are coming.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you do say can and will be used against you...

What do you mean "coming"? Eddie!

Here.

What is that?

They're Badillo's handcuffs.

Yeah, I got him.

We got him. We got him.

We got him.

I believe this little guy belongs to you.

Thank you.

Officer Janko wanted you to know

her phone number's still inside,

so if you want to call her, you can any time.

Thank you.

Thank you...

for sparing my son's life.

You're welcome. Let's go.

- Bye. - Bye.

You okay?

Yeah.

I was actually just thinking about something

that my grandfather said to me.

You want to get a pizza?

Pizza, huh? Yeah.

And last, but certainly not least,

we collared your shooter

in a furniture store near Kennedy Airport.

He was alone and fast asleep

in the mattress department.

Shoe leather, or did somebody tip you off?

A tip, yeah.

Another gangbanger?

Can I ask you one last request

before I hand over the keys?

Depends.

That you never ask me who tipped me off.

And you never try to find out for yourself.

Done.

And thank you.

A souvenir.

What's this?

That is the very next round

from the magazine of the automatic

that Alejandro shot you with.

So I guess you could say...

...you dodged a bullet there.

Wow.

Yeah.

On behalf of the mayor of the city of New York,

and the New York City Police Department,

we present our department flag

that your son so proudly served.

God bless.

Mrs. Badillo, if I may,

please take a good look around you.

Luis's whole family is here with you today.

Atten-hut!

Present arms.

This all looks delicious.

Yeah, I forgot how much I missed this.

The food or the company? Both.

Our dinners are never about the food. True.

Except it looks like we need a slightly larger table.

That's not possible.

Where's Eddie?

She'll be right back.

She forgot something in the car.

Well, I have an announcement.

Well, hopefully it's a short announcement. I am starving.

You're always starving.

What you got there?

Is that a high chair?

It's not just any high chair. This is my high chair

from when I was a baby.

And you brought it to dinner because...

Because we're gonna use it when the baby's born.

June 13th, to be exact.

Congratulations!

Whoa.

Congratulations, Jamison. Thanks, Pop.

Congratulations to you both.

Congratulations.

Who's the father?

I'm joking.

Three months, 13 weeks exactly.

Wow. I picked a great week to come home.

You sure did.

How did you keep it a secret?

Wasn't easy, Pop.

Yeah, I'm just glad that you all know now,

'cause we're gonna need all the parenting advice we can get.

Oh, just trust your gut.

I can't think of anyone who would make

better parents than you two.

I' gonna love having a little one running around.

Me, too.

Me three. Me four.

Me five. Hope it's a boy.

Hope it's a girl.

I hope, whichever it is,

it has both of your good looks

and brains.

Well, we're not gonna find out if it's a boy or a girl.

- So... - Right.

Well, whether it's a he or a she, if I may,

they will be really lucky to be a part of this family.

Wow, Francis, another baby?

Yeah. About time.

So you had an announcement yourself.

Yeah, no, um, it's nothing.

I mean, other than I think we're getting

murder one indictment for Badillo's killer.

Yeah.

Well, that's even more good news.

Yeah.

You know...

...we've got a lot to be thankful for.

And looking around this table...

...I gotta say I couldn't be more proud

or grateful.

Bless us, oh, Lord, and these thy gifts,

which we are about to receive from thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord, amen.

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