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The facts here
are not in question.

Richard Farmer

had dinner and drinks
at a local restaurant,

and then he got behind
the wheel of his car.

He then struck and killed
Veronica Brooks.

Mr. Farmer's blood alcohol level
was above the legal limit.

And these destructive actions
constitute

vehicular manslaughter.

All facts.

Now, the defense
argues that Mr. Farmer

has a clean record

and is the father
of two young children.

This attempt to evoke sympathy

cannot distract you
from the cold, hard facts.

Diane Brooks
lost her only child.

So the people are not asking
for your sympathy.

We're asking for justice.

It's okay, Kerstin.
Take your time.

In fact, why don't you take us
back to the beginning, okay?

A couple of friends and I
went dancing at Zero Club.

On Bleecker Street?

Yeah.

When I was ready to leave,

I texted for a car.

Rideshare company?

I've never had a problem before.

Go on.

I spotted the car outside,

just like the one
they said they were sending.

So you got in the car?

Yeah.

At first, things seemed fine.

Then I noticed we were in a
neighborhood I didn't recognize.

Next thing I knew he was
in the back seat with me,

and his face was covered
with some kind of mask.

Did he put his hands
on you, Kerstin?

He tried to pull off my dress.

That's when I opened
the car door and ran.

And you found the
two police officers

who took you to the hospital?

Yeah.

I feel so stupid.

I can't believe
I let this happen.

It's not your fault.

(groans)

I shouldn't have eaten
that breakfast burrito.

Gallon of hot sauce you used
probably didn't help.

No guts, no glory.

Keep it up, there'll be a hole
where your guts used to be.

DISPATCHER: Units confines
of the 2-9 Precinct.

Uh...

we have a confirmed 10-13.

Repeat, 10-13, officer shot

in front of 1412 River Street.

It's two blocks from here.

(siren starts)

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

Hang in there, Gordon.

Hey! What happened?

Spotted a perp
robbing a woman.

When we tried to
make the arrest,

he got hold of my
partner's gun, shot him.

All right.
On three.

One, two, three.

Where's the perp now?

Took off that way.

He's hit bad.

He's gonna be okay,
Flores.

Hey, we got this. Go.

Go to the hospital.

Hey. Worst part of the job.

And then some.

(indistinct chatter)

GORMLEY:
Detective Mulaney,

please come forward.

(camera shutter clicks)

For her bravery and sacrifice
in the line of duty,

it is my honor to award
Detective Allison Mulaney

with the Police Combat Cross.

Our city is, uh, deeply grateful
for her service.

We wish you Godspeed
in your retirement.

And whatever you need,
the NYPD is here to help.

Please.

Thank you, sir.

For as long as I can remember,
I wanted to be a cop.

Protecting this city
means everything to me.

So, there is something
I need from the NYPD.

I'm a New York City
police detective

and now a decorated one.

I want to keep on doing my job.

(light applause)

♪ ♪

Okay, guys,
uh, work the street

where Gordon got hit.
Full enforcement.

Anything comes close
to probable cause,

make the arrest,
bring them in for debriefing.

Someone knows
who did this, okay?

Hey, this guy
put Gordon in the hospital.

He's out there walking around
with his gun right now.

Nobody goes home until we nail
this son of a bitch.

All right?

ALL: Yes, sir.

Let's go.

How's he doing?

He's still in surgery.

Docs don't know if
he's gonna make it.

All right,
let's stay positive on that.

This is on me.

No, it's not, Ray.

JAMIE: Way this went down,
it could have

been you that got shot.

Be easier to live with.

Only one to blame here is
the guy who pulled the trigger.

And when I find that bastard,

I'm gonna put a bullet
in his head.

As of now, you're off-duty.

Go home. We'll get this guy.

He's not thinking straight.

Yeah, I'm in his shoes,

I'm not
thinking straight, either.

ERIN: I was actually surprised
to get your call.

I wanted to thank you
for making the jury understand

what that man did to our family.

Well, I certainly
hope the verdict

gave you some consolation.

It did.

But it won't bring
Veronica back.

She was everything I had
in this world.

And justice is the only thing
I have left to give her.

Which is why I'm here.

I understand
you'll be making

a recommendation to the judge
for Farmer's sentence.

Yes.

And you want Mr. Farmer's
sentence to fit the crime.

To the extent
it ever could, yes.

You understand that the judge
will make the decision.

But the judge relies
on the prosecutor's opinion.

You've done your homework.

Richard Farmer killed
my little girl, Ms. Reagan.

I know you'll
do the right thing.

I spoke to Kerstin's
rideshare company.

And?

Driver said when he
arrived at the location,

she wasn't there.

Which means it's possible
she got in the wrong car.

The company's been
having a lot of problems

with rogue individuals
intercepting orders

and posing as their drivers.

My Sean took one of those
to a party once.

I grounded him for a week.

Yeah, a lot of people
use them, Danny.

Yeah, but it's like
playing Russian roulette.

Every time you use one
of those cars, you never know

who the hell you're gonna get
behind the wheel.

Mm, to be fair, a lot
of these companies

have really taken
the steps to improve safety.

Safety? You know, the top
company had 6,000 reports

of sexual assault
in a two-year period?

(phone rings)

That's scary.

Big time. Reagan.

Yeah.

A security camera about a block
from the club picked up

a black sedan pulling up
about a minute

before Kerstin
was abducted. Yeah.

Got it.

They get a shot of the tags?

Yeah.

It was registered
to a Dennis Strand.

You get Kerstin down here
right away for a lineup.

I'm gonna go pick
this mutt up myself.

FRANK:
Mind if I work in?

Just kidding.

I'm not sure I could keep up.

Commissioner.

You know, you kind of
took me by surprise

at that press conference.

I want to stay on the job, sir.

A point you might have
made privately.

All due respect,

we both know
where that would have gone.

Exactly nowhere.

Clearly you don't have
a lot of faith in my judgment.

When you work a tough case,

you got to use
all the leverage you got.

I don't take well
to that kind of pressure.

And yet here you are, sir.

No detective has ever worked
an active crime scene

from a wheelchair.

We had a mayor who ran this city
from a wheelchair.

A mayor has a desk job,
a detective does not.

We aren't frontline officers.

We solve crimes that
already occurred.

And I'd put my clearance rate
up against any gold shield

in the department.

You are a gifted investigator.

But answering calls
is part of the job.

And many of my colleagues
can't climb a flight of stairs

without having a coronary.

(sighs)

All I'm asking for is a chance.

Sorry to interrupt your workout.

Dennis Strand.

Detective Reagan.

That your car?

Yeah.

Mind if I ask
where you were last night?

Um, I was working.

I deliver prescriptions.

At night?

People get sick at night, too.

Your car--

last night it was spotted

on Bleecker Street
in the vicinity

of a nightclub where
a young woman was picked up.

Driver tried to rape her.

You wouldn't happen
to know anything

about that, would you?

Of course not.

I-I mean, I... It's
possible I drove past there

last night,
but I didn't pick anybody up.

Tell you what-- since
you're such a model citizen,

maybe you wouldn't mind
coming down to the squad room,

standing in a lineup
for me, huh?

Not at all.

Great. Let's go.

Hey, what's going on?

EDP with a knife
wandered onto the playground,

started threatening
the kids.

Aah! I will do it!

(screaming)

Sir! I need you

I'm gonna do it.

I'll do it.

to put the knife down.

(shouting continues)

Is that Mr. Farmer?

WOMAN: Stand back.

Yeah, that's
why I called you.

Lives in the neighborhood.

Apparently,

he was heading home when he saw

what was going down.

We need you
to drop the knife, sir.

Look, I know you don't
want to hurt anyone.

Just put down the knife
and walk away.

Every one of you!
I'm gonna get you!

Are the officers gonna
be able to take action?

ABETEMARCO:
They can't open fire on this guy

without endangering
the kids.

Drop the knife! Now!

(grunting)

(screaming)

(indistinct chatter)

(kids screaming)

ERIN:
Mr. Farmer.

You okay?

(grunting)

The kids okay?

Yes. Yes, because of you.

Oh...

Apply pressure here.
Apply pressure, sir.

I need a bus at this
location forthwith.

That's not necessary.

Relax, Mr. Farmer.
Just take it easy, okay?

You did good,
Mr. Farmer.

You did good.

Just take it easy.

(indistinct chatter)

Eddie.

Hey.

Is it our guy?

Fits the description.

And he was
carrying Gordon's gun.

Single gunshot wound
to the head.

Flores.

What are you doing here?

Heard the job

come over the air.

Just wanted to make sure
this guy got what he had coming.

Looks like he did.

BAKER:
There are currently

11 disabled officers
serving in the NYPD.

Yeah, but on ceremonial
and administrative duty.

They're cutting ribbons

or speaking in schools.

They're not out
on the street.

Which is where Detective Mulaney

requested to be.

Oh, come on,
she practically demanded it

in a room full of reporters.

Which took guts on her part.

Well, it did.

I'm not saying it didn't,

but you can't be a detective
from a wheelchair.

You can't
chase down suspects

or run up stairs.

The Americans
with Disabilities Act

prohibits discrimination

based on disabilities.

It's not going away, Sid.

Employers have to make
reasonable accommodations

for their disabled employees.

Which we do. But allowing her
to work criminal cases

stretches the definition
of "reasonable."

Into a damn pretzel.

The ADA is still the law.

Well, you can legislate
that anyone can do anything.

It doesn't make it so.

GARRETT:
But if you deny

her request,
she can sue the department.

GORMLEY:
City cuts her a big, fat check.

Probably what she was
after in the first place.

Hey.

Hold on.

I'd do the same thing
if I was in her shoes.

No.
I think she's after one thing:

keeping her job.

Which is honorable

and utterly impossible.

GARRETT:
But the press

and the people
will take her side.

It's a classic underdog story.

Tell me about it.

(sighs)

I'm just saying I
admire what Farmer did.

It took a lot of guts.

Smart PR, too.

You think Farmer played hero

just to get a lighter sentence
for killing Veronica Brooks?

Don't you?

No.

He doesn't seem
like that kind of guy at all.

Yeah. Killing that girl
is a lot to carry around.

I actually feel bad for him,
and I'm not sure I should.

This is about, uh,

his sentencing recommendation,
isn't it?

I got a letter from the
parents of those kids

begging me for leniency.

I doubt Diane Brooks
would agree.

Yeah, but the problem
is they're both right.

For my money,
the two incidents are separate.

Yeah, but they involve
the same individual.

So the question is

should a man be judged
by his best day

or his worst?

Somewhere along the line,

every bad guy
did something good.

Doesn't mean he gets a pass
on the bad stuff.

Kerstin, how you doing?

Kind of nervous.

They can't see you, so
just take your time.

If you recognize anyone,
just let us know,

and let us know where
you recognized him from, okay?

Okay.

Anyone look familiar?

KERSTIN:
His back

was to me when I got in the car.

And when he got in the back,

his face was covered
with a mask.

What about when he
was outside the car?

I was checking my messages.

Okay, well...

just take another look, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm
sorry, Detectives.

I just can't be sure.

It's okay. Come on.

Make sure

she gets home okay.

(sighs)
Now what?

That's our guy.

No telling how many women
that son of a bitch did it to.

But without a positive ID,
the D.A. will never charge him.

I know. Let's get a
warrant, search his car.

Maybe we'll find
a forensic link to Kerstin.

Yeah, and it'll
buy me more time.

For what?

To have a conversation
with this scumbag.

Flores threatened to put
a bullet in his head,

exactly the way that
that guy got executed.

Well, it's got to be
a coincidence.

Flores isn't that guy.

I agree

with you, but he had motive
and opportunity,

and he issued a verbal threat.
I had to notify IAB.

I'm afraid
they're gonna jam him up.

Only if he killed this guy.

Ask me, he had it coming.

Well, we don't work that way.

Well,

sometimes, like when a cop
gets shot, I wish we did.

(door opens)

Probably think you're
pretty smart, don't you?

Smart enough to know
we wouldn't be here

if I was identified
in that lineup.

Mm.

You don't know that.

And I'm willing

to bet you came up empty
when you examined my car.

Yeah.

We came up empty
when we cleaned your car.

CSU said that you had scrubbed
the back seat

and vacuumed the carpet.
(chuckles)

Now, why would you do that?

I've always been
kind of a clean freak.

You're definitely a freak.

That's okay. We run into lots
of freaks like you on the job.

Worst type are

sexual offenders like yourself.

(knock on door)

(door opens)

I just got a call
from the D.A.'s office.

We need to charge Strand
or cut him loose.

Give me another hour with him.
Get him to admit everything.

The D.A.'s office is gonna
call back in ten minutes.

Okay, well, when they do,
tell them he did it

and he's gonna do it again.

Lieutenant, I'm Sergeant Reagan.

Sergeant.

I was just wondering

if you're gonna be bringing me
in for an interview.

That won't be necessary.

I just thought
maybe I could tell you

what kind of cop this guy is.

We gave Flores every
opportunity to clear himself.

He refused to answer
any questions.

He's pretty shaken up.

He's also officially suspended.

When our investigation's
complete,

he'll likely be
charged with murder.

Any change?

He's in a coma.

They don't know
if he's gonna wake up.

Heard you wouldn't answer
any questions for IAB.

Had nothing to say.

If you don't defend yourself,

they're gonna
hang you out to dry.

I deserve it.

You ask me,

it sounds like

you're a guy who's looking
to get himself punished.

We done here?

No, we're not done here.

I got a lot of cops in my house
I figure would go rogue

if their partner got shot.
You're not one of them.

Gordon's safety was on me
and I dropped the ball.

Things happen on the street.
You can't take all that weight.

He wasn't your partner.

No.

But I've been there.

You know what happens to cops
in prison?

I'll take what I have coming.

Look me in the eye

and tell me that you killed
that perp in cold blood.

I have to get back
to my partner, sir.

(sighs)

I know this was short notice,
so thank you for coming up.

My schedule's pretty flexible
these days.

Right.

(sighs)

So.

(sighs)

I am on your side.
I hope you know that.

You're on my side as much as my
circumstances allow you to be.

Okay.

I got a call
from Chief Ellison this morning.

A spot just opened up
in his command.

The Chief of Detective's
office?

Yes.

There's room for advancement,

and your work will impact every
detective in this department.

Thank you very much.

But I'm gonna have to pass.

May I ask why?

I'm a squad detective.

I conduct investigations.
It's what I do.

You were a squad detective.

Things change,
other doors open.

Those are not the doors
I want opened.

Look, this is an
excellent opportunity.

And frankly, it's the
only one I've got.

I didn't become a cop to ride
a desk and push papers around.

Well, neither did I, but I like
to think I pull my weight.

There's not a slice of my life

that hasn't been turned inside
out by this except for one.

I've spoken to a lawyer.

That is your right.

But I have a responsibility
to keep my people safe,

and I will.

My current partner's ready
to work with me.

I would never ask him
to take that risk,

and neither should you.

(beep)

Baker?

Then I'll work alone.

That's a non-starter
for any detective.

(door opens)

I am not the enemy here,

but I have a job to do.

(door closes)

You know, guys like
Strand always screw up.

Yeah, well, we don't
have time to wait around

for him to screw up.

No telling how many more
woman he's gonna hurt,

so next club
he ends up at,

we're gonna be there
waiting for him.

Well, how? It's not like
we can tail him 24-7.

We can't?

What is that?

Not "what."

Who.

You put a GPS on Strand's car?

Yeah.

Pal of mine at TARU
owed me a favor.

Well, without a court order,
that device is illegal, Danny.

Nobody's gonna
know about it, okay,

'cause we're gonna
catch him red-handed.

How?

Next club he hits,

we'll have an undercover officer
waiting for him

who just happens
to need a ride home.

A decoy?

Yes. A female officer.

One he's never actually
seen the face of.

Very attractive.

Do you have anyone in mind?

I do.

You get a bonus
for staying after?

I'm hoping so.

Richard Farmer?

Yup.

Tough call.

Yeah. Lucky me.

How can someone be a killer
and a hero at the same time?

People can be more than
one thing. Most are.

Yeah, but how
do I weigh Farmer's sin

against his virtue?

Sounds a little
above your pay grade.

I once complained
to the archbishop

that I was tired
of playing God.

Well, what did he say?

Imagine how God feels.

He also said

that God puts you
in a position,

but he doesn't expect
you to be perfect.

Well, that's comforting,

but I still don't know
what I should do.

Well...

if you got to
make a decision

that's gonna change
people's lives,

you might want to
talk to the people

whose lives
you're gonna change.

Great pie, Gramps.

Mm-hmm.

Added in some shredded coconut.

Mm.

JAMIE: Apparently,

not everyone was thrilled
with the new recipe, though.

ERIN:
Yeah, what's going on, Sean?

Mm.

You haven't said
two words the whole meal.

Girl problems.

Dad, could you just not?

Did you and
Lisa break up?

No, Lisa broke up with him.

(gasps)

So what happened?

Sean.

FRANK:
Come on.

Give the guy a little privacy.

Thank you.

ERIN:
Since when has anyone

respected privacy at this table?

Since never.

ERIN:
Yeah.

Yup.

Lisa accused me of flirting
with Britney Carmichael.

(chuckles)

Mm-hmm.

Did you?

I wouldn't call it flirting.

(makes buzzer sound)
Wrong answer. Mm-mmm.

Okay, so Britneys
are always trouble.

Well, have you tried
to work it out with this Lisa?

His last name
is "Reagan," remember?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that

every man at this table has
a reputation for bad breakups.

Oh, thank you very much.

(overlapping chatter)

Not every man at the table.
Just some of the men.

Is there something
that I should know?

Yes, you should know about
Gina from his law firm.

Did he ever tell you about her?

What?

Who is Gina?

Oh, let's not
go down that road.

Yeah, I'm with Dad!

(laughing)

She was convinced that Jamie

was going to propose.

DANNY:
Uh-huh.

Maybe she convinced herself.

DANNY: Yeah

Really?

Could you please pass
the whipped cream?

Oh, laugh it up, Romeo.

Have you heard
from Nancy Drake lately?

No, no, no.

(overlapping chatter)

Hey, you opened that door.

(overlapping chatter)

It's a different scenario.

ERIN:
Before your mom
and dad met,

he was hot and heavy
with Nancy from Chicago.

Yeah...

(whooping)

ERIN:
Oh!

Flight attendant, as I recall.

DANNY:
Yes.

Who wanted me
to move to Chicago,

which was never gonna happen,

so...

Yeah, but you never
broke up with her.

You just jumped
on the next flight to New York.

Oh.

JAMIE:
Yeah, without a word

on her birthday.

Yeah.

(gasps) Did she
hunt you down and kill you?

She was a nice girl.

I didn't want to
ruin her big day.

Oh. Uh-uh.

ERIN:
SO you just took

the coward way out
and let her hurt forever.

Well, sometimes it's better
just to rip off the Band-Aid.

DANNY: Yes, exactly.

I think Mom told me about some
woman that you dumped for her.

It was, um... Deborah something.

Deborah?

Now there was a bombshell.

Pop.

Oy. Well, now,

I never heard
about this bombshell.

No comment.

No. No, no, no.

(overlapping chatter)

Tell us!

(overlapping chatter)

Hey, my lips are sealed.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Got a text from Strand
to meet him at the corner.

DANNY:
You ready to go?

Yeah, except this damn wig.

It's itching the hell out of me.

No pain, no gain.

Okay, Strand's pulling up.

Got him.

Once you're in the car, signal
me the second he makes his move.

Copy that.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Leo.

Police. Turn off the engine,
get out of the car.

Now. Come on.

Get your hands on
the hood. Let's go.

Hands on the hood.
Let's move it.

Why are you driving
Dennis Strand's car?

He lets me use it sometimes
to... pick up some fares.

Off orders you intercept
for ride share companies?

Well... yeah.
Lots of people do it.

Where's Strand?

He's using
his other car tonight.

Danny, we've got a problem.

Uh, Dennis, I just
got pulled over by the cops.

They were looking for you, man.

STRAND:
What'd you tell 'em, Leo?

(mouthing)

I-I didn't tell 'em anything.

Uh, are you
in some kind of trouble?

Of course not.
Everything's fine.

Look, man,
tell me where you are.

I'll come get you.

Why would I want you
to do that?

How are you tonight,
Detective Reagan?

Son of a bitch.

Where's the girl?

(muffled screaming)

I'm afraid
she can't talk right now.

Come on, Dennis.
A young woman was reported

missing after walking outside

of a club and
getting in a car

in Washington Heights
an hour ago.

Fits your M.O.

to a tee.
Put her on the phone.

Listen to me.
If she comes out of this okay,

you could still come out of this
okay. Now put her on the phone.

It has been

lovely talking to you,
Detective.

Thanks for the call.

You get a location?

His phone is pinging
in the vicinity

of Greenwich and West 11th.

Good. I want every uni in the
area looking for that vehicle.

Copy that.

W-What about me?

You stay put. We need
a statement from you.

Can I at least
get my phone back?

No.

After reading
all these reports,

I'm starting to think that
Flores really did kill this guy.

Yeah, it doesn't look good.

He was drinking at a bar
seven minutes away

from where the guy was killed.

And he made sure to use
Gordon's gun when he did it.

Like he was sending a message,
which also points to Flores.

Maybe we're looking
at the wrong end of this thing.

Hmm?

The morning
Gordon was shot?

Yeah.

Several witnesses
saw the incident.

And?

But...

all of them have one thing
in common in their statements.

There's no mention of Flores.

Wait, how is that possible?

Only one way I can think of.

Well...

If Flores wasn't...

there when his partner was shot.

(woman crying)

STRAND:
Look, I know

this is awkward, but
maybe you can relax

No.

and get to know
each other?

(crying): No.

You're so beautiful.

No.

I'm sure you get that
all the time, though.

(sobbing):
No...
We just met,

but already
we're so close.

No!

(grunts)

I told you I'd get you.

Get up against the car.

(gasps, whimpers)

Hey.

(sobbing)

It's okay, it's okay.

You're gonna be okay, okay?

You're gonna be okay.

I wasn't gonna hurt her.
I never hurt them.

One more word out of you,
and I'm gonna hurt you.

Scumbag.

(handcuffs clicking)

So, what did you want
to talk to me about, Ms. Reagan?

Mr. Farmer's sentencing
is tomorrow,

and I need to make
a recommendation to the judge.

I thought
we already discussed this.

We did.

But things got
a little bit more complicated.

Because of what Farmer did
on the playground.

You suffered a huge loss.

Richard Farmer

is responsible.

Yes.

You think he deserves

a lighter sentence
because he saved those kids.

Honestly, I don't know
what to think.

It sounds like
you want to be let off the hook.

Look, I'm a prosecutor.

I make tough decisions
every single day,

and then I move on.

It's people like you
and Mr. Farmer

who have to live with the impact
of those decisions.

What do you want from me?

Guidance.

And after everything
you've been through,

I know I don't have
the right to ask, but...

I'm asking.

When I found out
what Farmer did...

I thought about those parents

and how grateful they must be
that their children are alive.

But my child is dead...

and he has to pay for that.

Question is, how much?

And as the living victim
in this case,

I'm gonna leave
that decision up to you.

We heard Gordon

regained consciousness.

Doc says he's gonna be okay.

That's great news.

He remember anything?

Didn't ask.

When I take
his statement,

is he gonna tell me you
weren't there when he got shot?

Witnesses confirm it.

Where were you, Raymond?

We were on patrol,

and I wanted a pack of gum,

so I went into the bodega
on the corner.

That's when I heard the shot.

And by the time you got out
the perp was already gone?

Gordon was bleeding
on the sidewalk.

I should have been with him.

You didn't do anything wrong.

And you didn't
kill the guy who shot him.

I wanted to.

I just...

couldn't.

That's 'cause you're a good cop.

Who almost got
his partner killed?

What happened was an accident.
Bad timing, nothing more.

I think your partner needs you.

Thank you, sir.

Pardon me,
but it's a fluid situation.

What is?

First came over as shots fired
in Port Authority Bus Terminal.

Where am I headed
all of a sudden?

Word just came in

that one of our detectives had
checked in with the desk there

that she was working
plainclothes

on stakeout.

So it's officer-involved.

Yes.

Likely?

I don't have a status,
except that the plainclothes

was in a wheelchair.

In light of the tragic
consequences of your crime,

I was going to recommend
the maximum sentence.

I understand.

However,

in light of your
more recent heroic actions,

this office believes

a lesser sentence
may be appropriate.

That's very generous.

The sentencing guidelines
for vehicular manslaughter...

No.

I'm sorry?

There's no excuse
for what I did,

for the pain I caused.

One selfish,
stupid decision,

and I stole that girl's
future from her.

And her family.

Are you suggesting that I
recommend the maximum sentence?

It's what I deserve.

Ms. Brooks.

What is this?

Diane has been listening in.

Her opinion
is highly relevant here.

The only thing
that's gotten me through this

is the thought of you rotting
in jail for what you did.

I understand.

Maybe one day

I'll be able to forgive you
for what you did.

But not today.

But my daughter...

believed in finding
the good in people.

She believed in second chances.

Thank you.

ERIN:
So maybe we can put

our heads together and find

a recommendation that...

we can all live with?

♪ ♪

Detective.

They called you
up here for this?

It's kind of what I do.

(sighs)

The situation was fluid
because your squad

had no idea
of what you were up to.

Yeah, I can see that.

What were you up to?

I got word the scumbag
who put me in this chair

got bored of laying low upstate.

So I called
my partner.

He was off the clock,
just helping me out.

I see.

He covered

the Utica arrival gate,
I covered Troy.

The scumbag came in from Troy.

He made me
as soon as I rolled up on him.

He got a shot off
and nicked me in the wrist,

while I kneecapped him

with the baton and caught him
in the mouth on the way down.

That's very impressive.

But you're on restricted duty.

You're not supposed to be
on the street making collars.

What are you gonna do,
toss me off the job?

I'm not looking for pity.

Or a handout of a desk job.

I don't want to stay
where I'm not wanted.

I'm not gonna
sue the department.

So it's all or nothing.

I've got applications
out to New Haven,

Newark and the Philly PDs.

If you could reach out...

Reach out how?

(chuckles) Like,
"I got this great detective,

but I can't use her
'cause she's in a wheelchair"?

(sighs)

You told me in my office
your partner, Detective Yang,

was willing to ride with you.

He rode with me today.
For free.

I know that.

What if you had to have
a third detective with you

when you were in the field?

I could live with that.

What if you had to prioritize
your safety

and that of your fellow officers
at all times?

I know what I can
and can't do out there.

What if you had to make
weekly reports to me

about your progress?

(sighs)

You'll be the first.

Make it work
so others can follow.

(laughs)

Nice work, Detective.

You just flipped the PC.

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