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- Double-lock the cuffs.
- Yes, sir.

Officer, you're on this cell.

I want you to secure
your weapon.

Got it.

Enough. Enough.

You guys, settle down.
In the cell. Settle down.

Come on.

61s. 61s.

I got it. Thanks, Sarge.

Officer. When you're done
with these two,

they're going up to the
detective squad. You got it?

Okay, what time was this?

I don't know, half an hour ago?

You take this route a lot?

Sure. But it was
so dark tonight.

Would you be able to identify
the person that robbed you?

No, not really.
He just, he came out of nowhere.

When I tried to fight him off,
he started screaming.

What was he screaming?

He said... he said I was

a drunk little whore
who was asking for it.

What were you asking for, Leah?

To be raped.

Did he?

No, he just stuck his hand
up my shirt, down my pants,

grabbed my bag and ran away.

I drank too much.

I shouldn't have
gone out so late.

I should've gone home
with my roommate.

You know what?
How about we not blame you?

How about we blame the guy
that did this to you?

Does that sound good?

Yeah.

At least watching paint dry, you
know there's nothing you can do.

Well, you can do what I'm doing.

You're just staring
out the window.

Not just. I'm thinking
what smart policing

our protocol is.

Each patrol
borough commander

responsible for his territory
during a blackout.

Except that the
smartest guy in the room

is left out of the loop.

That doesn't make sense to me.

It's an antiquated protocol.

I see no reason why we can't
be involved here.

Boss, the boots on the
ground have to call the shots.

Up here, we're compromised
in terms of incoming Intel flow.

From where I sit,

I'm not compromised.

We have a generator,
we have lights.

One PP is fully functional.

In a post 9/11 New York,

you got to go local and
retail, in some situations.

Is that a quote from the last
commissioner's autobiography?

And a blackout hardly compares

to a terrorist attack.

You want to rewrite our system

for the state of emergency?

After tonight, I might.

Oh. Power's back on.

And back where it belongs.

Let's get to work.

- So we got nothing?
- Not much.

And let me guess, the
cameras couldn't see anything

in the blackout, either?

Just as dark as the
rest of the city.

Shoes off, poured herself
a glass of wine.

Looks like she just got home
from a long day at work.

We got a name yet?

No identification on her,
no phone, nothing.

There must be a name
on the apartment.

There is,
but it's not her apartment.

- Whose apartment is it?
- Name's, uh, Ben Wilson.

He's upstairs.

Good. We'll talk to him.

Ben Wilson.

Detective Reagan,
Detective Baez.

- This your place?
- Yeah. I, uh,

came home, found her,
called 911.

Uh-huh. You came home
from where?

JFK.

British Airways
179 from London,

where I've been on business
the last two weeks.

Ah, okay. Who's the girl?

I have no idea.

- What do you mean?
- I mean

I've never seen her before
in my life.

You're saying you've never seen
this girl ever,

in your entire life?

Never.

Anyone else have access
to your apartment?

A friend, girlfriend?

No. No one.

I live by myself.
No one else has keys.

So you're telling us that
that is a complete stranger

lying dead in your apartment
downstairs?

That's exactly what
I'm telling you, Detective.

♪ Blue Bloods 9x04 ♪
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@elder_man

I don't see what
the problem is.

We have Ms. Dowd on video,
driving to and from the robbery.

Under duress
because of her husband.

Doesn't look that way
in the surveillance tape.

I have another tape
that might change your mind.

No, Mike. Please.

You're driving me,
or I'll kill you.

Don't you dare
screw this up for me.

She could've gone
to the cops.

- It's not that simple.
- Sorry, but no deal.

It must happen a lot.

I'm sorry?

He must threaten you a lot
if you're recording him.

She's made
half a dozen tapes like this.

Has he ever cashed in
on those threats?

- Yes.
- I have pictures

from the hospital

of what he's done to her.

This still doesn't
excuse driving your...

So why not just go to the cops?

Because of what
he'll do to our son.

You're really thinking
about letting her walk?

She acted under duress.
It's a non-starter.

At-at least give me a shot.

A shot at what?

More grief than she's
already been through?

I thought we were
the prosecutors here.

And it's our responsibility
to seek out justice,

not just more convictions.

But she aided an armed robbery.

We are dropping the charges,
and that's final.

I can call a press conference,
or I can make you available

to a select few, but
it's not gonna matter.

They've all got
the same question.

Where were the cops
in the poorer neighborhoods?

And in the poorer neighborhoods
would be the answer.

Not exactly.
Not on the Lower East Side.

There's also evidence
of gerrymandered deployment.

Where?

Specifically,
the Vladeck Houses.

Every small business owner
in a ten-block radius

is cursing our name

to any media outlet
that'll listen.

Which would be all of them.

Exactly. And there's threats
from the community.

- What kind of threats?
- They knocked the headlights

out of a dozen patrol cars
in the 15th this morning.

Oh, great. Blacking us out.
Cute, huh?

There truth to any of this?

Of course not.

Well, the public doesn't
understand our protocol.

Which was followed to a T

by our more than qualified
borough commanders.

And we're sure of this how?

It's a population-based
system.

Science, not art.

Nothing personal,
nothing biased.

That's a guess, not a fact.
I want a 49

on the manpower deployments
for Manhattan South.

Hopefully, that will show
that the areas

with the highest population
densities were served first.

You want me to undermine
Chief Russo?

No, I want you to make sure
the protocols were followed.

You undermine a leader from
above, he's dead as a leader.

Russo's a friend of yours.

Yes. But more importantly,
he's a great cop.

Let's find out if he was
last night.

Just because a couple
of citizens are throwing a fit

doesn't mean we should go
question a chief's judgment.

To be fair, it's more like
a few dozen citizens.

Just saying.

Boss, you and I both know
you've been waiting

for your window
to change this policy.

This has nothing
to do with that.

Well, I just wouldn't
want to see a good cop

get caught in a grinder
making that change happen.

Neither would I.

He waits till
the early hours of the morning,

looking for women
who've been drinking

and walking home alone.
- Yeah, yeah.

We get it. So he can
grab their handbag.

Well, that's not all.
He assaults them.

He goes straight for skin,

first on top, then on bottom.

Didn't you patent that move?

Not funny.

Lighten up, sunshine.

He doesn't stop there.
He calls them names,

then he grabs their belongings
and runs.

It's not your typical
street robbery.

So you're saying that all this
is the same guy?

Exactly.

Good luck with that.

Officer Janko?

Yeah?

Detective Davis
from BRAM Unit.

I, uh...

I overheard the good work
you've been doing.

- You did?
- Sounds like a pattern

to me, too.

Why don't you, uh...

why don't you
tell me more about it.

Okay.

So, her husband

yells at her, and you
want to let her walk?

He threatened their son's life,

not to mention
all the physical abuse.

Did he put a gun to her head
and force her behind the wheel?

- He might as well have.
- No.

He put it to the owner
of that bodega's head instead.

She committed that crime
under duress.

I have a legal and ethical
responsibility not to prosecute.

You have a professional one
to try.

Your actions reflect

directly on this office now.

Mistakes included.

What happened?

She got arrested again?

Shortly after her release.

This time for selling drugs
to a minor.

She has no history with drugs.

That makes no sense.

Why would she risk a second
chance to be with her son?

Erin, I know where
your heart is.

Really, I do.

It's bleeding on your sleeve
for all to see.

But you need to stop
playing defense attorney

and start prosecuting.

Right over here.

Hey.

Hey. Still waiting
on DNA from the lab.

Who's this?

This is Evan Walker.

He was filing a missing person's
with the desk sergeant.

Description he gave sounded
similar to our Jane Doe.

Oh.

Take a look at her.
Tell me if you recognize her.

Oh, my God.

Who is it?

Michelle.

Michelle who?

Hopper.

M-My fiancée.

She's dead?

I'm so sorry. Yes.

What happened?

We're trying to figure that out.

But we need your help
in order to do that.

When's the last time
you spoke with her?

I don't know.
Uh, maybe t-two days ago?

Two days ago.
What'd you two talk about?

Nothing important.

Who did this to her?

We don't know yet.

Did she mention
anyone threatening her?

Anything unusual?

No.

What was Michelle
doing in the city?

She was in town for some,
uh, job interviews,

and she just got an offer.

I flew in from Ohio
to, uh, surprise her.

We were gonna, uh, move here.

The, uh,

apartment she was staying in
belonged to a Ben Wilson.

Do you know him?

Ben.
Ben Wilson.

Yeah.

Yeah, I talked to him.

You did?

I arranged for her
to stay at his apartment

through House Swap.

House Swap?

It's an app. You can, uh,
rent people's apartments

when they're out of town.

Okay. So this Ben Wilson knew

that she was staying
at his place?

We exchanged half a dozen
e-mails about it.

You have proof of those e-mails?

Just take it.

So you're going forward
with the robbery charges?

In light
of these new charges, yes.

Are you at least going
to offer us a deal,

considering the duress?
- My office

will be pursuing this case

to the fullest extent
of the law.

Then there's nothing more
to discuss.

I thought
you cared about your son.

I do. He-He's all I care about.

Then why would you put yourself
at risk again?

I...

I don't know.

You think
he's gonna accept that

as an answer when he's older?

- He'll thank me.
- For not being around?

For not having to grow up
in foster care like I did.

How is going to prison
gonna keep him

out of foster care?

Because if...

What are you not telling me?

Can you give us a deal
on the robbery charges?

If I could?

We'd need a guarantee.

I need to know
the information first.

Then we have nothing else
to say.

Ten-hut!

At ease.

You all look

like crap.

Been a long night, huh?

Thank you for
your good work.

I need each one of you

to relay your patrol posts
from the blackout.

Starting at this end.

Patrol Post 1.

West side of Orchard Street,
Broome to Delancey.

Patrol Post 3.
North side of Essex Street,

Stanton to Houston.

- Very good.
- Patrol Post 2.

- South Orchard Street.
- Nice.

Patrol Post 6. Grand Street.

Patrol Post 5.
Seward Park.

Patrol Post 8.
East Broadway.

Rutgers
to Montgomery.

Mm-hmm.

Anybody assigned
to Madison Street?

By the Vladeck Houses?

Oh, come on.

No one?

I sent

a few guys home
after an 18-hour tour.

Just the ones patrolling
the Vladeck Houses?

- Um, I'd have to check that.
- I'm gonna need

to see your duty rosters
from the blackout.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you, Officers.

Commissioner, sir.

As you were, Captain.

Can I ask,
what's this about?

I think you know
what this is about.

I heard some patrol cars
were vandalized this morning.

Well, with all due respect, sir,

that's not really anything
out of the ordinary down here.

I heard it's linked
to the Vladeck Houses.

The majority of the crime
we see down here

can be linked to those projects.

I am talking about what happened
in this instance.

I'm talking about a reaction
to a lack of police coverage

during the blackout.

I'm sorry, sir.

I, uh...

If you've got something
to share,

I suggest you share it.

I was just following orders.

Whose orders?

Chief Russo contacted me
right after the lights went out.

Told me to focus
our deployment on...

certain neighborhoods.

You saying he had a list?

More or less.

I've never even
used House Swap.

Really?

Then whose profile is that?

I have no idea.

That's your apartment, isn't it?

Yes.

But the building
has strict policies

against subletting
and extended stays.

Well, then how come there are
a half dozen other apartments

on the app?

I have no idea.

Then get one.

Look, Detective,
I make real money.

I don't need to rent
my apartment out.

- Uh-huh.
- I never talked

to this... what's his name.

- Evan.
- Evan.

- But you e-mailed with him.
- I never e-mailed with him.

Really?

Then how do you explain that?

That's not my
e-mail address.

Oh, my God. You're
a real slick character.

Got an alibi
for everything, don't you?

Look,
Detective,

I can afford a serious lawyer,

and I haven't asked for one.

I don't know this Evan.

I don't know
who made this profile.

I do know it wasn't me.

What else
is there to tell?

Shelly copped
to the charges.

A little too easily,
if you ask me.

Lisa Dowd?

- Yes.
- Hi.

A.D.A. Erin Reagan. This
is Detective ABETEMARCO.

Just wondering if we could
ask you a few questions

about your
daughter-in-law.

Well, I-I already told
the police everything.

We just want to make sure
we got our facts straight.

Oh, fine.

Certainly. Um...

So, Shelly came here
after she was released?

Uh, yes. Asking me for money.

Again.

- I take it you didn't give her any.
- No.

No, of course not.

Um, we got into an argument.

And the next thing
I know,

I see her out
in the school parking lot,

selling pills to students.

And you saw her

selling drugs from here?

Well, I could see
the body language.

I knew what
she was doing.

Sh-She was
desperate for money.

That's quite a leap.

Well, they found the pills
on her, didn't they?

Has she done anything
like this before?

Anything like this?

Um,

practically every move
she makes.

My son deserves better.

And your grandson?

Yes. Yes.

She's not fit
to take care of him.

Who's taking care of him now?

I-I am. I am.

I'm the only... free and
responsible family member left.

Okay. Well, great.

Thank you
for your time.

Sorry for wasting yours.

How-how did you
hurt your arm?

Oh, I-I started biking again,
for the workout.

And I broke
my collarbone

getting run off the road.

I did that in college.
It hurts like hell.

They give you anything?

Well, I never filled out
the prescription.

I-I would rather live
with the pain than that fog.

Yeah, I understand.
Well, thank you again.

And I hope you feel better.

Thank you.

You were right.

The pills Shelly
was caught with

traced back to her
mother-in-law's prescription.

She planted them.

Looks like it.

And all this just to get custody
of her grandson?

But why wouldn't Shelly
fight the charges?

To keep her son out
of foster care.

If her mother-in-law
goes into prison,

then the whole family's
in the system.

So now Shelly can walk.

No, she can't. I mean,
the drug charges will go away,

but the robbery charges
will stay.

You're not gonna drop 'em?

I have direct orders
to prosecute.

Since when have orders
stopped you?

Since they've been coming
straight from the D.A.,

complete with sarcasm
and not-so-veiled threats.

So Shelly's stuck.

Yes.

And so is her son.

Allen Castillo.

Doorman,

165 East 7th Street.

Is that right?

- Yes, sir.
- You probably know

your tenants
pretty well then.

Some of them I do.

What about Ben Wilson?
You know him?

I know him. But no
better than the rest.

No, I think you know him
very well.

- What do you mean?
- Well, Mr. Wilson

has a profile
on the House Swap app.

The number and the e-mail
on the account

are the same number and e-mail

used on the accounts

of other tenants
in your building

who happen to have profiles
on that app as well.

And when I ran the number,

guess where they led me to.

It was just to make
some extra cash on the side.

What happened to Michelle?

I don't know, I swear.

- You knew she was staying there.
- I was renting

my tenants' apartments,
but I'd never murder anyone.

Except this time.

The power went out, and you
knew the security cameras

would be down.
- When the power went out,

I was at home,
helping my family.

Our power took twice as long
to come back on.

Right. So you were home
with your family.

My family,
my neighbors' families--

they can all vouch for me.

Hope so.
I'll be paying them a visit.

Who else would have access
to the apartment?

Maybe somebody you
rented it to before,

maybe they had copies
of the keys made?

This is the first time
I rented it.

Ben never left town
long enough before.

- Before what?
- He and his girlfriend split up.

Ben had a girlfriend?

A nightmare of one.
They used to fight all the time.

Uh-huh.

And things ended bad?

Horrible. Their last fight
spilled into the hallways.

I almost had to call the cops.

That was the last time
I ever saw her.

So, are we the kind of couple

that talks about the office,
or do we leave

the office talk
back at the office?

Actually, I did want to talk
to you about something.

- Okay.
- I heard about

the undercover assignment

that Detective Davis
wants you to work.

It's a great opportunity, right?

I don't think you should do it.

- What?
- I think you should steer clear

of Davis
and the undercover assignment.

Uh, why would I do that?

Eddie, it's dangerous.

Well, I think
it's more dangerous

having that guy
out on the street.

And we'll get him,
but not like this.

I don't think so.
I'm perfect for this.

I fit the profile
of every one of his victims.

Wait, is this, like...
an order?

No. I wanted to tell you here,

because I didn't want
to muddy the waters like that.

- Okay. Good.
- But I am your sergeant.

- I'm aware.
- And I respect your judgment.

Well, my judgment says
I gotta work this case.

- "Gotta"? Why?
- Do you have

any idea how many times
I've walked home

late at night alone,
couple of drinks in me?

How many time I've thought
maybe this is it,

tonight's the night
I become the victim?

So you make yourself a victim?

The answer is:
no, you don't know.

I don't see why

you should hang yourself
out there

like a piece of bait
for some creep.

Of course you don't,
because you've never been afraid

to walk home alone at night.
You have no idea

what that feels like.
- I'm not saying I do.

Well, then...

respectfully, back off.

All right. Fine.

You know what, you do
whatever you want.

You know,
you could just be supportive.

I can't be supportive of Davis.

Because I think he's reckless.

And I've been
clocking his work

since before you came
to the precinct.

Okay, so you're afraid for me,

so now you're
gonna blame it on Davis?

No.
That's not it.

You're better than this.

And you're smarter than this.

You know, I'm gonna sleep
at mine tonight.

Thanks for dinner.

Not five minutes
after the lights go out,

my cell goes off--
restricted caller, it says.

I never pick those up.

Well, neither do I,
but it's a blackout.

What am I supposed to do?

It's the mayor.

Exactly. And she's got,
like, this shopping list

of blocks where she
wants extra manpower.

And it's the mayor--
you can't exactly...

Exactly. So I say,
"Thank you, Madam Mayor.

I'll get right on it."

I mean, what
else could I do?

She says, "Jump,"
you say, "How high?"

And if I say,
"No, this has to go

through the PC,"
what am I doing?

Throwing the PC
into the wood chipper.

Exactly.

Except that the blocks
around the Vladek Houses...

Yes.

That's the problem.

It's all a
problem, Sid.

But what am I gonna do,
tell the mayor

that there's these
Dollar Stores and bodegas

that take precedent
over her donors and her cronies?

I mean, we all serve

at the pleasure of the mayor,
am I right?

Pretty much.

Plus, I'm saving the boss
this headache.

You did the right thing, Vinny.

Under the circumstances.

You got my back on this, right?

I got your back, Vinny.

And he's nothing if not fair.

How many blocks?

Just a few.

What's a few?

Ten, 13.

Which is it?

Maybe 15.

So, you left one of the most
dangerous housing projects

in this city
totally unsupervised.

Not totally, sir.

But definitely undermanned.

Yes. Definitely.

Regrettably.

Yes. But it was the mayor.

My thought process, sir,
if I may?

It was either me taking the heat

or kicking it up to you
and handing you the headache,

and I think
I made the right choice.

You think?

I hope.

So you think it's your job

to step out
of the chain of command,

break protocol, in order
to save me from a headache?

Well, no, you put it that way.

You got another way to put it?

We all serve
at the pleasure of the mayor.

Well, you got that wrong.

I serve at the pleasure
of the mayor.

You serve under my command.

And we both serve
all the people of this city,

not just the ones
with a hook at City Hall.

Yes, sir.

That's all.

Boss, he-he was in a tough spot.

You know?
And it was the mayor.

It was not like a favor
he could call the chips in.

Good intentions
are not in the mix here, Sid.

He's a great cop.

Maybe by reputation;
certainly not by this fiasco.

Okay. Suppose the president
calls you directly

and asks you for a favor,
you gonna do it?

- If I can.
- Well, that's all Vinny did.

But only if it is in bounds.

All right. I know
you'd like to think that.

What's that mean?

Actually, I take it back.
You can think that way,

'cause you'd
probably get away with it.

I don't try to get away
with stuff, Sid.

Makes life simpler.

Apples and oranges, though.

Except you're
the one apple,

and the rest of us are oranges.

Apples and oranges.

Boss, I've watched you
up close for years.

You've got something
the rest of us don't.

You could stand up
to the ranks above you,

and it's like you got a
Teflon suit over a Kevlar vest,

and your dirty looks
are actual flamethrowers.

What exactly
are you trying to say?

Boss, I'm just saying,
walk in his shoes,

walk in mine--
it's different.

Inform Chief Russo
of his termination.

Hey, Sarge, pass the rolls.

Hello?

Sarge?

Who? What?

You. Dad wants
a roll, Sarge.

Still not used to it?

Not used to what?

Being called Sarge.

Apparently not.

Not at dinner,
Detective, Commissioner.

Okay. Rolls, please?

I was gonna do that.
I got it.

Thank you.

What about you?

You getting called "boss"
down at the office?

Not yet. The closer
I get to the D.A.,

the more I feel like a minion.

That shouldn't be.

Well, tell him that.
Breathing down my neck

to prosecute a victim and
second-guessing my every move.

What do you mean,
prosecute a victim?

Well, not...
literally the victim,

but a-a mother whose
family is falling apart,

and if I put her away, then
she loses what little she has.

She commit a crime?

Yeah.

Well, then you do your job.

I know.
But having a desk

where the buck stops is a lot harder than
I thought it would be.

And nobody wants

to hear a boss complain
about being a boss.

- There's the rub.
- But if you're the boss,

you just tell people what to do

and they have to do it.
I mean...

what is there to
complain about?

But a really good boss
knows that he got there

by listening, for the most part.

The bad ones just bark orders.

Same case last year,
what would you have done?

I'd like to think
I'd fight the same fight.

Except be a squeaky wheel.

Because your opinion is no longer
your opinion anymore.

Now it's... policy, right?

Yeah, I guess so.

That's the hard part.

There's a hell of a lot
less wiggle room

- when you're a boss.
- But Pop's right.

You stay there
how you got there:

by listening to the people
over you, under you.

Went for him, goes for me...

goes for you.

And you now.

And maybe you someday.

Sign on the door

never reads
"He Who Knows It All."

Or "She."

Or "She."

Not for nothin', Dad, but
you kind of forgot someone

on your, uh, list
of future bosses.

You're too loose a cannon.

- Yeah.
- It's okay,

you'll always
be my boss.

- Me, too.
- Yeah,

not exactly the same.

Hey.

Any time you want
to talk about it.

But it'd have to be
pretty convincing

to pull an ace off the field
and park him behind a desk.

Shucks, Dad.

That's right, Ace.

Wow.

- Where's her mother-in-law now?
- She was arrested this morning

for planting the drugs
and framing your client.

So the drug charges

against my client
have been dropped?

That's correct.

And the charges
for abetting the robbery?

Are they dropped?

My office will be proceeding

with the prosecution.

My husband threatened
my son's life.

I thought you understood that.

A judge and jury will decide
if you were under duress.

And until then, wh...
what happens to my son?

He will be picked up

from the neighbor's house

by the Administration
for Child Services.

So he's going to foster care.

Pending the outcome
of this case. That's correct.

This is why

I didn't come forward
about the drugs.

This is the one thing that
I didn't want to happen.

Why are you doing this to us?

I'm sorry.

You didn't think to mention
your ex-girlfriend to us?

- Clarissa?
- Yeah, Clarissa.

She doesn't matter.

Of course she matters;
you told us nobody else

had access to
this apartment.

And I was telling the truth.

Castillo said she
practically lived here.

Trust me, no way

I was letting her keep
those keys when we broke up.

Because she's dangerous?

No. Just controlling.

Had a hard time letting go.

Really? Where the hell
does she live now?

You guys really think she had
something to do with this?

Just tell us where.

Look, Clarissa's crazy,

but there's no way
she murdered someone,

especially not some random woman.
- A random woman,

living in her ex-boyfriend's
apartment,

with an engagement ring
on her finger.

Now tell us where
the hell she lives.

Give me the bag, slut.

You think this is a game, huh?

No. No.

Stop. No.

Oh.

Give me your hands.
Give me 'em.

Give me your hands.

All right. Move it. Move in.

Come on. Back.

All right. We got 'em.
Sergeant Reagan, what the hell?

Hey, you fall asleep?!
You fall asleep?

I had to get him on
the assault charge.

No, you didn't. You had him
on attempted robbery.

Not enough.

Which is
enough to get him

in the lineup,
which is all you needed.

Are you okay?

Jamie? What are you...?
On your feet. You all right?

What are you doing...?
Are you okay?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing?
Are you okay?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

You know what? I should've
told Ben not to call Clarissa.

Why would Ben
call Clarissa?

To tip her off.

It's his ex, why would
he tip off his ex?

He was with her for years.

- Yeah, and he said she was crazy.
- Yet...

- There's no reason for him to tip her off.
- ...he still dated her.

And then there were
probably booty calls.

I mean, toxic relationships
like that never just end.

Huh.

Maybe you should call Ben

and tell him not to
tip off Clarissa.

Anything?

Straight to voice mail.

Great.

I'd love to know what
this Clarissa knows

before we knock
on her door.

You're good to go, Officer.

Thanks.

Let's just forget
about it, okay?

Would it really have been so bad
to just take my advice?

You were being overprotective.

It's my job to protect you.

As my sergeant or as my fiancé?

In this case, as your sergeant.

I call BS.
You got to choose.

Because we agreed that we would
separate work from home.

I wouldn't let any of
my officers go undercover

with Detective Davis.

Jamie, you lost your
judgment because of me.

It's exactly what we
said we weren't gonna do.

I'm still gonna
have your back, Eddie.

Jamie, I was fine without you.

You couldn't see
the next ten seconds.

You don't know
what might've been next,

and Davis was waiting
on assault.

Jamie, I'm fine.

Well, thank God.

This is Detective Baez.

I have a jumper in front of
412 Meyers Street.

I'm gonna need an MLI
at this location.

No.

Hey, Ben. Hey.

- Hey! Hey!
- What-what happened?!

Slow down,
don't go any closer.

- It's Clarissa? It's Clarissa.
- Yeah.

She...

Apparently, she jumped.

I called her.

I told her I knew all
the best lawyers.

I told her not to freak out.

There's nothing you can do
about it now, okay?

It's too late.

There's nothing
you can do for her.

It's not your fault, Ben.

Then whose?

Oh, God.

A.D.A. Reagan,

congratulations on
unraveling the Dowd case.

Those detective genes
really paid off.

I'm not sure congratulations
is in order here.

Of course it is.

Shelly was threatened

and abused by her husband,

and set up by
her mother-in-law.

But she was no saint.

Doesn't make her
a criminal, either.

You are still planning
to prosecute, correct?

No. I can't.

- You can't?
- If I have to compromise

what's right to do this job,
then I don't belong here.

Well, perhaps you could
consider the greater good.

Consider what it will do
to this office

once this story
hits the press.

Any decent reporter's gonna see

that Shelly is the victim here.

Or that she is the Bonnie
to her husband's Clyde.

They're gonna see that she did

what she had to do
to protect her son.

So you think
we should drop the charges?

It's the right thing to do.

Well... I can see

what Monica was dealing with
all these years.

Well, maybe she should
have warned you.

She did.

I took the leap anyway.

Take the leap
with me on this.

You owe me.

And I collect with interest.

Did you think terminating
Chief Russo was a suggestion?

No.

Do I actually have to say...?

That's an order? No.

But you didn't slap an ASAP
on it, either.

Look at me, Sid.

Yes, I thought maybe
you might...

walk in his shoes, reconsider.

Pretty confident
you made a case?

I just figured once in a while
you don't really mean

what you say gets taken like
Moses walked down the mountain

with it chiseled on a tablet.

What the hell's got into you?

Same thing
that was always there.

Same thing you hired me for.

I stick up for our cops

even when everyone else
has fled the scene.

And I don't?

I didn't say that
and I would never say that.

You can offer him a demotion
or early retirement.

A-S-A-P.

Demotion to what?

I don't know; I'm gonna
leave that up to you.

But enough of a demotion
sends a signal to the rest

of the department that those
kind of favors, we do not do,

and if you do them,
you will pay dearly. Copy?

Copy.

And I don't have a Teflon suit.

Everything gets to me.

Every time one of ours is hurt,
or jammed up,

or he's in over his head,
it gets to me.

I just don't show it,
'cause I can't show it,

'cause nobody wants or needs

a "sensitive"
police commissioner.

Okay.

So screw you.

Yes, sir. That an order, too?

Yeah, that's an order.

Screw me-- I'm on it, boss.

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