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And this is rising to the level
of this office because?

The cop in question

is a 33-year vet

and a decorated captain.

Way to bury the lede.

Taking food and drink
on the arm.

Thing is, she's casting
a wide net,

taking way more
than one person can consume,

and on a regular
weekly basis.

Merchants make the complaint?

No, that's the thing.
Not a merchant, and not someone

identified as
from her command.

Captain Irene Terrell.

Tip came in anonymously
to IAB.

Came to me as a courtesy.

More like as a hot potato.

IAB says the tip
came over the phone.

And this will go out
on the front page.

Well, not if we can help it.

How we gonna help it--
squash it?

You want me have a talk
with her, boss, see what's what?

Well, first find out
what's what, then talk to her.

Put a tail on her
collection points,

see where the goods end up.

What's on your mind, Reagan?

I have a broken window
I'd like to fix.

Of course. Get on the horn with
building maintenance forthwith.

That won't be necessary, boss.

You like to swing the hammer
yourself, Reagan?

Not that kind of broken window.

"Section 203-02.
Tender and return a hand salute

at the precinct front desk
when entering the command."

You're going way back
with this one, Reagan.

Yeah, it hasn't been enforced
for a while.

Since before I came on the job.

I'd like your permission
to reinstate it.

I should've known.

Known what, boss?

That you studying
for the lieutenant's test

was gonna mean some ball busting
for them out there.

Boss, I don't... It's okay.

I don't mean it in a bad way.
It's a compliment.

You're always looking
to do better.

- That's a good thing.
- I'm happy you feel that way.

They're not be happy,
know that going in.

That a yes?
I'm about to start roll call.

Careful what you wish for.

"The dish served
most often at those famous

"Reagan dinners
is hubris

"with a side of pride, vanity,

and pomposity."

"Erin Reagan will never get over

"being passed over
for acting D.A.

She's been crying
in her chardonnay ever since."

What's going on here?

InChargeMan is
slaying the Reagans

on the website
The Square of the Centre.

And who the hell
is InChargeMan?

- Just some guy's username.
- What'd he say?

"When things don't go
Erin Reagan's way,

"her first call
is to Daddy down at One PP.

Nepotism anyone?"

She's gonna freak.

Who's gonna freak?

Hey, Erin.

What's going on?

You know that gossip site,
Square of the Centre?

They're busting your onions.

My onions?

"The only thing bigger
than Erin Reagan's ego

is the size of her feet"?

Happy birthday, Maria.

Like fine wine,
you get better with age.

And more expensive, too.

Nothing a little overtime
won't fix.

This is really nice. Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Nine o'clock.

Jimmy Buffett.

- Sitting at the bar.
- The Margaritaville guy?

Yeah, the Margaritaville guy.

My brother Joe turned me on
to his music when we were kids.

We used to listen to it from
Thanksgiving to St. Paddy's Day.

It would make
the winters breeze by.

- That's nice.
- Yeah.

I mean, he's got songs
about stuff besides

boats and booze.
You know, like, uh...

You just got to go
into the deep cuts.

So go over.

I'm not gonna go over there.

It's your birthday dinner.
I'm with you.

If you don't go,
my birthday dinner

is gonna be all about
this Margaritaville guy,

and Chica's not gonna be happy.

- Really?
- Yeah. Go.

- You want to come with?
- No.

- Okay, I'll go fast.
- Okay.

Uh, excuse me,

- Mr. Buffett?
- Oh, hey, how you doing?

Good. I just wanted to say
thanks for all the great music.

- Love your records.
- Thanks. Okay.

I've been to see you live
three times. Jones Beach.

Love Jones Beach. Yeah, well,
thanks for, uh, listening,

and thanks for coming out.
Uh, name?

Uh, Danny.

Okay, Danny.

Well, much appreciation,
brother.

- Yeah. Yeah,
- Have a good night.

- you too.
- Okay, take care.

So?

- Yeah, he was really nice.
- Good.

Called me brother.
Oh. Good.

Yeah. He was real, too,
you know?

The way you hoped he'd be.

Yeah. Like you hoped.

You know what I mean.

Would you like to order
your entrée?

Yeah, um, first, though,
I want to take care of

Jimmy Buffett's tab.
That's him at the bar.

There.

I thought that was him.

Yeah. He's nice.

I just went over and said hi.

Don't you just love
when that happens?

Yeah.

It's her birthday, by the way.
You ready?

Huh. So, what
can I get for you?

Okay, it's not like
I expected the guy

to only order a cheeseburger

and a beer... Yeah, about that...

but what the hell
is Dover sole?

And $69 a pop
for a piece of fish?

And what about this wine--
what was in it, diamonds?

Maybe. Look, Danny... It's got to be karma.

That's what it is. It's karma.

I-It's payback

from the universe for me leaving
you sitting there alone looking

so beautiful on your
- birthday, right?
- Danny.

- What?
- I googled Buffett when I got up,

and now, of course,
- he's all over my news feed.
- What?

Look, "The Parrotheads
were wet and wild in Austin

"when Jimmy and his band
played an outdoor concert

straight through a rainstorm.” When?

Last night.

Well, that's impossible.

He couldn't be in Austin
last night.

He was sitting at the bar...

What couldn't be
is you meeting him

in New York last night.

Son of a bitch. I got scammed.

Okay, well, now I got to find
the fake Buffett

and collar that son of a bitch.

And charge him with what--

conspiracy to defraud
a fish dinner?

Officer Badillo, did you miss
roll call this morning?

No, Sarge.

So, you heard me instruct

the troops that, going forward,

every cop would be expected
to salute the front desk

- upon entering the precinct.
- Yeah, I heard it.

Great, so I don't
have to repeat myself.

Lead with the elbow.

Raise the hand sharply and
bring the salute to your brow.

Don't lower your head
to meet it.

This time, it's just a warning.
Next time, it's a rip.

A rip, a rip.

What?

Do you believe this guy?

Oh, this time it's
just a warning.

You hear him at roll call?

Yeah. We could win
the unit citation.

That's just what I need,
another nerd patch.

He's just doing his job,
you know.

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh.

Sorry, Janko.
Forgot you were there.

She drives the loot to
a veterans hall in Queens.

And a real haul,
trays of ethnic food,

fast food, soda,
beer, liquor,

- sundries.
- Sundries?

Toothpaste, shampoo, you know.

What's she running, a FEMA tent?

She's helping out
military veterans.

I, uh, tinned
the C.O. of the hall.

He says Captain Terrell
makes the drops every Friday,

and it all goes to
the vets on-site, or

gets delivered
to ones with conditions

that keep them shut in at home.

You trying to soften me up?

No, boss, I'm just
reporting my findings.

It's only charity
when it's on your own dime.

Well, that's one way
of looking at it.

I'm afraid I don't have
the luxury

of looking at it
any other way, Sid.

Get Captain Terrell up here.

She's waiting down in my office.

Hell of a record here, Captain.

Thank you, sir.

Certainly nothing in it

that would pave a path
to what you're up to.

I'm up to charity, sir.

It's not charity that
has you here today.

It's taking goods
and services on the arm,

a violation of the patrol guide,
as I'm sure you know.

I'm bending it a little bit.

Not your prerogative.

I myself do not partake
of any of the goods

freely offered for my charity.

I have diabetes and the celiac,

and I don't drink alcohol.

What about the sundries?

I buy my own toiletries,
thank you.

100% goes to the vets.

Well, that is admirable,

but how you get the stuff
is against the rules.

If I may...

When I was 12,

my brother was wounded in Iraq

and ended up six months
in a V.A. hospital

in Hackensack,

which ain't pretty,
let me tell you.

Visiting him there
left me with a lasting scar

and a vow to fulfill...

We're sorry
for your brother, but...

May I finish?

I swore I would do
whatever I could

to make those heroes' lives
a little better,

and that's all I'm doing

with what those merchants

gladly contribute.

I want you to know
you have our respect

for your intentions,

but your methods
have to stop, now, today.

Understood?

And if I do?

You will be given
a command discipline

with a penalty
of warned and admonished.

That is what's on the table.

I'd like to think about it.

Boss?

It's kind of like either

everyone always said no to her,

or nobody ever says no to her.

But you're not everyone
or nobody.

I want to keep
Internal Affairs out of this.

She's valuable on about
five different levels.

So's sticking to the rules.

I know, Sid.

I know.

"Erin Reagan is like

slow on the uptake
but quick to take credit."

You're still obsessing
over this nonsense.

Listen to this one
from InChargeMan.

"We all act like her friend,
laugh at her jokes,

then roll our eyes
as she moves on. Such a loser."

I told you to stop
reading that stuff.

It's a bunch of nonsense
for a bunch nobodies.

Every worker in city government
reads this website.

They're all laughing at me.

- You're out of your mind.
- Are you kidding?

You know how many text messages

I've gotten about this?

Inside baseball horse crap.

It's not horse crap
if you're a baseball player.

- Here, let me help you.
- Eh...

Is this really

how everyone thinks of me?
O-Of my family?

- Not at all.
- It's right there in black and white.

- It's one person's opinion.
- Is it, though?

I mean, how do we know
it's just one person?

Maybe...

they all hate me.

Listen to me,
you're spiraling.

It's him,
I know it's him.

Wallace from Sex Crimes.
He has never liked me.

That's Webster
from Quality of Life,

and he likes you just fine.

Well, you see? I don't even know
my coworkers' names.

This InChargeMan--
e-everything he says is true.

Relax, would you? We're gonna
get to the bottom of this.

- How?
- Look, I got the computer crime squad on the case,

and they're gonna let us know
exactly who InChargeMan is.

I promise.

Did he use his credit card
at the bar last night?

Nope. You paid
his whole tab.

Right, I did. Uh, did he
leave a phone number

or e-mail address when
he made his reservation?

No. He was a walk-in.

Right, 'cause even when
a place is packed

like it was
last night,

a guy like Jimmy Buffett
could just walk right in.

Well, yeah.
Yeah.

I thought you were a fan.

Well, I am a fan of
the real Jimmy Buffett,

but not that grifter.

What do you mean?

Well, that guy
wasn't Jimmy Buffett.

He was a fake.
The real Jimmy Buffett

had a concert in
Texas last night.

But you said he was.

Well, I got duped.

It happens, you know.

What?

I met him after I got off.

Oh.

Well, did he tell you directly
that he was Jimmy Buffett?

Now that I think about it,
he said to just call him Chief.

- Chief.
- Said all his friends do.

And did he scam the
bar you met him at?

Actually, we didn't
meet at a bar.

- Where'd you meet him?
- My apartment.

Oh.

Okay, uh...

well, was anything
missing when he left?

- Not that I noticed.
- He didn't harm you in any way?

Didn't make you do anything
you didn't want to?

He was a perfect gentleman.

I mean, until such time

as gentle wasn't called for,
if you catch my drift.

I do.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Eddie.

Nothing's wrong. Why do you
always think something's wrong?

I don't always. Just when you're
stabbing your mashed potatoes

that you shaped into
a voodoo doll likeness of me.

Okay, that's funny.

Funny enough to earn me
an honest answer?

I just don't understand why

you're doing what you're doing.

I'm gonna go out
on a limb and say

that you're not talking about me
eating my dinner peacefully.

You know what I mean.

Why don't you tell me
what you mean.

- You're picking a fight.
- I'm really not.

That's how everyone sees it.

Doesn't make it so.

You're digging up some
obscure rule from 100 years ago.

My philosophy, there's a reason

for every item
in the patrol guide.

Saluting the front desk?

- Mm-hmm.
- That has no relevance today

other than being
super formal for no reason.

Is that what you think?

That's what people think.

Are you one of those people?

No.

I really believe
that the little things

add up to the bigger things,
like winning the unit citation.

Who cares about that?

About us being our best?

I do, and I hope you do, too.

Well, yeah, of course, but...

is it worth it?

Worth what?

Being hated by every single cop

in the house.

It doesn't matter
if they hate me.

Only matters if they follow me.

How do you do it?

No matter what time I get here,
you're here before me.

I was called in early.
Extremely urgent.

Extremely sensitive, I was told.

The D.A.? Nope.

Then who?

I was told not to
speak to anyone about it.

Yeah, but I'm special.

I was called in early fo...

by the C.O.
of Computer Crimes Squad.

Well, that's good.
So, they got something.

Yeah.

They were able track down the
I.P. address for InChargeMan.

- And do we know them?
- Very well.

Oh, man, I'm afraid to ask.
Who is it?

It's you.

He's over there, Detective.

Thank you. Hey, Jimmy!

Wait up.

I said stop! Police.

Stop right there.

Let me see some ID, right now.

Yes, sir.

Dickie Delaney from
Savannah, Georgia.

Yes, sir.

Think you know why

I stopped you, right?

Uh, I think on account

of you think I'm Jimmy Buffett.

I-I get that a lot.

No, no, no, no. On account
of you made me think

you were Jimmy Buffett, which is
identity theft. Not to mention

the fact that you let me
pick up your dinner tab,

which is criminal
impersonation

with intent to defraud.

That's why I'm arresting
you, so turn around,

put your hands
behind your back.

Detective, first,
could I, uh,

reach in my pocket
for a fact sheet?

A what?

Of the actual guidelines
for those charges?

As you can tell,
under the law,

I've neither
promoted, conspired

or coerced, uh, anyone

into thinking
that I was Mr. Buffett.

That's not true.

You thanked me
for liking your music.

I never said it was my music.

Okay, well, you, uh,

you told that waitress
- your name was Chief.
- Yeah.

Your name's not Chief.
It's not even Jimmy Buffett.

It's Dickie Delaney.

A lot of people call me Chief.

Uh, I've been a longtime member

of the Isle of Hope, uh,

Volunteer Fire Department
back home.

You think you're funny,
don't you?

No, sir, no, sir.

I'm sorry for any
inconvenience, Detective,

but have a nice day.

Yeah. You have a nice day, too.

Officer Badillo,
you want to try that again?

Sorry, Sarge.
Didn't see you there.

Shouldn't matter
if you see me.

Right. Of course.

That's a one-day rip.

What?

You heard me.

For that?
You got to be kidding me.

Didn't I give you
a warning yesterday?

Lose a vacation day?

For this?
That's ridiculous.

No. Losing two vacation days
would be ridiculous.

You want to try for that?

No, sir.

Good.

It wasn't me.
You got to know that.

I know that, Anthony.

I would never say those things
about you or your family.

I know, it's just...

It's not easy to fake
an I.P. address,

so someone went to
a lot of trouble

to make it look like
it was you.

Oh, so you do
think it was me.

No. Someone wants me
to think it was you,

and I want to know why.

I don't have a clue.

Do you have any enemies,

anyone that you know that wants
to drive a wedge between us?

My only enemy is
the scale, Reagan.

I'm being serious, Anthony.

Yeah, well, so am I. Look,
I didn't say those things,

I would never
say those things,

and I got no idea
why someone

wants to make it
look like I did.

Just feels like
this is a small part

in a much bigger picture,
you know?

Bigger how?

Like, uh, the other
shoe's about to drop?

I don't know.
Hang on.

What's wrong?

Well, it looks like
that other shoe just dropped.

The Post outed you
as InChargeMan.

How is that even possible?

Only you, me,
and the computer cop know.

I'm telling you,
we are being toyed with.

But by who?

I don't know, but I'm starting
to think it's not your enemies

we need to worry about.

Yours? But there's so many.
We'll never even get...

I didn't mean it that way.

There's only one enemy of mine
savvy enough to do this.

Crawford.

Yeah.

Crawford.

I swear, this guy's
more Boy Scout than cop.

Wonder how he sleeps with
that stick up his butt.

I wonder how Janko
sleeps with him at all.

Seriously, what does
she see in that guy?

He's probably got his sergeant
stripes sewed on to his pajamas.

Um...

w-we're supposed to be back
on the road. It's 1400.

Yeah. I-I was just
coming to get you.

What's her problem?

All right, shut up.

Hey. Wait up.

Sorry about that.

Sorry about what?

We weren't talking about you, if
that's what you were thinking.

- Whatever.
- Look, it's not you, it's him.

You mean Sergeant Reagan,
your superior officer?

Off the record?

He's not winning any friends
here with this saluting thing.

What he'd say, he's your boss.
He's not here to make friends.

- What about you?
- What about me?

What would you say? Or are you
not allowed to have an opinion?

I'm me. He's him.

So, are you the
"stand by your man" type,

or the "go your own way" type?

That's a little personal,
don't you think?

You gonna report me
to Human Resources

for getting real for a minute?

I'm not a rat. Just... watch it.

Listen, truth is...

everyone here likes you.

Including me.

You're a good cop. Good girl.

I'm a good girl?

Forget it.

My point is,

you can only play monkey
in the middle for so long.

Pretty soon, you're gonna
have to choose a side.

At least there's
no voodoo doll on your plate.

- What's going on,
- Jamie?

It-It's like you
read the wrong book.

How to Not Win Friends
and Influence People.

Eddie, I'm...

I know, I know.

You're the boss,
not their friend.

Trite, but true.

I make decisions
based on what I think's best,

not what's gonna be popular,

and then I live
with the consequences.

How very noble of you, Jamie.

Except for you forgot
- one part-- so do I.
- So do you what?

I also have to live with the
consequences of your decisions,

except I don't get a vote
in making them.

What are you talking about?

We're married, Jamie,
so that means that

if everyone at that station
house can't stand you right now,

then they also
can't stand me.

Except, I'm not the one
who decided

to resurrect
some stupid old rule

just to show who's boss.

We've been over this.

Perception is reality,
my friend, and, right now,

everyone thinks you're
Sergeant Stick up the Butt.

Is that what everyone thinks?

Yes, Sergeant Stick Up the Butt.

It's already an extraordinary
courtesy you're extended to her,

but rules are rules, right?

What's got you
flopping around on the dock?

Her.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, she's one of those cops
you don't want to go up against,

and that's coming from me.

I know who it's coming from,
Sid. I'm right here.

You feel the same way,
don't you?

Captain Terrell.

Let's have her.

Good morning.

And to you, Captain.

As an ex-Marine,
I know you know how that bond

to your fellow brothers
and sisters never leaves you.

I myself never got

to serve, but

I'm honoring
my brother's service by...

By shaking down merchants
with your uniform and your rank.

The Marines still mean a whole
lot of things to me, Captain,

but cheap sentiment
isn't one of them.

I am not shaking down anyone.

I am sharing what I've earned,

the fruits of respect
for my service.

If you'll agree to stop
harvesting your precinct,

I will let this pass
with a "warned and admonished."

So, same as yesterday.

What do you think,
he bargains himself down?

You can cloak this
in any flag you want,

but the fact remains,

it is against our rules
and a burden on merchants.

Who contribute gladly.
Have you even asked them?

Captain, I am not going
any further down

this rabbit hole with you.

Take the offer.

Commissioner, Lieutenant,

I appreciate the courtesy
you've shown me,

but I'm afraid
I cannot accept your offer.

I'll see you in the trial room.

Trial room? Seriously?

Sergeant, one more.

Officer.

Yes, Sergeant.

I think you
forgot something.

You new here?

Yeah.

- Transferred last week.
- From?

Uptown. The 5-1.

Okay, well, down here,
we salute the front desk

when we enter the command,
per the patrol guide.

Okay.

What's your shield number?

Officer.

Without looking at it,

what's your shield number?

What's your shield number? Hey!

Hey, hey, stop that cop!

Stop him!

Hey, hey, you!

Stop him!

Badillo, get his gun.

Got it.

Hands behind
your back.

You got cuffs?

Hey, stay up here.

Mattresses, 50% off

to police officers
and first responders.

Four nights

in Orlando, Florida,
including

airfare for the price

of two nights, same.

Snowblowers,

50% off sticker, same.

I think we get it, Captain.

But, Your Honor,
I still got a couple of d...

I said I think we get it.

So, you see my point?

I see that discounts
are advertised

by select businesses
to our police officers.

Commissioner Reagan?

Your rebuttal?

These merchants are offering
these discounts.

It's a whole different ballgame
when a cop is demanding one.

I don't demand.

The moment you show your shield

and ask the price,

it is an implied demand.

The moment a cop

places his radio
on that lunch counter,

it is an implied demand.

I invite to a good cause.

Your Honor,
this is a two-tiered,

outdated system.

NYPD prohibits its officers

from taking discounts
offered on the job,

and yet discounts are

freely, legally
available

to our officers
each and every day,

so, which is it, Commissioner?

I certainly admit
there are discrepancies,

and I thank Captain Terrell

for pointing that out.

But it is not the prerogative
of any officer

to decide for herself

that a rule is outdated,

and so currently act
as if it had been repealed.

The challenge to a rule or a law

always comes before a change.

A pillar of effective policing
depends on respect for the law

as it stands,

not by personal interpretation.

I have all I need.

I will forward my recommendation

to the
commissioner's office.

But I commend you

for your advocacy.

- That and 50 cents.
- Pardon?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Well, isn't this
a pleasant surprise.

Well, you're very kind,

but the reason for my visit
is unpleasant.

And not much of
a surprise, either.

You were expecting me?

It's my job.
Please, take a seat.

Well, Garrett,

I know you have seen what
they've been saying about me

on Square of the Centre
and the family.

- Of course.
- And now they've dragged

poor Anthony into it
for no reason.

Not no reason,
very good reason.

To demonstrate that even
your closest friends

have nothing nice
to say about you.

Thank you, Garrett.

Hey, you knew what
you were getting into

when you threw
your hat in the ring.

It's time to thicken that skin.

So, this is about me
running for D.A.

Probably.

And Crawford is behind this--

this underground smear campaign?

Certainly was
my first thought...

Okay. So, what do we do?

...which usually means
it was a dumb idea.

What?

In politics,

if you catch your mind
moving in a certain direction,

it's a pretty safe bet that
someone wants it going that way.

Meaning...

whomever is doing this
wants me to think it's Crawford.

- Exactly.
- So, it's not Crawford?

Or it actually is Crawford.

Or...

it really is Anthony

pretending not to be Anthony

pretending to be Crawford.

Uh, you have me
totally confused.

That's the point.

What am I supposed to do?

- Let me look into it.
- In the meantime,

I do what?

- Absolutely nothing.
- I'm not very good at that.

You think I don't know that?

It's the Reagan Achilles' heel.

Buffett was my first concert.

- You're a Parrothead?
- Mm-hmm.

What's a
Parrothead?

- Yeah, my thought exactly.
- Come on.

Parrotheads are fans
of Jimmy Buffett.

We are a very...

- proud breed.
- Oh!

Whoa.

My first concert was Kiss
at the Garden in 1983.

No, it wasn't.
It was Michael Jackson.

I got you the tickets.

No, actually, Dad,

it was in fact
Kiss at the Garden,

before Michael Jackson, in 1983.

No, that's impossible.

You were, like, 11.

I was actually ten.

You snuck out.

I did. I'm sorry.
Whoa!

My first concert
was 50 Cent.

No, your first concert

was the Rolling Stones.
Your mom and I took you.

No. My first concert
was 50 Cent.

- Uh... he snuck out.
- What?

Whoa!

- See, you reap what you sow.
- Thanks, Dad.

My first concert
was Old Blue Eyes

at the Paramount.

There was a band called
Old Blue Eyes?

- God help him.
- Frank Sinatra.

When singers
actually could sing.

- There you go.
- Springsteen was my first.

The Tracks Tour.
Mom made me bring you

instead of
Gary Iannico.

I heard Gary dumped you
after that.

No, I broke up with him.

That's not what he told me.

Black Album. Jay-Z.

Madison Square Garden.
- I will never forget it.
- Wow.

- I was there.
- No, you weren't.

I was there, at the Garden.
I was there.

So was I.

Yeah, see?

All right. Dad, you're
the only one who hasn't shared.

What was your first concert?
Yeah, come on, Dad.

Well, you're not gonna
believe it.

- I've never been to a concert.
- What?

- You've never been to a concert?
- That's not possible.

Everybody's been to a concert.

- That's not possible.
- Tell us you've never

- been to a concert?
- Nope.

Not the Stones. Nope.

- or Elton, Zeppelin?
- Nope.

Not even after you married Mom?

Well, you're mother and I
preferred to make our own music.

Oh.

Oh!

No! No.

That's smooth, Dad.
I don't want to know.

Yeah, I thought so.

There was a fake Rod Stewart

making the rounds
a few years back.

- You remember him?
- No.

Walking in and out
of restaurants

and clubs on the arm.

He even got invited
backstage to Hamilton.

Wow. Surprised I didn't
buy him dinner, too.

Come on, Danny.

I'm a detective first grade.

I can't be getting fooled
by some local yokel.

Detective Reagan.
- Yeah.

A Jimmy Buffett's
looking for you?

What?

Detective Reagan?

You again?

You didn't have enough fun
fooling me once?

Listen, I know what
you're thinking.

No, what I'm thinking is
fool me once, shame on me.

Fool me twice, and I'm gonna
throw you out of here

- on your ass.
- So I came prepared.

I got a passport,
driver's license.

Here. Take a look.

It is Jimmy Buffett.
What do you know.

- Yeah, it really is me.
- Wow.

Yeah, but I heard
you had a little problem

with a... a guy
who was pretending to be me.

Yeah. Yeah, he-he fooled me.

You think you could help me
find him again?

What, so you and him
can have a little chat?

Yes, that.

Yeah. I'd love to.

You familiar with a woman
named Ashley Adams?

Uh, no. I don't think so.
Should I be?

- I know her.
- You do?

Yeah, uh, she's one
of the new interns.

Started a couple of months ago.

That's right.
Do you know how she got her job?

Sure.
Uh, through a program we run

with the local colleges.

Poly-sci majors,
that kind of thing.

Very good. But she didn't have
to go through all that trouble.

Do you know why?

Because she's the
- mayor's cousin.
- What?

- Seriously?
- And she's not poly sci.

She's computer sci.

Intern by day,
hacker by night, which is why

she was able to self-assign

her IP to your log-ins.

I literally didn't understand
one single word you just said.

I'll cut to the chase.

Neither of you are the target
of this attack.

Okay, well, that's a relief.

My father is.

The negative press swirling
around you two this week,

not to mention
the colorful smearings

of the good Reagan name.

Great stuff for the mayor
to have in his back pocket.

There she is.

Where do you think
- you're going?
- Hey, Anthony.

To send her packing.

Easy, big guy.

We want her
to stay right where she is.

Wait. We do?

Sure we sure do, and
when the time is right,

we'll funnel false information
back to her and the mayor.

Okay. Now I'm interested.

Which is why
she's to be made none the wiser

that we're on to her.

I have to say, Garrett,

I'm a little bit freaked out
and a lot bit impressed.

Your father refuses
to play politics.

It's why he has me.

Hey, it's cranking
out there, huh?

Hey, I'd be happy to take you
to my favorite spot.

Oh, that's okay. Nah,
it's too much trouble.

And plus, who's
gonna run the store?

Oh, man, I'll close up.

Hey, it's 5:00 o'clock
- somewhere, right?
- Yeah.

All over the world, huh?

Hey, Dickie.

Got someone I'd
like you to meet.

Dickie Delaney.

Hi, Jimmy.

Boy, you've really
gone too far this time.

- I'm sorry.
- You tried to scam a cop.

What the hell were you thinking?

I swear, I didn't know
he was a cop. I didn't.

- Tell him.
- It's true. He didn't know.

No excuse. You need
to pay him for the dinner.

That's all I have.

- I don't want it.
- Take it.

I'm good for the rest of it.

And you, take a year off.
Understand?

Yes, Jimmy, I understand.

How's the family?

Oh, they're good.

Yeah, Maria finally

got engaged to that boyfriend.

- About time.
- Yeah.

Give 'em my best.

I will.

Come here, Chief.

And you get your ass back
to Georgia and stay there.

Yes, sir.

Exactly how long
has this been going on?

Mid-'80s, give or take.

And you're okay with it?

Yeah, you know,
couple of days a year,

he can run out, play me,
and have a blast.

The rest of the time,
he lives a very hard life.

For all that I've been given,

if I can't show a little mercy,
who would I be?

You're a good man,
Jimmy Buffett.

Good to see you, Detective.
- Take care.
- You too.

Hey, those vintage boards--
can you show me those?

Oh, this one? Yeah. Right here.

What do you think-- is that me?

You asked for a day to think,
and he gave it.

And I appreciate that.

You asked for your day
in court, and you got it.

Yes.

And the court found for the PC.

Now, we're fresh out
of breaks here, Captain.

Will you cease and desist
in exchange for the warning?

Sid.

Give us the room.

Boss?

Thank you.

Would you please have a seat?

What's the real reason?

I feel it my duty
to give back...

What's the real reason?

I was hoping
it wouldn't come to this.

It has.

I am a Black woman

whose sense of pride

and purpose in my job
as a cop is shot.

The disrespect and...

...suspicion that
even my friends

and family treat me with
nowadays...

...has ground me down.

I take off my uniform
at the end of my tour,

and I'm still wearing it
in their eyes,

like I'm some kind of traitor.

What I'm able

to do for those vets--

to bring them the stuff

I can get for them
because I wear the uniform--

is the only reason
I can put it on each day.

Please don't say, "I can't
expect you to understand."

Give me that.

Okay.

Your excellent point
in the trial room was

that deep discounts are
widely available to cops.

Discounts, not handouts.

Yes.

So... get discounts.

No more handouts.

How big a discount?

Do I look like
your sales manager?

No, sir.

That is all, Captain.

- Anderson.
- Here, Sarge.

Just a quick minute.

The other day, a police
impersonator came through

those doors and tried to get
access to our locker room.

Turns out this
impersonator

entered the locker rooms
of numerous precincts

throughout the city
and stole two guns.

Needless to say, IAB is swarming
those precincts now.

Thanks to Sergeant Reagan

bringing back the desk salute,

that will not happen here.

Here, he was collared.

As you were.

Officer Badillo.

Here, Sergeant.

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