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(elevator bell dings)

Ill close out the job over the radio,

but you guys should circle back here later

and make sure they dont start going at it again.

On it.

Excuse us.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey. Hey, guys, coming through.

Come on. Get out of the way.

Yo, watch it!

You just hit my foot.

I think youre gonna be all right.

Did you hear him?

You just slammed that door into him!

Right into him!

Nobody slammed anything.

MAN: Thats not what it looked like

from over here.

You should apologize.

MAN 2: Yeah. Apologize.

Im sorry that you didnt step out of the way.

Oh, so its

my

fault?

His fault?

Easy, guys.

Okay, everyone calm down.

Its nobodys fault.

Have a nice day.

Yo, what are yall even doing here, anyway?

Seriously, yo. What you guys doing up in here?

Doing our job, sir.

(scoffs) Job.

Well, nobody wants you piggies here.

Why dont yall just get to steppin.

Sir, I am asking you politely to please step away.

And if we dont, what, hmm?

What you finna do?

What you gonna do?

Have a good day, gentlemen.

Yeah, nothing. Thats what I thought.

Yeah.

Yeah, thats right, piggies, run along.

This little piggy went to the market.

You heard him.

This little piggy stayed home.

Oh, he stayed home, huh?

This little piggy went "wee wee wee" all the way home.

(overlapping chatter)

What? MAYA: Hey.

Its not worth it.

(snorting like pig) Lets go.

Yeah, thats right, take that badge

and that gun off,

Ill kick your ass right here.

Thats a fact.

My man got you on cam, son.

Uh-huh.

Got everything right here.

Jump out of here.

You little bacon bits.

Close that door, man.

Yo, get in your car and drive off.

Come on, man, yall taking too long.

Get out of here.

Get out of here, man...

(indistinct chatter over video)

Yo, get in your car and drive off.

Come on, man, yall taking too long.

(siren chirping)

Get out of here.

Get out of here, man...

Captain Espinoza.

Commissioner.

Captain.

Sit down.

You know why youre here?

The incident at the Beame Complex.

Incident?

Police action.

GARRETT: Try "disgrace." Weve all seen

the same playback on the news.

Which is part of the problem, isnt it, sir?

The fact that every citizen has a camera phone.

Whats that mean?

Its only a disgrace because it was recorded?

No.

Then please spare us that excuse.

Yes, sir.

The problem is the way

your officers handled the situation.

They were in a tough spot.

My officers were being taunted and provoked.

But there was nothing really actionable on the scene.

One could even commend them for not taking the bait.

Commended for what?

For allowing themselves to be ridiculed,

abused, and cursed at?

With all due respect, sir,

things are different out there these days.

Were here every day, Captain.

We know exactly how things are these days.

Yes, sir. My only point...

Your point was, your cops

are afraid of ending up in the paper

under a police brutality headline.

Yes, sir.

So instead,

you give your tacit approval to them

to be abused and ridiculed, and in turn they bring shame

to this entire department!

Something you want to say?

No, sir.

The oath of office you took include the words "play nice"?

No, sir.

That is all.

♪

MOLLY: Looking good, Danny the Cop.

I know you?

You do.

What, did I collar you?

You did.

Shouldnt you be in jail?

I just came off of nine months inside,

and Im proud to say that Im done with that life.

Ive been straight ever since you cuffed me.

Thats great. Parole office is six blocks thataway.

Actually, Im here to see you.

Part of your 12-step program,

you got to apologize, make amends?

Well, I accept. Now you can have a good life.

I need a favor.

(chuckles): No. I dont do favors

for people who try to kill me.

Even if I do you one first?

Huh?

(sighs)

The bodega on the corner of Jewel and Meserole is

selling nines out the back door.

Ill be sure to check that out.

Now you scratch

my

back?

Look, if you want me to write a letter for you

vouching for you for a job or something,

you could stop buttering me up, okay? Because I cant do it.

So have a nice day.

Yeah, I dont want no letter.

I aint kissing your ass either.

Good.

My brothers a good kid.

More like his mother than his sister.

But Ive been upstate,

and then, when I get out,

I find out hes mixed up in a gang.

Well, maybe you should have been a better role model.

Look, I got dozens of cases backed up here.

I need to get back to work.

I just gave you a freebie to get some guns off the street.

All Im asking is for you to have a conversation with him.

Reagan! My office.

Yeah, boss?

Shut the door.

How do I look?

Boss?

Do I look like

I just got my ass kicked?

Uh, Im sorry, boss...

Well, I just did. I got my ass kicked,

and then I got it handed back to me.

Sorry to hear that, sir.

But not surprised.

It seems the commissioner has a very strong opinion about me

and my leadership style, almost as if he has a fly on the wall around here,

or maybe just a son of his.

Sir, if youre suggesting that Im reporting to my father

about things at the 2-9, youre dead wrong.

Am I?!

Absolutely.

Then why the hell did he just rip me a new one

over this crap at the Beame Complex?

Because it happened on your watch.

It happened on

my

watch, it happened on

your

watch.

I know that.

And believe me, Im just as pissed about that as One PP seems to be.

So you agree with your father?

I agree with the commissioner, sir.

I brought you here based on your reputation as a good cop,

but if youre a snitch, Ill have your ass.

I do not care who your daddy is.

♪

I know it looks bad.

The police are running away

with their tails between their legs.

It doesnt

look

bad; it

is

bad.

I see that, but in the moment

it felt like the right thing to do.

How?

(sighs) They wanted us to engage,

begging us to take the bait.

We felt the smartest move was to just ignore them.

They called you pigs, they threatened to kick your ass.

Right there you got disorderly conduct and harassment:

grounds to give them a summons, at least.

Which would have escalated things.

Then you cuff em up.

You shut the whole thing down.

Its actually a pretty funny story.

Come on, why dont you tell your mom?

No, no, no, you tell it.

Youre so much better at it than me.

Aw, dont be silly. I love your stories.

Only because you love me.

Why dont you draw straws to see who tells me?

Okay. So, Ill tell the story.

(laughs)

Although now theres so much buildup.

Please, just tell me.

Long story short, we met in a coffee shop

when I accidentally took her almond milk latte

and she nearly took my head off.

Okay, I did not. I just

very politely said...

"Thats my coffee, jerk."

Well, maybe I was a little aggressive, but...

in my defense, obviously I hadnt had my coffee yet.

But when I realized why he took it,

I felt badly.

It had my name on it.

But also

my

name on it.

We have the same name.

Im Nicholas.

And Im Nicky.

But all my friends call me Nicky.

So were Nicky and Nicky.

Isnt that so cute?

That sure is cute.

Nicholas, can I ask you a question?

Yeah. Fire away.

How old are you?

(speaking indistinctly)

DANNY: Romeo, Romeo,

wherefore art thou?

I know you?

No.

But I know you.

Youre Five-O.

What gave it away?

Look, man, I do something?

I dont know. Did you?

Peace, yo.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, kid.

What?

Look, we got to have a talk, me and you.

About what?

About your future.

(laughs): Oh. Yeah. I get it.

Yeah, youre him, right?

Whos him?

Yeah, youre my sisters cop crush.

I dont know anything about a crush, okay?

She just asked me to talk to you. Well, I do.

Youre here to get me off the street, straighten my ass out,

and get me onto the honor roll

and all that.

I was thinking

maybe we just have a cup of coffee and start there.

Well, how about thanks but no thanks?

Hey, wait a minute.

Yo, I said Im not interested, man. Hey!

Hands up in the air.

Yo.

Hands up.

What are...?

Get your hands up.

Turn around. Turn around.

Hands on your head.

Interlock your fingers. Right now!

There you go.

So much for the honor roll, tough guy.

Hes 30, Anthony.

Okay. How old is she? 22.

I-Is he a good guy? Is he nice?

Hes 30.

Does it seem like he treats her good?

It seems like hes 30.

Thats not so bad-- just a couple years difference.

Eight. Eight years difference.

Look, it happens.

Theyre so disgustingly cute together.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. No, you tell the story."

"Oh, no,

you

tell the story." "But you tell it so good."

"No,

you

tell it so good." Ugh.

Puppy love. What are you gonna do?

Puppies are not 30, Anthony.

And get this, his name is Nicholas.

So?

He goes by Nicky.

Ew.

Yeah.

"Nicky and Nicky. Isnt that so cute?"

Wanted to gouge my eyes out with a fork.

Maybe you can just call him by his last name.

Papadopoulos? I dont think so.

Nickys boyfriend is Nicholas Papadopoulos?

Yeah. Why? You know him?

No, but I know his uncle, and so do you.

Whos his uncle?

MOLLY: There you are!

What the hell do you think youre doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell do you think

youre

doing?

Oh, you think its funny.

No.

What?

I got this.

No, I dont think its funny.

In fact, theres nothing funny

about a 16-year-old punk walking around my city

with a gun.

I asked you to talk to him, not arrest him!

He had a gun.

I cant believe you.

What?

I thought you was gonna help me.

Look, Im not your friend. All right, Im not your family.

Im-Im sorry that your kid brother

had a loaded gun and that doesnt fit

your Norman Rockwell view of what your family is.

Hes my baby brother.

And he should know better.

And quite frankly, so should you.

Okay, youre no innocent in this.

Okay. Look, youre right.

Im sorry for coming in here all hot, okay?

Okay.

Im sorry I got hot back.

I understand its difficult, right? Its your brother.

You know, is there anything you can do?

You know, can you talk to him?

I know that gun is not his.

You know, maybe you talk to him,

he tells you whose it is.

I could try.

Ballistics came back on that gun.

Its got five bodies on it.

(sighs)

Good morning, Commissioner Moore.

You call this morning?

0700 hours, sir.

If that means "crack of dawn" in English, then yeah.

What the hell are we doing here?

Please follow me.

(indistinct chatter on monitor)

MAN: Stand by for the commissioners command.

Whats happened?

Nothing yet.

GARRETT: Yet?

Thought you might like to see this live.

See what live?

The Beame Complex?

Is that a tank?

ESU BearCat.

MAN: All teams set at Beame Complex.

And helicopters? Whats going on here?

Chief, you are a go.

Thats it, its a go. Move in, move in!

(sirens wailing)

Go, lets go.

(overlapping shouting)

Watch your backs.

Go, go, go!

Come on, double time.

(sirens wailing over monitor)

(helicopter blades whirring)

REPORTER: Its bedlam down here.

Basically anyone who has ever committed a crime,

has an outstanding warrant,

or has failed to pay even a parking ticket

is being rounded up here this morning at the Beame Complex.

(Jamie speaks indistinctly)

The NYPD is sending a message...

All right, lets get this car out of here.

Do me a favor, get the press back.

Yes, sir.

20 yards.

Hey, where do you want these guys, Sarge?

Right here, one and two.

Come on, guys.

Move it, come on.

Move.

JANKO: Give em a good toss

before you put em in the van.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Stop! Police!

Stop!

Police!

(both grunt)

What the hell are you doing?

I didnt do nothing.

Give me your hands.

Give me your hands!

God, I didnt do anything, okay?

Yeah, then why are you running?

Someone said the cops were coming.

Well, you wouldnt have to worry

about that if you didnt do anything.

Get on your knees.

Get up. Come on.

Go.

Its not my gun.

It was in your pants.

Yeah, cause I was holding it for someone.

Who?

I cant say.

You cant say?

Truth.

Do you realize what the hells going on here?

This isnt like getting caught

passing a note to your girlfriend in math class.

That gun has been involved in five different homicides.

Do you understand what that means?

It means this gun

was used to kill five people.

And the gun was found on your person,

which means you killed the five people.

It aint me, man. I didnt kill nobody.

You really think a jurys gonna believe that?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

the ballistics on this weapon

match the evidence found in multiple homicides.

The defendants fingerprints were found on the weapon,

and the detective in the case

found the weapon on the defendant.

Doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure out who the killer is.

Well, it aint me, cause I didnt kill nobody.

Well, somebody did, and my money is on you.

Man, I did not kill anybody.

Then who did?

I dont know!

All you have to do is give us a name.

I cant.

You cant, or you wont?

Are you scared? You think if you talk to us,

youre gonna get whacked?

Im not scared of nothing, miss. I just cant.

So, what are you gonna say?

Honestly, I have no idea.

No plan? Thats your plan?

Yeah, I know.

Does she have any idea whats coming?

Not a clue.

Here she comes.

Wait, where are you going?

Far, far away.

Hey, Nicky.

Anthony.

Twice in the same week.

You must really miss me.

Always.

Thats not why Im here.

Why dont we take a seat?

Im here because of Nicky. You think hes too old for me.

That is not it.

I like that hes more mature.

Guys my age are still just running around

like drunken frat boys.

I like being with a man.

Its true.

Hes a man and Im a woman.

Thats something that I hope you can accept.

But youre still a young woman,

one with not a lot of experience.

Um, Mom, I hate to break it to you,

but I have a lot more experience than you think.

I was not talking sexually,

but thank you for that.

I was talking about life experiences,

talking about seeing things as they really are

and not as they appear to be.

What are you getting at?

Your new boyfriends uncle is Ray Giannopoulos.

His sister, Nicholass mother, is Sofia Papadopoulos.

Okay, and?

Ray Giannopoulos is a crooked real estate developer

with deep ties to the mob.

He is also the target

of my current investigation.

We go to trial in less than a month.

Oh, my God.

What a crazy coincidence.

Or... not a coincidence.

Wait, you...

You think that Nicholas is seeing me so that what?

Nicholas works for one of his uncles umbrella companies.

Common sense and experience tells me that...

...there is a connection between him dating you

and me investigating his uncle.

Of course you think that, because you think

everything is about you.

Nicky.

Why cant you

just be happy that Im happy?

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I saw your car outside.

Oh, I just came by to check in.

Check in about what?

Got something on my mind

I wanted to talk to you about.

But I just realized I came here not as your son but as a cop.

As a sergeant, actually,

who has an opinion on what we did today

at the Beame Complex in your precinct.

Thanks for this.

Thats right.

Youre not the only one

who thinks the punishment doesnt fit the crime.

Just seemed like we used a sledgehammer

to bang down a couple nails.

Probably right.

But a tit-for-tat response

would just be like a slap on the wrist

in return for a punch in the face.

What are we gonna do, call em names?

But this shock and awe, Dad.

Seems like one step forward, two steps back

in terms of community relations.

I got mixed feelings about that.

So do I.

You do?

(sighs)

Youre gonna find having mixed feelings

is a common occurrence now that youre a boss.

Then how do you know what to do?

You dont always.

But waiting to make the perfect decision

means youll never make any decision.

I get that.

The hard part

is finding a way to live with yourself

if you made the wrong one.

REPORTER: It was quite the scene out here at the Beame Complex,

where the NYPD responded to Mondays incident

with overwhelming force.

And to hear it from some of the residents,

they are none too happy.

MAN: A damn army came busting through here

at 6:00 in the morning,

banging on doors,

pulling people out their apartments.

Its not...

GARRETT: We need to talk.

Im a little busy right now.

Frank, its important.

How important?

I just watched

a man compare the NYPD to an occupying army,

and you know what? The images support his position.

Good.

Good?

Because maybe that man will think twice

about abusing our officers

or tolerating it from his neighbors.

What happened to community policing?

It takes a number of forms, including this one.

I dont think you understand.

Its not playing like strength. Its playing like weakness.

Okay.

Thats a problem.

Only if youre interested in how it plays.

Thats my job.

Yes, but not mine.

Proceed.

Aviation.

Right. Continue.

Theyre fueled up and ready for our operation tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Youre doing it again?

The Fitzmorris Complex in the 6-4.

Please tell me hes joking.

Live from New York, its Thursday morning.

(indistinct chatter)

Look, before you try to chew my ear off,

okay, I tried talking to your brother again.

I know.

What do you mean, you know?

I spoke to him this morning,

and I smacked him upside the head

for not cooperating with you.

Well, I appreciate that.

Yeah, and then he told me who gave him the gun.

And he gave me an address, too. He...

Did he give you a name?

Yup. Jimmy Matson. Jim.

You mean that Jimmy Matson right there?

Picked him up already?

Mm-hmm. I mean, I had to talk to every informant

that I know in the city pretty much before his name

finally popped, but I got him.

Now I just got to see if I can get him to crack.

You did all that for me?

No, I... did it for the city of New York.

I need your support.

With what?

He means with the commissioner.

The commissioner?

So formal this afternoon, Abigail.

It feels appropriate to the circumstances.

And what are the circumstances?

You called the meeting.

Apparently to talk about our boss

behind closed doors, behind his back.

Hey. Im just telling it like it is.

Just what kind of support

you looking for, Garrett?

Commissioners pissed. I get it.

The footage of the cops being ridiculed made us look weak,

but Frank is overreacting.

Well, I dont feel that way.

Neither do I.

You think this is a good thing?

Him storming into these neighborhoods

like an occupying force.

Thats what theyre calling us in the press, you know.

I think the commissioner recognizes

that if you give them an inch, they will take a mile.

He also knows, when youre out there in the streets,

if they dont respect your authority,

you might as well have a bulls-eye on your forehead.

Garrett, I believe you mean well

in that youre trying to help the department,

but this might be an instance

where you should trust the commissioners judgment.

Time to have your guys back.

Even if your guy is driving full speed into a brick wall?

You really think so?

I disagree.

Me, too. Hey.

Put it away.

Jacks texting me.

Yeah, I dont care.

Put it away, please.

Something going on over there?

Nope. All good.

Whats the emergency, Sean?

Its my brother, your grandson.

Is he wounded?

It can be an emergency without any bleeding.

DANNY: Its not an emergency, okay?

Were having a tiny little situation with Jack. Thats it.

What kind of situation?

Is he in trouble?

Whats up with Jack?

Nothing.

Dad canceled his meal plan and is shutting off his phone.

What did he do?

Wow.

Thats enough.

Its more of what he didnt do... at all, last week.

NICKY: Hmm.

What is he talking about?

Sounds like Jacks been skipping some classes.

No, not just some.

Yes, just some.

Everythings fine.

Can we drop it now, please?

Then why are you starving him?

(quiet laughter)

To teach him a lesson? What do you think?

Its just a little harsh, dont you think?

I mean, skipping classes

is part of the college experience.

Hi. Im Nicky. Have you seen my mother?

What I mean is that its not the end of the world.

You heard her, everybody.

I did.

I think its great what youre doing.

You do?

Yeah. My dad didnt care at all what I did,

and I got away with a lot of things

I probably shouldnt have.

Yeah.

Im not sure Jack would agree.

Maybe not now, but one day.

Yeah, I like that. I think thats right.

Are you kidding? You hated how strict Dad was with us.

Excuse me?

DANNY: He wasnt even strict with him.

He was too worn out from being strict

with me, you, and Joe all the time.

I dont think I was that strict with any of you.

(both scoff)

I would have

my reaction, and then

your mother would make me cut it in half.

That was half?

I dont even want to know about the half that was left out.

You want to talk about strict, that one wrote the book.

Spare the rod, spoil the child.

I say good for you.

Thank you.

And I say, consider cutting it in half,

like I had to.

And I just dont think

that cutting classes merits being starved to death.

Okay, well, then Ill starve him

half

to death.

Okay? Everyone happy now? Good.

(soft laughter)

Okay.

I was a good kid.

(laughter)

I really wish my mother wasnt coming by later.

What? Your mother?

Shes such a scatterbrain.

Always leaving her stuff behind.

But dont worry.

We still have an hour.

Mmm.

Let me just freshen up.

Youre not gonna be long, are you?

Just a few minutes.

Put some music on if you want.

(phone camera clicking)

Ready or not, here I come.

Oh. Youre really beautiful.

You are really charming.

I love the way you look at me.

I want a picture of that look.

Something the matter?

I just hate it when my mother is right.

(laughs) Right about what?

You.

JAMIE: Yes. No, I dont have an estimate.

Sergeant, you getting a handle on this?

Were still packed to the gills with the arrests from the raid.

We got no room for todays collars, boss.

Sarge?

Holding cells-- full. Where you want to put em?

Transport vans coming to take em to C.B.

In the meantime, check upstairs, see if the squads got room.

All right? Yeah.

Next time I come out of my office,

this place better not be looking like Penn Station.

Yes, sir.

Sarge, I got to talk to you.

Not now. Hello.

Its important.

A little busy if you havent noticed, all right?

Sarge, toilet overflowed.

Put a uniform outside the ladies room.

Were gonna have to share.

Im talking about the ladies room.

Guys toilet went out like an hour ago.

Just give me a second.

Sarge, I need you!

What is it?

I cant tell you here. I got to tell you in private.

Look around. Theres nowhere private. Just spit it out.

Okay, so remember how I was telling you

that guy I collared from the Beame Complex looked familiar?

We collared a hundred people from the Beame Complex, Eddie.

No, no.

Absolutely not. Just hold em

outside in the vans, all right?

This is the guy that jumped out the window.

What? Hes a murderer.

Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?

Remember the Bushwick Butcher, maniac who hacked up that family

last summer?

Of course I remember, yeah.

NYPD tracked down the case for months.

All we ended up with was some DNA we couldnt find a match to.

And a composite sketch from the surviving victim.

Bushwick Butcher, my guy.

When does it end?

When law and order is restored, thats when it ends.

Youre disrupting, not restoring.

Well... (sighs)

You just dont get it.

That makes millions of us.

Who what? Who didnt like the pictures they saw on television?

Sorry about that. Couldnt be helped.

And your attitudes almost as troubling as your actions.

Garrett, could we just call it a day

before I call security on you?

Then call em and toss me out.

But until then, Im right here doing my job.

As the back seat driver.

As the one guy whos gonna say

enough with the shock and awe.

What youre doing is not serving public interest.

Look, I cant just issue press releases condemning thugs.

I have to take measures, and I am.

I know. You dont care what anybody else thinks.

Oh, yeah, I do.

I care about a classroom full of kids

who cant get an education

cause their teachers too scared

of the hoods in the back row.

The silent majority? Theyre back?

They never left.

And they saw what that crowd did to our cops.

And they go, "If they can act that way

toward police officers, what about us?"

What about

the mom who has to race

across that lobby just to protect her frightened kids,

or the old lady whos afraid to go for groceries?

Then make that case!

I just did.

How? Actions speak louder than words.

And whats that from-- The Art of War?

No. Abe Lincoln said it first.

You got a minute, Captain?

Think youre gonna want to see this.

Remember this guy?

I do. The Bushwick Butcher.

Looks a lot like this guy, doesnt he?

Who is he?

John Mendoza. He was one of the crew

that bullied our cops. The camera man.

Geez.

Yeah, luckily, we got a second crack at him.

Officer Janko collared him when we took the Beame Complex.

Put a cop on that cell ASAP.

I dont want this guy getting lost in our chaos.

Already done.

And contact the detective who worked this case.

Im sure they had DNA left behind at one of the murders.

Detective Larkin is on his way.

Also, Officer Janko gave the perp a cup of water,

then sealed it in an envelope when he was done drinking it.

Labs running the DNA right now.

This is damn good work, Sergeant.

All Officer Janko, sir.

Ill make sure to give her my thanks.

Captain.

You know, Reagan,

there are a lot of folks at this precinct

that are gonna be better cops because of your leadership.

Including me.

Boss.

Jordan Amendola.

August 2016.

Bobby Katz, September 2016.

Jamal Richardson, January 2018.

Harry Dunn, March 2018.

Lawrence Indigo.

June 2018.

All five of them murdered with the gun that you had in your possession.

Each time the trigger was pulled by a different person.

Nick Tedesco.

Matt Kleeber.

Roddy Mack.

Rich Leeds.

And the guy who gave you the gun, Jimmy Matson.

You know all five of these killers

because they were all Trip Treys, am I right?

Yeah. And you can only become

a Trip Trey if you kill someone yourself.

Anyone. Randomly.

Am I right?

Yeah.

Its the initiation. You got to blood in, blood out.

Blood in, blood out.

You kill somebody to join a club.

So?

You were up next.

Were you gonna do it?

I dont know.

Come on.

Were you gonna do it or not?

I dont know.

Well, then youre a lucky man.

Cause all five of your so-called tough guy friends

ratted on each other.

25 years.

25 years.

25 years. 25 years.

Except for him, cause he talked first, so...

hes getting a break-- guess what hes doing.

What?

20 years.

So theyre all going to jail?

Mm-hmm.

Theyll all be put away till theyre old men.

So now its time

for

you

to choose.

You gonna join these knuckleheads

and go off to prison until youre an old man, too?

Or are you gonna try to... live the straight life?

Im gonna try living the straight life. No doubt.

I sure as hell hope so.

And Ill sure as hell be checking up on you to make sure you do.

So, um...

am I... am I free to go?

No.

Youre gonna do three months.

For the gun.

I want you to see the life that you will have

if you dont live the straight life.

♪

MOLLY: Doing some time

should be good for him.

Yeah. Should set him right quick.

Thank you, you know, for doing all this.

No. Theres no way to know

if your brother wouldve actually went through with it.

Though odds are...

somebodys walking around enjoying their life today

who wouldnt be if you hadnt come to me, so good on you.

No, I mean for going the extra mile.

Nobody does that anymore.

But its what you do.

I just do my job. Honest.

No. Mm-mm. Theres lots of cops out there

that wouldve told me to piss off.

But not you.

Your brothers 16 years old, and hes all you got left.

Ironically, Im kind of in the same boat.

And if Im being honest, Im no angel,

so that probably played a part in this.

All you got left?

What, theres no Mrs. Danny the Cop? (chuckles)

(sighs): No.

No, Mrs. Danny the Cop died a year and a half ago.

My oldest son just went off to college,

and my youngest boy, my 16-year-old, Sean,

hes, uh... gonna follow in his footsteps,

so pretty soon its gonna be Danny the Cop

alone in the house all by himself.

Mm. Sounds lonely.

Well...

Maybe you need, like, a roommate?

Yeah, I dont think thats a good idea.

Why? You just find someone youre compatible with.

Because Im incompatible, thats why.

(laughs): I dont know about that.

I mean, look at us, right? Were total opposites,

and somehow, you know,

weve got more in common than people would think.

Yeah. Yeah, we do have a few little things in common. Maybe.

One big thing, I think.

Whats that?

Im no angel either.

Too soon?

Yeah, maybe.

I hear you.

I should let you go.

But Im not gonna let you go, if you know what I mean.

You take it easy, Molly.

Always...

Danny the Cop.

(door closes)

ABETEMARCO: Shes NYPD blue through and through.

You got my e-mail?

You bet we did.

Thats some surveillance sting you ran, Nicky.

Five million family dinners about nothing but cop talk,

and youre sure to learn something, right?

I promise to never, ever get on your bad side.

Thanks, Anthony.

Hes right, you know.

That was some good work.

Im really sorry.

Oh, come on, no, youre not.

Youve earned your right to gloat.

The last thing I want to do is gloat.

That man was using you.

Thanks... for reminding me.

Yes, Mom.

You know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

And yes, part of me is proud of myself

for busting him, but...

mostly Im just hurt

that a guy that I liked didnt like me back.

Nicky.

I feel like such an idiot.

Flaunting my relationship around you like Im some...

woman of the world when, in reality,

I was... just a gullible little girl.

Dont do this.

What?

Dont start blaming yourself for someone elses...

terrible behavior.

But I sh... Mm.

You trusted him-- thats what youre supposed to do.

Thats how you build a real relationship.

But this wasnt real.

No, it wasnt,

but... you learned a lesson for the next guy.

The next... much younger guy.

(laughs softly)

I knew you hated his age.

He was, like, 50.

(laughs)

You gonna be okay?

Nothing some Netflix and a few pints of ice cream cant fix.

How about we go out for your first martini instead?

Extra dry with a twist, please.

Okay, maybe its not your first martini.

ESPINOZA: Its a perfect DNA match, sir.

99.9%

Thats good work, Captain.

And a welcome contrast to last time you were up here.

Much as Id like to take the credit, I cant.

Hey, your cops, your collar.

I appreciate that, sir, but, um...

its an Officer Janko

deserves the credit.

As does

her sergeant,

for leading by example.

And Im not blowing smoke.

Well, well see

they get credit, too.

Theres someone else

deserves it-- you, sir.

This arrest is a direct result

of your show of force in my precinct.

Now you are blowing smoke.

No. He was the one shooting the video

while his crew verbally abused my cops.

What comes to mind?

Success has a thousand mothers, failure is an orphan.

Anyway, good work, and thank you.

Sir.

Gentlemen. Maam.

(door closes)

Wow.

Bushwick Butcher behind bars.

Take a victory lap, boss.

He doesnt take victory laps.

Pressll eat it up, huh, Garrett?

Little buff on the image cant hurt.

If you believe them when they say youre great,

you have to believe them when they say you suck.

Zero-sum game.

Id like to say something to all of you.

Its my job to make sure the NYPD doesnt get a black eye

in the press, but...

Im starting to come around to the idea

that its also my job

to know that sometimes...

getting a black eye is worth it.

Thats it?

Thats it.

Wheres the "however"?

There isnt one.

Wow. Thats a first.

Thank you, Commissioner Moore.

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