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So?

I'm getting transferred
to the 2-9.

Oh, uh, well, that house
is supposed to be a real zoo.

Yeah, well, boss didn't
give me a choice.

Think your dad had a hand in it?
Busting your chops a little?

No, I think it was
just the luck of the draw.

Some luck.

Well, I like a challenge.

Maybe I'll put in for
a transfer over there.

Yeah, let me get
the lay of the land first.

Of course. Uh,
do you think

he'd put the kibosh
on that, too?

Us in the same house?

I think he'll say what he wants,
we'll say what we want,

and at the end of the day,
it'll be our choice.

That's how it works
in our family.

- If you say so.
- I know so.

You look good in stripes.

Thanks.

I told the police I don't want
Billy to be prosecuted.

In your initial statement,
you said Conroy

struck you repeatedly
and threatened your life.

He was a jerk, um,
but I overreacted.

Did you overreact
seven months ago,

the last time you called 911
on this guy?

No.

I wanted to testify,

but I never got the chance.

- Why not?
- Because you guys

decided not to prosecute him.

Did the assigned A.D.A.
give you a reason?

Billy's one of the top
sports agents in the country.

He's rich,
knows everyone.

I wasn't exactly shocked
that he got away with it.

Come in.

You wanted to see us, boss?

Yeah. Come in. Close the door.

Sarge.

What brings you back
to the squad?

The old man get
sick of you?

I missed you guys.

- We miss you, too, Sarge.
- What's up?

Sit down.

You know Detective Ray Cross?

Yeah. We-we worked a case with
him a while back with the DEA.

Solid cop.

Until he got jammed up
last year.

Something about
money going missing

from an ongoing
narcotics operation?

Right.

PC let him retire,
which he didn't have to do.

A few months ago, we started
getting electronic threats

against the commissioner.

The content

points to Cross.

Threat Assessment
usually handles this.

Why you coming to us?

This morning, Cross was spotted
outside a Manhattan hotel

where your old man
was having breakfast.

So you think
this Cross is serious?

I'm not taking any chances,
all right?

You guys worked with him.
Use that.

I want you
to track down Cross,

let him know we got eyes on him.

- All right?
- Hopefully then,

he'll back the hell off.

It'll probably help
if we talk to the commissioner.

No, that's not gonna happen.

- Why not?
- Because, knowing my old man,

he doesn't want to waste
the additional manpower

on his own safety, right?

Right, so don't go blabbing
about this over Sunday dinner.

Yes.

Rattle Cross's cage, quietly.

Would you like
some coffee, Ms. Peterson?

Uh, no, thank you.

What's up?

A young attorney in my office

was sexually assaulted
on a blind date.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Her name is Paula Thompson.

She's a lovely person
and a sharp lawyer.

A rare combination.

- Has there been an arrest?
- Not yet.

I would like you
to review the case.

Specifically,
this investigating detective.

For?

When Paula reported
the assault,

she met with Special Victims
Detective Anthony Palmer,

who made her feel
like she was the suspect.

Well, not to take sides,
but victims of such crimes

are often, understandably,
emotional and defensive.

Palmer asked her why she went
back to this guy's apartment,

and whether she'd
acted provocatively.

Well, that would
be standard, Kelly.

There is a very refined protocol

for Special Victims detectives
to follow, and it works.

But when any victim
of sexual assault is treated

as though they were
somehow asking for it...

It would be adding insult
to injury.

I completely agree.

As I assume you knew I would.

I don't assume anything.

Okay. I will drill down on it.

And please send my sympathies
and regards to Ms. Thompson.

She's preparing
to file suit against the NYPD.

Look at you, burying the lede.

I convinced her to hold off

until I had a chance
to speak with you.

Gee, thanks.

Frank.

An assistant corporation counsel
suing the NYPD?

Nobody wants that.

Not nobody, apparently.

If it can be prevented.

I was happily going
to look into this for you.

Now I will just plain
look into it.

Thank you.

♪ Blue Bloods 9x02 ♪
Meet the New Boss
Original Air Date on October 5, 2018

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Ray Cross.

Got a second?

Well, I'm a little swamped,

but I'll see if I can
squeeze you guys in.

It's been a few years.

Reagan, Baez.

Dominguez cartel case, 2015.

That's right.

- You did good work.
- You, too.

Ah. This, uh, threat level's
a little lower on this job.

Never saw anybody
run a drug case better.

Well, apparently,
your old man disagreed.

Yeah. Must've pissed you off,
getting forced out.

I told One PP I had nothing
to do with those e-mails.

- Right.
- They made reference

to the case
you got jammed up on.

A lot of guys got pissed off
the way that went down.

But only one guy took the fall.

I got no grudge against the PC.

So what were you doing
camped outside

the PC's breakfast meeting?

Loafer City.

Come again?

It's my favorite shoe store.

I got problem arches.

10:07 a.m.

Well, it's a hell of an alibi.

Sometimes a loafer
is just a loafer.

I had no clue
the PC was

even in the area
until I spotted his vehicle.

So we don't have
a problem then, right?

No problem.

Give my best to your old man.

Martin, you got a second?

Sure. Everything okay?

Yeah. Seven months ago,

you handled an assault case
against Billy Conroy.

Beat up his girlfriend
but walked. Felt bad for her.

I reviewed the file.

You had plenty of evidence
to indict, but you didn't.

It's complicated.

Walk me through it.

The case against Conroy
was strong.

In my opinion,
he should've been indicted.

So what happened?

- I was told to back off.
- By whom?

I'd rather not say.

I'd rather be Brad Pitt.

It-It's just,
the person involved

was... they're
no longer with us.

Well, if he or she left
the office, it should be easier.

She didn't just
leave the office.

She left the planet.

Are we talking
about Monica Graham?

I did what I was told.

And I'm not looking
to disrespect her memory,

but what happened
wasn't justice.

You know why you're here,
Detective?

C.O. said it's about
the Thompson case.

I can't say I'm surprised.

Why's that?

She's an assistant
corporation counsel.

Told me that
right up front.

Hmm.

She says you were
unprofessional and accusatory,

and treated her
like the perp.

I can see
why it felt that way to her.

So you admit it?

No, sir. But the protocols

for questioning
a sexual assault victim mean

asking questions about
the nature of the relationship

with the alleged perp.

Which can make
a victim defensive.

That's putting it mildly.

Some have come
across the table at me.

So is it you or the protocol?

The protocol's
solid, sir.

And I know you had
a hand it writing them.

I'm not blowing smoke.

But the very nature of asking
them about their own behavior,

I guess it can't help but sting.

Is there a reason why you
interviewed her three times

and the accused only once?

Well, with an emotionally
distressed victim,

and obviously, most of them are,
sometimes multiple interviews

are required to get
all of the facts

in an ongoing
investigation.

So, uh, you're saying
it was by the book?

- Yes, sir.
- Let me ask you,

when she told you she was an
assistant corporation counsel,

you think she was
looking for special treatment?

No more than anybody.

She expected me to go out
and arrest this guy,

no questions asked.

And I get it.

In her shoes,
I'd want the same thing.

But if you don't do your job,

then the D.A.'s office
can't do theirs.

And that's when rapists walk
right back out the door.

Thank you very much,
Detective Palmer.

The man you're replacing is
the final holdover

from the last captain.

Heard there were some
problems on his watch.

Between you and me,
the biggest problem was him.

More concerned with his
golf game than this command.

If I may, boss, uh, why me,
though, a rookie sergeant?

Number one on
the Sergeant's Exam,

Mayor's Award at the Academy,
why not?

Especially with two PCs
in the family,

one the current?

Well, it doesn't hurt, no.

But far down the list
as to why you. Okay?

Here to help any way I can.

Then let's put the fear of God
into these guys.

All due respect, boss,
that's, uh, not really my style.

Uh-huh. It is now.

I'd like to earn their trust,
maybe take it from there?

Sergeant Reagan,
this house is on fire.

Hose it down.

Go from there. Understood?

Yes, sir.

What do we got, Detective?

- PC is due in 20 minutes.
- Uh-huh.

And look what I found.

Surprise, surprise.

Found him in the park when we
were doing our security sweep.

Public park, there's
no law against it.

And I took this off him.

Legally registered gun.

Expecting trouble?

Dangerous world.

Thank you, Detective.

You know, it's
the second time today

you've been found
in the vicinity of the PC.

We supposed to believe
that's a coincidence?

Believe whatever you want.
It's a free country.

You willing to come down to
squad, answer some questions?

- Yeah, it'll be like old times.
- Great.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Sorry to drag you
down here.

Done hundreds of these.

First time on
the other side.

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

I'm not a detective anymore.

PC saw to that.

You ran an operation
where drug money went missing.

You don't have evidence
I took a single dime.

It was your show,

your responsibility.

That's right,
and the PC could have

fired you over it,
but he didn't.

He let you retire
and keep your pension.

Imagine my gratitude.

Look, Ray,
whatever your beef is,

it's in the past.

Why don't you be smart
and leave it there.

You believe in loyalty, Danny?

Yeah, I believe in loyalty.

My task force
made the big cases.

We also took the most
casualties.

What are you
getting at here, Ray?

What I'm getting at, Danny,
is if some of the cash

belonging to some
of the scumbags

that killed my people
finds its way

into the pockets
of their loved ones,

I can live with that.

Is that what happened?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Everyone respects
the losses you took.

I'm not so sure everybody
appreciates those losses.

Whether you want
to believe it or not,

my old man mourns the death
of every fallen officer

in his command.

Eulogies are easy.

Being there

after the cameras leave,

that's what really counts.

Here's the bottom line.

I don't give a damn
what your beef is,

just know this.

You want to get to him,

you're gonna have to go
through me first.

Guess I'll be on my way.

Do yourself a favor.

Stay away from Frank Reagan.

Officers, muster up.

I said fall in, move!

On my command,
open ranks for inspection.

Open ranks. Move.

- You lose your hat, Officer?
- No, Sergeant.

Then cover it now.

Get that hair
off your collar.

And lose the red nail polish.
This isn't the junior prom.

What's your hire date?

May 2008, sir.

That means no visible tattoos.
I don't want to see it again.

Now, this is what

an NYPD officer is
supposed to look like.

All squared away.
Well done, Officer Jordan.

Thank you, sir.

My name is Sergeant Reagan.
I'm the new boss.

If you pay me respect, you'll
get it back with interest.

If you give me grief,
you won't know what hit you.

Any questions?

Let's get down to business.

Why would Monica let
a serial abuser off Scot-free?

She was a good prosecutor.

She must have had her reasons
for letting Conroy skate.

I would have charged him
with assault two,

possibly even attempted murder.

- You disagree?
- No.

Now, Monica and I have had
our share of run-ins,

but when it came to prosecuting
crimes against women,

she was a bulldog.

So why did she let Conroy walk?

Guess we'll never know.

No, that's not good enough.

I know what you're thinking,
and it's a bad idea.

You heard A.D.A. Richardson.
He said this wasn't justice.

You really want to
start staining her reputation?

Look, if Monica had
a legitimate reason

why she chose not to prosecute,
then there's no problem.

If there isn't,
then I need to know.

Detective Palmer says

he conducted his investigation
professionally.

And Paula Thompson says
he didn't.

- I spoke to Ms. Thompson.
- Yeah, I heard.

I have no reason to doubt

her version of events.
- Neither do I.

But I also have no reason
to doubt Detective Palmer.

Did you speak with any of the other victims
who dealt with this guy?

The nature of these
crimes prevents me

from going down that road.

In other words, it's a case
of "he said, she said,"

and, oh, what do you know,
he wins.

If you're suggesting
that a male cannot work

effectively
in Special Victims,

I have thousands of made
cases that say otherwise.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but your detail's out front,

and you're running
15 behind.

Nobody is saying that a man

can't be a good
SVU investigator,

but he sure as hell starts
with a disadvantage.

Namely?

He's not a woman.

Few men are.

Baker, please wait.

Come in for a second.

I think I got the gist.

You take this to
its logical extreme,

it means that every
victim is entitled

to an investigating detective
who is a gender, racial,

ethnic, whatever else
you have match.

Which is impossible.

It's the police department,
not a college faculty.

But. Except.

Really?

Yes. There is plenty
of good research,

not to mention common sense,

that says that the female victim
in these cases

may not be as candid in
opening up to a male detective.

And that the male detective
may be hardwired

with an empathy gap.

Hey, we got a whole lot
of made cases

from male detectives.

Because you have great cops
who work hard

to overcome
those obstacles.

But there are always exceptions.

The detective in question
seemed absolutely transparent

when I talked to him, Baker.

The detective was being
interviewed

by the police commissioner.

Pretty must defines the term
"on his best behavior."

Good point.

Thank you for reminding me.

The real test is
that detective's behavior

in interviewing a victim
of sexual assault.

And your sense... is what?

Well, I'm not sure.
I wasn't in the room.

But I do think that
you need to follow up.

You know, it's just
a matter of time

before Cross tries again, right?

We could put a tail on him.

Come on, the guy's
an ex-detective.

He'd make us in a second.

You know, in the old days,
someone threatened the PC,

my grandfather said they'd
handle things "in-house."

You mean give him a beating?

- Got the job done.
- Danny,

I know this is personal for you,

but going after Cross
off the books

is not the answer.

It's not that personal, okay?

My old man can
take care of himself,

but I didn't say
we should do that.

I'm just saying...

Okay, we should do it.

Look, the guy's not
a typical perp.

He knows everything we know,

he's trained
the way we're trained.

Not to mention knowing
the PC's every move.

Exactly.

He knows the PC's every move.

The public ones,
that's easy to find out.

But what about breakfast
at a hotel in Midtown?

That's confidential.

Only his detail and One PP brass
get that schedule.

Exactly.

Well, if an ex-cop knew his way
around computers,

or knew someone who knew
their way around computers,

they might be able to figure out

how to get access
to that information.

Hey, what do you got?

I checked for a connection
between Monica

and this prick Conroy;
there isn't one.

So, why would Monica
let Conroy walk?

Because Monica had no connection

to Conroy, but her boss did.

You mean
Chief Assistant Whitney?

How's a guy on that salary
sit courtside,

behind the dugout
and on the glass?

Tickets from Conroy.

Not just tickets, boxes.

He was paving his way up.

I'm guessing Monica gave Conroy
a pass on Whitney's orders.

Why would she do that?

Whitney's a backstabbing weasel

who likes to get people fired.

Monica knew better
than to cross him.

I hope you do, too.

Conroy knows Cara Simpson
changed her story.

Why would he confess when
he holds all the cards?

Because we can bluff.

We can also fold.

I don't fold.

Mr. Conroy, thank you
so much for coming in.

No problem. I'm
not really sure

why I'm here.

You're here because

beating up women
is against the law.

Mr. Conroy has been charged
with no such crime.

Not yet, but after
reviewing the facts,

I've decided to take
this case on personally.

That's your prerogative.

And as bureau chief, I have
vast investigative resources.

Look, I-I feel terrible
that I frightened Cara.

That wasn't my intention.

What was your intention?

- Don't answer that.
- It's okay.

We had an argument.

I lost my temper,
but I did not hit her.

So, she gave herself
that black eye?

We're here as a courtesy.

If you have something to say...

I do. Your client
is a serial abuser.

He got away with it once.

It's not gonna happen again.

Okay, let's slow down.

I'm not finished.

Ms. Simpson

has been reluctant to testify.

I intend to change her mind
and I can be very persuasive.

So, here's the deal
which does expire

the moment you
leave this room.

Mr. Conroy will plead
to assault in the third degree,

agrees to enter counseling and
completes a batterer's program.

And if we refuse?

Then I charge your client
with assault two,

indict him
and take this case to trial,

which I'm sure will be
very well-publicized.

Your offer is declined.

Send my best to Cara.

Well, so much for bluffing.

This game's not over.

How'd it go
with Billy Conroy?

Chief Whitney.

Uh, not well. How-how did
you know we were meeting?

Oh, when you're
chief assistant D.A.,

little birds always
seem to find you.

Billy's a good man.

We summer together
in Amagansett.

Oh, so you must talk
to him all the time.

Yeah, thing is,

I like to know when my
bureau chiefs dig up old cases.

I wasn't aware
of that policy.

I'll have my office
set up a lunch.

We can go over the ground rules.

This is new territory, Erin.

Don't want to get off
on the wrong foot.

You told the officers that
your boyfriend raped you.

Yes.

We were supposed
to go to the movies.

Tommy said that
he was too tired,

so I said that I
would go by myself.

He didn't like that.

Hmm. What happened?

He grabbed my arm,

threw me on the couch

and then he climbed
on top of me.

And when I told him to get off,

he hit me and then he raped me.

He ever assault you before?

He's hit me a few times,

but he never
forced himself on me.

You ever file a complaint?

No.

Does that matter?

No. It's just...

sexual assault cases involving
boyfriends and spouses

can get kind of tricky.

Tricky how?

Juries rarely convict
when the victim has had

consensual relations
with her assailant in the past.

But I told him no.

No means no, right?

Of course.

It's just that the fact is

it's harder to convict
if it's been yes

so many times in the past.

So you're telling me

I should just let him
get away with it?

That's up to you.

But the fact is,
unfortunately,

he probably will.

Are you sure I can't get you
something to drink?

No. I've got everything I need.

Hey, hey!

What the hell's
going on in here?

Break it up. Break it up!
Let him go!

Let him go.
That's enough!

That's enough.

What's this about?

Nothing, Sarge.
Everything's fine.

Well, somebody
better start talking

or you're both
looking at suspension.

Like he said,
there's no problem.

How come none of you
were stepping in?

All right, fine.

Well, sitting on your hands
gets you written up, too.

Let's go. Get out.

Get out.

Hey, Jordan.

Not you. Come here.

I reviewed the record of every
officer in this precinct.

A lot of guys with black marks.
You're not one of them.

Thank you, Sergeant.

But that won't last

if you start following these
guys down the wrong road.

Now what happened here?

I'd like
to tell you, really...

But?

There's a code
in the 2-9.

What happens
with the unis stays there.

No ratting to the bosses.

This is the NYPD,
not Rikers Island.

Either you come clean
or you get dinged.

Better that than getting
labeled a snitch.

This lasagna
is incredible, Eddie.

Oh, it's my mom's recipe.

It's the only thing
I know how to make.

Well, that and margaritas.

Everything's great, Eddie,
but next time, you know,

you can delegate.

We do believe in division
of labor here.

Yeah, and it's so good I almost
wouldn't mind dish duty.

That's okay, Sean, it's okay.
I can clean up.

No, you've done enough.

Besides, Sean likes
to wear the apron.

Well,
I want to do it.

Y-You've all been
so welcoming to me

and I just want you to know
I'm-I'm really grateful.

Yeah. I think this would
be a perfect time

to call a code blue.

I don't think
that's necessary.

I do.

Ah, it's gonna happen
sooner or later.

That's right. Dad?

I particularly liked
this lasagna.

What's a code blue?

It means it's time to talk
about your wedding, Eddie.

That's right.

They just got engaged.

Jamie tells us that you want

this big church to-do,
all the bells and whistles.

- Oh, I don't remember saying that.
- Great. That's great.

We're gonna need a huge
venue for the reception.

Huge? How huge
are we talking?

- Really big.
- Yeah, big.

I mean, uh, the police
commissioner's guest list alone

is gonna be a couple hundred
people, right, Dad?

Jamie and I haven't made
any firm decisions yet.

But that's what family is for.
We're here for you.

Every step of the way.

You're gonna look so
beautiful in Mom's dress.

- You're gonna be gorgeous.
- Oh, God.

Mom's dress?

The train's kind of long,
but once you get moving

you'll get used to it.
- This dress is made for you.

- I mean, it's the most beautiful
- Perfect.

dress anyone's ever seen.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop!

I'm glad you're all very
excited, but this is my wedding.

Ours.

And we're gonna make
all the decisions:

the flowers,
the guest list,

dress, band, menu, all of it.

Your job, all due respect,

is to show up

and have a blast.

If anybody can't live with that,

I'll send you pictures.

Okay?

Okay.

Brava.

- Good for you.
- Well done.

Did I miss something?

Reagan family tradition.

Not our kindest.

You see, anyone that marries
into the family always starts

on their best behavior.

Which gets old fast.

Yeah, so then
we call a code blue.

We come up with something

that's gonna be a
sensitive topic for you,

then bust your chops about
it till your head explodes,

which yours just did.

Yeah, and your tantrum was
way better than Linda's.

Or Jack's.

I can't believe
you didn't tell me.

A spouse-to-be is
sworn to secrecy.

Well, I think it's sneaky.

Yeah, but there's
a good reason for it.

We don't stand on ceremony here.

We tell each other
the truth.

Sometimes the hard truth,
but it's all done with love.

That's right.

And you're a part
of that now, Eddie.

Hmm. So you're saying
you don't care if I can cook

as long as I can fight?

Yeah.

Again, welcome to the family.

Hear, hear.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I've just wanted this job
for so long.

You know?

The chance to put my stamp
on the trial division.

And you've earned it.

I think I underestimated
the politics.

Anyone I know?

Chief Assistant D.A. Whitney.

Okay.

He bullied Monica Graham into
letting one of his VIP pals

walk on an open and shut
assault charge.

And what are you
gonna do about it?

Walk into Whitney's office,

tell him I'm gonna
charge the jerk

and then probably
get demoted or fired.

Then don't do it.

Then what? Eat it?

Well, it's one thing
to win a job.

It's another thing and a much
harder thing to keep it.

And when you say "politics,"
you mean office politics?

Yeah.

Well, what about
racial politics?

Gender politics?

Whitney is a white guy.
Monica was a black female.

So? What are you getting at?

Well, I'm just saying,
with a guy like Whitney,

would this situation
be the same situation

if Monica were a white guy?

Would he still
have bullied her?

I... it's hard to know.

Oh, come on. What do you think?

Probably not, but you can't
reverse engineer it that way.

But it is kind of the accepted
enlightenment of our age,

that everything
has to be examined

through a whole rainbow
of lenses.

These from
the same bottle?

Yeah.

Then that's very funny,
coming from you.

Ronnie, you got a sec?

I'll have the guest list for the
Gracie Mansion event any minute.

Yeah, that can wait. These are
Detectives Reagan and Baez.

The commissioner's son?
Wow, they must be...

Anyway, can I help you?

You're responsible for planning
the PC's press avails?

24/7.

Uh, don't.

The commissioner's schedule
is confidential.

You know that, right?

Of course.

And you wouldn't e-mail it
to anyone else?

Absolutely not.

Not even to yourself?

That's a
breach of protocol.

That schedule's never to be sent
to an unsecured account.

I know. I just...
I get calls all night long.

Reporters,
PR people,

Commissioner Moore.

So you forward the PC's
confidential schedule

to your private cell phone?

Just for backup, in case
I can't find my work phone.

Ever heard of a hard copy?

You mean, like, on paper?

We have reason to believe

your personal account's
been hacked.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
Am I gonna go to jail?

No, you're not going to jail,

but you're not gonna be hired
for head of security, either.

Could we talk?

There's always gonna be beefs,
but this code of silence,

that ends now.

Respectfully, easier
said than done, boss.

All participants
in yesterday's incident

and onlookers are transferred
out as of today.

That sends a message,
but, uh, boss, your call--

Officer Jordan is a good cop.

Give him a rip,
but I'd like to hold onto him.,

Okay. Also,

One PP approved the list
of officers

that you recommended
from your old precinct.

All five will be reporting

as soon as the paperwork
goes through.

Hopefully change
the culture around here.

Great, boss. Thanks.

But I think I put
six names on that list.

Yeah, one officer

will not be coming over,
an Officer Janko.

One PP say why?

Above my pay grade.

You wanted to see me?

- Yes, but I would've come to you.
- That's all right.

I heard it was urgent.

Um, I wanted to discuss
Billy Conroy.

Refresh me.

Mr. Conroy assaulted
a young woman seven months ago,

Cara Simpson.

He should've been
prosecuted, he wasn't,

and now he's done it again.

Find out who screwed up,
rip him or her a new one.

That is what
the bureau chief does.

Right, but I have evidence

that someone
in the position

to do so interceded
on Mr. Conroy's behalf.

Someone from this office.

I see.

I thought it was Monica Graham.

But it wasn't.

No, so I climbed
the ladder.

And other than my office,
that only leads to one place.

I'm not naming names.

No, but you're not exactly
staying silent, either.

No, sir.

Using the power of this office
to excuse criminal behavior

based on personal
relationships

is reprehensible.

I agree.

But he won't go quietly.

And he's gonna do

a lot of damage on his way out.

Which is why
I brought this to you.

If you prefer,

I can handle this myself.

But you know,
coming from a family of cops,

that when you are faced
with a bomb,

you stand back
and call the Bomb Squad.

Or certainly alert them.

Thank you.

That your truck?

Detective Nuciforo, PC's office.

Commissioner's inside
getting a shave and a haircut.

We'll be out of here
in ten or 15 minutes.

Ronnie?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Gun!

- On the ground!
- Police! Don't move!

- Get down!
- Gun.

- I got him.
- You all right?

Yeah.

Call him a bus.

Hey.

- Hey. How you doing?
- It never ends.

What are you
talking about?

I asked for
specific officers

to be transferred to the 2-9,
and you were one of them.

Yeah, I heard.

I'm gonna take this
straight to my dad.

- This is between him and me.
- No, it's not.

I asked to not be transferred.

You did?

Maybe your dad is... right
about us not working together.

How's that?

I worked really hard
to be a good cop.

It's something that I did.

It's mine, and I'm proud of it.

I don't want to lose it.

Who says you have to?

Look, I fell in love
with Jamie Reagan,

and the Jamie part's easy.

He's my partner and my lover,
my best friend.

But the Reagan part?

I might need some distance.

I don't want to disappear.

Well, judging from how
you handled

that code blue
the other night at dinner,

I think you're
gonna do just fine.

I did kind of destroy you guys.

Yeah, big-time.

Yeah.

I love you.

I love you, too.

You want to frisk me?
I'm clean, I swear.

Get in there.

First year
on the task force...

Get your hands up.

...we raided this family-run
meth lab in East Harlem.

Okay.

Six dead, one survived.

It was this eight-year-old kid

in superhero pajamas

hiding in the closet.

I kind of adopted him.

You talking about Ronnie?

Raised him,
raised him good, too.

You must've raised him, but he's
cleared to work at One PP.

What was he doing,

tipping you off about
the old man's movements?

Look, I should've
not have asked him

to get me those itineraries.

And when you realized, being
the smart cop that you are,

you're not gonna get by me.

I told him last night,
I'm letting it go.

He take it upon himself
to do you a solid?

Is that what happened?

You wanted to get
the old man,

but you hit
your own boy instead.

What were you thinking?

Can I see him?

He's cuffed to the bed rail.

Don't think of doing
anything crazy.

Go.

I interviewed Paula Thompson
again myself.

I also conducted

a second interview
with Detective Palmer,

and I felt that
Ms. Thompson's

impressions were confirmed.

May I ask,

what was different
about your approach

that led you to
the opposite conclusion?

No, you may not.

Detective Palmer
will be reassigned

out of Special Victims,
and I will personally call

Ms. Thompson
to give her the news.

And to apologize.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that,
as do I.

Well, actually, Detective Baker
deserves the credit.

Yes, of course.
Thank you very much, Detective.

And thank you, Frank.

It's a good start.

Okay, look.

I am not about to transfer good,

specially trained detectives

because of their gender, but...
what I can do

is create a panel to assess
Special Victims protocols

and recommend improvements.

And I want you to sit on.

Thank you, sir.

And, Baker?

That was good police work,
Detective.

For a girl.

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