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♪ ♪

You do realize I rely on you for
critical information like this?

And it's a lot of pressure,
Frank, year after year.

Don't look at me, boss.

This kind of intel
ain't my forte.

What is your forte, Sid?

Not birthday presents.

Just ask Sheila.

Abigail.

Another spa day is fine.

Sir, you sure
you really want to do this?

Do what?

Former Detective
Douglas McKenzie is here.

What?

He reached out. I asked him up.

Why?

Respect for his service.

Yeah, but McKenzie?

The harder it is
to show respect,

the harder
you have to work at it.

One word of caution:

In the public eye,
he's a racist cop.

That's about a dozen words,
and it's full of crap.

You know it, and I know it.

That judge should be impeached.

Doesn't matter.

The public eye won't blink.

Let's have him.

Mr. Reagan.

Mr. McKenzie.

You may remember

Lieutenant Gormley,
my DCPI Garrett Moore.

They will be staying.

Have a seat.

Here's what you know.

There have been
numerous robberies lately

that target jewelry
and watch boutiques

adjacent to protest routes.

And what we don't know.

They're working
the public assumption

that it's just looting
by the marchers.

Which sometimes it is.

But you're saying
sometimes it's not.

I have a theory I can back up.

Well, have at it.

After I left the job,
I took over

my dad's pawnshop in Queens.

A guy's been coming in
the past couple months,

fencing Rolexes

and Omegas and such.

I've gained his confidence,

promised I'd move
whatever he's got.

And I got his digits

and his face
on the security cams.

And this ties to marches how?

He comes in with the goods
the day after.

Like clockwork.

Parades and protests
in all five boroughs.

This guy and his crew
work these stores

like farmhands
in harvest season.

One PP's a couple of trains
from Queens.

Meaning?

You could've gone
to any precinct there.

Your old C.O. in the 2-1.

You're always telling the troops
you're still one of them.

Maybe you want to prove it.

Stop shuffling papers,
solve an actual case.

You act like
I owe you something.

You act like you don't.

You know what?
Don't even worry about it.

Dude, I spilled coffee
on my training officer

our very first tour.

He was pissed.

So just apologize and offer
to pay for his dry cleaning.

And by the way,
it's "boss" or "Sarge"

but never "dude."

Sorry, boss.

WOLINSKI: Reagan.

Lady at the desk for you.

She got a name, Wolinski?

Probably, but right now
she's demanding

to see her baby's daddy.

And she's talking about me?

She said "Jamison Reagan."

(sighs)

Got ya!

Alison.

(chuckling):
Jamie!

(chuckling):
Hey. Not funny.

What?

"Baby's daddy"?

Oh, come on, it's me.
(chuckles)

Yep, it's you.

Um, so...

what's it been?

Uh, the five-year reunion.

You had just started law school.

Yeah, and you brought
a boyfriend

who got super tanked--
it was Don, Dean...

Well, it lasted a week.

So, what brings you here?

Is something wrong?

Yeah. Six women murdered
and mutilated

around Beak Street
over six years,

and not a single arrest.

A cold case?

Not anymore.

And guess who solved it.

Morning, Sal.

Danny.

Don't we have kids
who should be doing this?

You'd think.

Wow.

(whistles)

Sal!

Hey.

(groaning)

Dad.

Dad!

Dad.

Hey, hey. Call 911.

Hang on, Sal.

(groaning)

Look at me.

You got to hang on, Sal.

Okay? Come on.

Hurry up, kid.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

You okay, Scott?

Uh, my dad's gonna live, right?

Well, the doctors waiting
on him are top-notch, so...

Look, you know of any bad
blood in the neighborhood?

No.

Anything strange happening
here at the house?

Vandalism? Weird calls?

Okay.

Why didn't you shoot at the car?

'Cause it's a Lamborghini?

I was taking out the trash.
I'm in my pajamas.

I don't have my gun on me.

But you saw the driver, right?

I didn't see the driver.

The windows are tinted.

Well, the license plate?

The cops always get
the license plate.

Look, the guy sped away
really fast.

Okay, and I had to take care
of your dad.

Just, it all happened
really fast.

What do you mean,
"it all happened really fast"?

That's-that's all you got?

Seriously?

That's my dad in there.

I know it's your Dad,
Scott, okay?

And I'll get the guy who did it.

You better nail the guy.

I will. Hey.

He's the vic's son.

Can you take him
to the hospital, please?

I'll get him.

I'll get him.

(cell phone ringing)

(engine starts, siren wails)

Yeah, boss.

(chuckling)

And you run all this?

Uh, no.

I'm just a sergeant.

You were always
so incredibly modest.

And now in this uniform.

Ooh.

Please tell me you're single.

Oh, my God.

I hate her already.
What is her name?

Where did you meet?
Tell me ev...

Alison, you came to talk
about the Beak Street Butcher.

Okay. (clears throat)

So, I do a podcast,
Murder in Manhattan.

I'll send you the link.
I have 10,000 followers.

Anyways, I've
become obsessed

with these six women.

I went to the scene
of the crime,

I interviewed people
who knew 'em...

So did the NYPD.
It went nowhere.

Because the original detective
passed away

a couple years ago.

Case died with him.

I'm sure someone picked it up.

Well, whoever they are,
they obviously don't care,

because they don't answer
my calls anymore,

even though I told 'em
his name is Boris Vache.

You found the murderer?

I mapped out where
all the murders occurred,

and Vache lives smack dab
in the center of 'em.

And he fits a
witness description.

And he's a total creeper.

And he screamed out his window
at me when I went and knocked.

You went and harassed him?

He's got to know
someone's onto him.

Okay, what can I do for you?

You want me to call
the detective on the case?

No. We're past that.

I need Erin.

She's the D.A.

She's a bureau chief.

And she's always been
hella smart,

and when she sees my proof,
she's gonna charge the guy.

Let's just see
this proof of yours.

Get looking, buster.

What do you mean,
I can't work the case, boss?

You work cases in the 5-4,
not Staten Island.

No, but it happened
right outside my door.

I practically saw
the whole thing.

So that makes you
an eyewitness.

Boss, it sounds like
the guy did get shot

about ten feet in front
of Reagan's front door.

Yeah, but we already have
somebody working on the case.

Matter of fact, here comes
the lead detective now.

Mike. Been a long time.

Too long.

Reagan, Baez,

Detective Judy Farrow.

Nice to meet you.

Hello.

Can we find a cup of coffee

and somewhere quiet to talk?

Sure.

Alone?

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

And?

He downloaded me on
what he's gathered.

Handed over the guy's I.D.,
footage from the store,

even made contemporaneous notes
of their conversations.

McKenzie always
had chops.

That what made you give him
another at-bat?

Matter of conscience.

Not to mention we are losing
a whole lot of good cops.

GARRETT: If this is
about McKenzie, hold up.

GORMLEY:
Why?

He delivered the goods.

Word is,

he trashes this department
and its commissioner

every chance he gets.

And if he doesn't get
a chance, he makes one.

What does that mean?

It means he's been kicked out

of retirement rackets

and RDNY meetings

for standing on a soapbox
and throwing shade.

Which is his right.

You covering for him?

I am keeping an open mind.

I did have a hand in his exit.

And having a beef
doesn't make his intel bad.

Unless it's a setup. Say, to
send you on a wild-goose chase

or get you to arrest people

who really are just
peaceful protestors.

GORMLEY:
How about you let me
run down his leads

before you pass
judgment, Garrett?

How about you just let me
keep us

from getting a black eye
from the media?

Boss?

You'll know when I know.

FARROW:
So, to recap, it was a
late-model Lamborghini Huracán

traveling east to west at
approximately 0745 hours.

Not "late-model," around 2018,

and it was the coupe,
not the Spyder.

You know cars.

Uh, I'm observant.

And as it fled the scene,
did you observe

which way it turned
at the end of your street?

Well, I was tending to Sal,
but right, I think.

Don't write down
that I said "I think."

You said it.

Finding this car is important.

Finding this car is
the easiest piece of the puzzle.

Why don't you ask me
the shooter's motive?

Why would you know that?

Because maybe I have a theory.

"Maybe" means you don't.

Well, do you have one?

Do you divulge your thinking
on cases to witnesses?

(chuckles)

How long you had
that gold shield?

I'm asking the questions.

Hmm.

(drumming fingers)

Look, I know
you're frustrated.

I'm frustrated

because we're wasting
valuable resources.

How's that?

I should be working the case.

You are. As an eyewitness.

Not what I mean.

I know what you meant.

It's all in there.

I, uh, color-coded each murder

for easier reading.

Plus, it makes it more fun.

And you've gone
through all this?

She makes some
very interesting points.

I just want justice for the
six women Boris Vache killed.

Well, we will take this
under advisement.

You're not gonna read it?

ABETEMARCO:
Uh...

that's my job.

So you're just blowing me off?

I didn't say that.

Well, you kind of did.

I said I would
take a look at it.

But you need to understand
that we get a lot

of so-called proof these days
from citizen investigators.

You mean kooks.

She doesn't mean kooks.

Yeah, I meant kooks.

I'm not saying
you are one.

I'm just saying, with
all these podcasts

and, uh, true crime stuff
on Netflix,

everyone seems to think
they're Sam Spade.

A-And, kid,
just so you know,

Sam Spade was
a fictional character...

Created by Dashiell Hammett

in the 1930s novel
The Maltese Falcon,

who then appeared

in four subsequent short stories
and six film adaptations.

ABETEMARCO:
Well, that's, uh,

more than I knew.

JAMIE: Alison's
kind of a brainiac.

She used to save my butt with
the school paper all the time.

ABETEMARCO:
Well, then maybe

you should, uh, pay her back by
helping me look over her case.

Jamie, would you?

Oh.

W-Well...

I mean, I-I got the--
I got the day job.

(chuckles)
And, um, I would have to ask

permission from my C.O., so...

Who I'm sure would sign off
if I made an official request.

ABETEMARCO:
Eh, come on, pal.

What do you say?

This could be great.

It's great. Yeah.

Oh, thanks. Yeah.

See? This guy's a weirdo.

And Alison found public records
he did eight months in 2009.

For what?

Falsifying
business records.

He's an insurance agent.

Not exactly Ted Bundy.

So you're skeptical?

Your friend seems nice and all.

But, last night,
I called the current detective

working on the case,
who looked over the old notes.

Said Boris Vache
was crossed off early.

Did it say why?

Nope. Just a line
through his name.

Well, we could still go pay
Vache a visit, right?

And Alison'll love you
even more.

Excuse me?

Come on. Didn't you see the eyes
she's making at you?

Vache ain't the only
guy she's fixated on.

You're nuts.

And you're not half as cute
as another Reagan

I sometimes team up with,

so we're stuck
with each other.

Let's get to work.

So you need anything
from home?

Sneak in a beer for me?

(chuckles)

Not unless he
brings me one, too.

Danny. Come in.

How you doing, Sal?

Alive.

Thanks to you.

That's what neighbors are for,
right?

Except for when
they lie to you.

Scott.

Dad,

he said he would find out
who did this

and then passed it off to the
lady who showed up last night.

Scott, I didn't pass it off
to anyone.

As a matter of fact,
I spent the night

looking into Lamborghini owners

in the tristate area.

Well... well,
did you find the guy?

I didn't. Unfortunately.

But I thought it might help

if I could ask your dad
a few more questions.

Maybe he might
remember something.

Not much. I...

I was taking out the trash.

I saw that car.

And then...

(exhales)

It-it was like...

someone hit me
with a wrecking ball.

I know you don't remember much

about then or the
driver or anything,

but y-your hardware store...

What about it?

Do you have a beef

with anyone?

Do you owe any outstanding
debts with anyone

that could've led
to this happening?

(door opens)

Grievances with customers?
Anything that could've...

Don't answer that,
Mr. Marino.

What...

(clears throat)

Visiting my neighbor.

SCOTT:
Well, he's actually

grilling his neighbor,

as if my dad
did something wrong.

FARROW:
You need to leave now,

Detective Reagan.
Thank you.

You never heard the saying
"two heads are better than one"?

You never heard the saying
"I'm about two seconds

"from making a complaint
against you for interfering

in an ongoing investigation"?

NURSE:
Folks,

can you keep it down?

You really should keep it down

while he's trying
to rest.

Sal, feel better. Scott.

See you, Mr. Reagan.

I'm sorry about that.

♪ ♪

What do you want?

A word.

Further than Alison got.

Yeah?

You asking a question or not?

Sir, how long you been
in that chair?

Eight years.

Car accident.

Murders started six years ago.

Explains why he's off the list.

She sent you, didn't she?

She who?

My stalker.

Alison Gable.

How do you know her name?

When I wouldn't talk
to her,

she stuck her card
in my mailbox.

She yelled out
that if I was innocent

I should come on her show
and clear my name.

Can you believe it?

I'm stuck in this chair
for life,

and she's out there telling the
world that I killed those girls.

We'll get her to stop.

Thanks for your time, Mr. Vache.

Good day.

For the last time,

Farrow is the lead
detective on this case.

Okay.

Why am I not surprised
Farrow ratted on me?

With good reason.

What good reason?

Where do you want me to start?

How 'bout with one good reason?

It's her case.

That's... red tape.

No, it's a fact.

(exhales) No, the fact
is that it's a mistake.

Which is just how you look at
everything you don't agree with.

That is not true.

You want an example?

I-I don't agree with you
right now,

but you're not a mistake.

See?

You catch more bees with honey

than with... bigfooting
around their territory.

You mean "than with vinegar."

(sighs)

You know,

when I first started
working with you,

I was struck by how many
tools you had on your belt.

Instinct, sure.

But also compassion

and humor and charm

and empathy.

'Kay, well, don't I still have
all those wonderful things?

Yeah.

Mm.

I know you do.

Thank you.

They're a little hard to see

when you're up there driving
around in your steamroller.

What?

You stopped responding.

I don't know what else to say.

(tapping pen)

(sighs)

Hey, babe.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Just surprised we have a guest.

Honey, I'm home!

Oh! (chuckles): Oh.

(chuckles)

What are you doing here?

ALISON:
I just popped by

to chat up the missus.

Yeah. Alison has been telling me
about you in high school

and your
mullet phase.

It was one bad haircut.

Oh, no. No.

You rocked that Camaro cut

all semester.

Mm.

ALISON:
One inch longer
in the back,

and it would've been
a Kentucky waterfall.

Oh.

I have photos.

I'm gonna need those
for the divorce.

Okay.

Um, how did you know
where I live?

Have you not realized

my overwhelming powers
of deduction yet?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

What's your hurry?

Well, um... (clears throat)
it's date night.

It's date night.

JAMIE:
So...

Oh, okay.

Yeah.

All right.

So, um, how's it going
with you and Anthony?

Um, still-- I'm still putting it
all together.

But you're gonna arrest
Vache, right?

Whatever happens,
you'll be the first to know.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

All right?

Okay.

'Kay.

So amazing
to meet you, girl. Hugs.

Mwah. Mwah.

You.

Okay. Later, gators.

(quietly): You did come here.

JAMIE:
Okay. All right. Bye.

Okay. All right.

Okay.
(chuckles) Bye.

Bye!

It's funny
you never mentioned her, honey.

Now you know why.

FARROW:
Again?

Really?

Not here to butt in.

Just came to apologize.

Apparently, steamrolling
people is my M.O.,

so I owe you an apology.

That's it?

Nothing else?

Not a, uh, "Yeah,
you were a dick,

but I accept
your apology"?

Still waiting
for the other shoe.

There's no other shoe.

Word is there's always
another shoe with you.

Not this time.

Just an apology.

Good night.

There's a reason neither of us
could find the owner

of that Lamborghini.

Which is?

It was rented

from a lifestyle time-share firm
out of Maryland.

A lifestyle what?

Apparently,

luxury brands rent
cars, watches, boats.

Whatever you need

to keep up with the Joneses.

Or to shoot Sal Marino.

Just ask Joel Ross.

Talking about

Joel Ross, my neighbor
from a few blocks away?

His name is on the Lambo lease.

Huh, he always struck me
as a Volvo wagon kind of a guy.

No priors,
no history of violence,

and when I got him
on his cell in Miami,

he swears he's been there
all week on business.

But you're not buying it?

Flight he booked left
two hours after the shooting.

He could've driven straight
from your street to LaGuardia

and made it, no sweat.

Mm, that's a theory.

Uh, it's your case,
so good luck.

He's offered to come back

and answer questions.

Want to join?

You want me to join you
on the case?

Familiar face
might put him at ease

or keep him off guard.

Sounds like a lot of fun,
but my boss would kill me, so...

Didn't blink when I called him.

You spoke to Lieutenant Gee
about this already?

Try to keep up, Reagan.

Huh.

Sorry, we're closed.

What are you doing here?

Well...
(sighs)

Somebody demanded I work a case.

Yeah, but if my mark comes in
and sees me talking to the PC...

Calculated risk, but...

your reaction says
you're telling the truth.

Thought I was lying?

Trust but verify.

The leads
that you gave Lieutenant Gormley

did not pan out.

Guy used fake I.D.,

and he hid his face

from, uh, your cameras here.

I told you, these guys are pros.

Or they were part of a setup.

Why would they set me up?

Not their setup.

Yours.

I risk my neck

to get information
on an organized crime ring,

and you think
that I'm duping you?

Well, I do know you still choose
to vent about me

to anyone who cares to listen.

Yeah,
I-I got a right to be angry.

(sighs)

Yeah, you do.

But what I brought you is real.

And your only motive

is concern for public safety?

You know what?

I would say shame on you,
but it's really shame on me,

because this is the second time
that you played me for a fool.

Get out of my shop.

I'm not your enemy.

Never was.

(imitates buzzer)

(groans)

DANNY:
Come on!

I like it.

Come on. Fine.

Who's next?

JAMIE:
Okay, I'll go.

Something that's
highly overrated?

True crime podcasts.

Okay. Overrated how?

Yeah, how? Serial.

I mean,
season one was fantastic.

Check out Gramps keeping up
with the young folk.

JAMIE:
Yeah.

Okay. How?

In that it turns
a whole lot of people

into sloppy,
amateur detectives.

What's a whole lot?

One.

More than one.

No, he had a friend from
high school, Alison.

Brought him a cold case.

I don't think you
can blame Alison

on a podcast.
That's more like

misplaced self-confidence.

Sounds like you don't like
the ripple effect of the thing

as much as you don't like
the thing itself.

No. If you did a great
podcast about surgeons,

a whole lot of people
would be running around

trying to do
medical procedures.

He's got a point.

All right.
Judge, what say you?

(imitates buzzer)

(groans)

FRANK:
Okay.

I'll tell you something
that's definitely overrated.

Taking your own advice.

Mm.

DANNY:
No.

Come on, now. Hear me out.

Advice-- good advice, anyway--

is tailored to the one
you're offering it to.

I don't know.

So,

if I ever give you advice...

"If"? "Ever"?
Are you kidding me?

(all laugh)

Okay. Or Danny
or Jamie or anybody,

it's custom-built
for each individual.

So, I know what
they're gonna

listen to
and what they won't listen to.

So, taking my own advice?

It wouldn't fit.

Hmm.

ERIN:
I don't know.

I think that sounds more like
"name a loophole" to me.

Yes. Yeah.

DANNY: Judge,

what say you?

I'm not judging the PC.

Come on.

You named the game.
You got to decide.

Go.

Yeah.

(imitates buzzer)

(Danny and Janko imitate buzzer)

(all laugh)

(clapping)

The umpire needs glasses.

All right, who's next?

I've got one that's bulletproof.

The wisdom that comes

with age.

Boy, is that overrated.

(chuckles)

JANKO:
Wait,

I was really looking
forward to that.

Yeah, how's that, Pop?

When you look
back, it becomes

about all the dumb decisions
that you made.

All the people that you hurt

before you got the wisdom.

So, I'm begging all of you:

wise up now.

Eh...

What say you?

SEAN:
I think...

that we've got a winner!

(all cheering)

Nice going, Pop.

DANNY:
Winner winner chicken dinner.

Dawn.

That's Detective
Judy Farrow.

Ms. Ross.

Where's your husband?

So, uh, where's Joel?

Joel didn't get off the plane.

Come again?

I waited at
LaGuardia for hours.

Turns out he didn't check in

at the gate in Miami,
and now he's not

answering the phone.

Sounds like your husband
has a guilty conscience.

He has nothing
to feel guilty about.

You did hear that Sal Marino
was shot, right, Dawn?

Who hasn't?

Well, I saw Joel's new car

at the scene,
which is strange,

'cause who knew he even had one?

What does that mean?

You want to explain
how he went from a Volvo

to a Lambo in no time flat?

Anything he did
is not his fault.

Then whose is it?

Can I...
(chuckles)

Can I offer either one of you
a drink? Danny,

would you like a beer?

No, I'd like you
to explain what

you're talking about.

What's not Joel's fault?
What'd he do?

Maybe I need a lawyer.

Why would you need one?

I mean, for my husband.

That's not what you said.

You said you need a lawyer.

For you. Why do you need

a lawyer, Dawn?
What did you do?

Come on!

(voice breaking):
I shot Sal Marino.

You were in that car?

No, and-and I didn't pull
the trigger.

But it's my fault.

It's all my fault.

Wait a minute,
were you and Sal...?

(sighs)

I...

(sighs)
Joel is a...

He's-he's a wonderful husband
and father and a solid citizen.

But more of a Volvo wagon
than a Lamborghini, huh?

I had a fling with Sal
last summer.

Sal said nothing about this.

Because we both agreed
it was a mistake,

and we promised
not to tell anyone.

But you got a guilty conscience,
and you told Joel about it?

And he goes and shoots Sal?

I mean, never in a million years

would I ever think
he would ever do that.

Yep. Thanks, Juanella.

Photos are coming through now.

You're the best.

(knock on door)

Hey. Sit down.

Anthony, you're right.

Say that again?

That you're right?

I so rarely hear it
from your sister.

So, what am I right about?

I've been thinking all weekend
about Alison,

and I think
this might be more about me

than the Beak Street Butcher.

Yeah.

Well, I thought
about Vache's, uh,

"Why is everyone
against me?" act,

and something just felt off.

So I called
a pal of mine at DFS.

Uh, they're the ones
that referred the case

that sent him to jail in '09.

They took his license away,
so if he's peddling insurance,

he's doing it
on the black market.

Doesn't make him Ted Bundy.

They're building a new case,

uh, about that accident
that he said he had.

They put a tail on him.

This is an act.

This...

...is the real deal.

Ted Bundy, uh,
wore a cast on his arm

to fool women into thinking
he wasn't a threat.

And now Vache's using that
wheelchair to do the same thing.

Correct.

(sighs)

You're rooting for McKenzie
to succeed, aren't you?

I'm not rooting for anybody.

Don't give me that.

What's McKenzie to you?

It was the judge
who told you to fire him,

and you refused to do it.

Oh, come on, Garrett.

I'm the guy who refused his plea

to go out and clear his name,
and that's why he resigned.

You were his boss,
not his PR flack.

And that judge
was a modern-day Isaac Parker.

What?

Uh, he was a hanging judge
in the Old West.

Oh, of course.

Look, Doug McKenzie
got washed away

by the current climate,
by the mob at his door

and the press
that went along with them.

Still doesn't land on you.

You said the same thing
about Officer Witten.

And now she's Eddie's partner
because, Garrett,

it did land on me,
and in ways you couldn't see.

Enlighten me.

Seriously, I want to know.

To know when and to who

to give benefit of the doubt
is a part of the job

with the absolute worst odds
of getting it right.

So you have to what?

Look for opportunities
for a second chance.

(door opens)

CSU found the print

where McKenzie's guy
touched a counter.

I.D.'d him
as "Ron Whatley."

Runs an auto shop
in Hell's Kitchen.

Then they used
facial recognition software

to compare his face

to a video from one
of the jewelry stores.

And when the perp pulled off
his mask for a half a second?

Ron Whatley.

GORMLEY: Bingo.

I sent a team
of detectives

and ESU to his shop.

Just say the word, boss,
we go in.

Do it.

And then send another team
to collar McKenzie.

But he was telling the truth.

On what charge?

Criminal possession
and criminal sale

of stolen property,
both felonies.

Then make sure he gets
in the same cell as Whatley.

Hey, Reagan, you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. Why?

Well, you kind of stopped
talking the other day.

(sighs)

Because you were
right, and, uh,

honestly, I ran
out of excuses.

How did that happen?

Ah, you said something to
me about me that was true,

and for whatever reason,
I was finally able

to hear it for
the first time.

I get it.

What?

I think I'm gonna need
to sit down for a minute.

(phone ringing)

Okay, all right, don't faint.

Is that your new partner--
Detective Farrow?

Oh, she's not my
new partner, okay?

You're my partner.

Go on.

Answer it.
Just you two do your thing.

Reagan.

He did?

Yep.

All right, I'm on my way.

I got to go.

Oh, don't miss me too much.

I will.

(sighs)

Mr. Vache, police. Open up.

Now what?

Just a few more questions,
if you don't mind.

Where's the other guy?

He's under the weather.

So it's just you?

'Cause I never saw
your badge last time.

Here.

Are you happy?

Sure. Come on in.

(groaning)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(groaning)

You okay?

(siren toots)

Just go to the ER. We need
to get that thing looked at.

Oh, my hand'll be fine

once I get it wrapped
around this hump's neck.

(phone ringing)

Hey. Alison, what's going on?

ALISON:
You're not gonna believe this.

I just got a call
from Boris Vache.

What?

It surprised the hell out of
me, too. Must've kept my card.

He said sorry
for blowing me off before

and that he wants to do
an interview

about how he's being
unfairly accused.

Alison, it's Anthony.

Oh. Hi, Anthony.

Please tell me that Vache said
where he was calling from.

He didn't. Sorry.

Did he say when
he wanted to meet?

Today. Now.

He said he'd come to my house.

No, no, no, no.

You can't do that.

Don't meet there. No.

ALISON:
Guys. Guys,

I-I'm not an idiot.

I told him it had to be
somewhere in public.

It'll be fine.

(siren toots)

Thank you for convincing your
husband to come home, Ms. Ross.

Thanks for doing it here
and not the airport.

Did you tell anyone
about this little arrangement?

Well, Marion next door,
and you know this neighborhood.

Yeah, I can see the grapevine
growing by the minute.

(loud engine approaching)

Here he comes.

FARROW:
Now, remember,
just one hug,

and he's coming with us.

(whimpers)

DAWN:
It's okay.

All right, come on.

Come on.

Turn around, Joel.

FARROW:
Mr. Ross, you have

the right to remain silent...

He's not going anywhere

till I get a piece of him!

Whoa, whoa. Whoa!

I got this.

He shot my dad!

(grunting)

He's under arrest.

You want a piece of that, too?

No.

Then get out of here.

Now!

(grunts)

DANNY:
Wow.

Remind me never
to cross you again.

Is that a compliment?

Actually, it was.

Well done. Come on.

Wow.

NEWSMAN (on TV):
With the discovery,
the doctors say

they are now isolating
bacterium, and may be able

to come up with a cure
in two years.

You're done
killing women, Vache.

You heard the man.
Drop the knife.

Do it now!

Well, I never thought
I'd be saying this, Alison,

but thanks to you,

Boris Vache will be prosecuted
for murder.

Think it'll stick?

Anthony broke him
in ten minutes,

and CSU found mementos of
his victims in the crawlspace.

So when can I interview him
for my podcast?

Uh, how about never?

Then what was the point?

To take a violent criminal
off the streets.

And justice for his victims.

But how will my listeners know
about it?

ERIN:
I suppose

you're gonna have to tell them.

Okay, I don't think you
understand how a podcast works.

Okay, before
I kick her out, please?

Thank you.

Let's go this way.

Headed out. Yeah, sorry.
Tight schedule.

Right this way.

(whispers)

(sighs)

Commissioner.

He's here?

And loaded for bear.

(sighs)

Bring it on.

Perp walk? Really?

(door closes)

Well, it helps if

the Ron Whatleys of the world
think you're one of them.

Because that's what you think.

Because it is easier

if they don't realize
you're back on the job.

Come again?

What's tomorrow, Mr. McKenzie?

Tuesday.

(taps desk)

What else?

One-year anniversary
of me turning in my shield.

And a cop who does that,

even in anger,
has one year to reconsider.

My anger was justified.

It still is.

So was my giving you
the benefit of the doubt.

I hope.

What are you hoping for?

That you'll give me the same.

The final call is
at the discretion of the PC.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Glad to be back.

That makes two of us, Detective.