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BAEZ:
For once, can we get a homicide
in a warm, five-star hotel?

Yeah, remind me to
put in a request.

What is Nassau County
doing here?

Don't know. My guess, probably
trying to poach our case.

Detective Raines.
Long time no see.

What are you doing out here?

Same as you, responding
to a homicide call.

This is Nassau County's case.

On the radio it sounded like
NYPD was fishing the body out.

Yeah, because it was tangled up
in the rocks over there.

Over there, which
is Queens County.

Which is New York City.

Which is our jurisdiction.

No way.

And it's the same M.O.

as our serial killer.

I'll notify the M.E.'s office.

You are not taking this case.

How many victims
he kill out here?

Including this, four.
And that includes

a Nassau County detective.

Yeah, and you
don't have squat.

And what do you have on him,

besides that he trapped
the two of you in a basement?

(chuckles)

Word travels fast.

Okay, to be fair,
we don't have squat, either.

Which is why I was gonna suggest
that we work it together.

A joint investigation?

That's right.

Why'd you do that?

You always tell me you don't
want me to steamroll people.

Well, this was the one time
that I wanted you to.

TORY:
Okay, my turn.

Backstreet Boys or NSYNC?

That's your big question?

It can make or break
a relationship.

I didn't take you
as a secret pop fan.

(laughs)

It ain't a secret.
I performed one of their songs

in my eighth-grade
talent show. Oh!

Ooh.

(laughs)

Oh, I see what you're doing.

Trying to distract me so
you don't have to choose.

But you do. It's the end of
the world and only one group

makes it to the new planet.

Answer in three, two, one.

(gunfire)

(tires screeching)

Tory...

Please help!

(crying)

Please don't...

♪ ♪

MAN:
Let's go, let's go. Move!

OWNER:
Stop stealing.
The cops are coming!

(sirens wailing)

Stop stealing! Stop stealing!

The cops are coming!

Police! Hey, police, don't move!

They're robbing my store!

JANKO:
Hey, give it up!

You're not getting out of here!

Ma'am, step outside.
This is a crime scene.

I'm a reporter.

I don't care who you
are. Outside, now.

Hey! (grunts)

Stop!

Don't move.

Hands behind your back.

Too tight.

You're making it tighter
when you resist.

MAN: Get off me.

You're under arrest

for grand larceny and criminal
possession of stolen property.

Get off me! You pigs suck!

Do you really need
to hold him down like that?

I'm not gonna tell you
again. Step outside.

This is a crime scene.
Do not touch anything.

As you can see,
there was barely any damage

done to the store, these
kids are just trying...

Miss.

Hands behind your back.

No.

You're under arrest
for obstruction

of governmental administration

and criminal trespassing.

You can't arrest me.

Yeah? Watch me.

(handcuffs clicking)

Oh. Hi.

I'm shadowing my
A.D.A.s and you're up.

Okay. Keisha, this is...

I introduced myself.

Great.

Keisha, before we go over
the statement you gave

to detectives, I'll need you
to change out of that jacket.

My jacket?

I need to voucher
it for evidence.

Will I get it back?

Eventually.

Tory gave it to me,
for my birthday.

And giving it to me will help

put away the person
who did this.

And so will going
over the statement with us.

The more detailed you are,
the better.

Now, you told detectives
that Malik was the shooter.

Yeah.

Are you willing

to identify him
if this goes to trial?

Trial?

I will work with you
when the time comes,

to make sure you're prepared.

But you'll have
to point him out.

You mean, he'll be
sitting there, in the same room?

That's how this works.

But he can't hurt you.

(exhales)

And there's
a possibility

that this will
never go to trial.

I didn't see anything.

What do you mean?

I made a mistake.

Keisha.

No.

I didn't see who killed Tory.

(door opens)

When you said "shadowing,"

I assumed that you would be
observing, not leading.

You think I'm the reason
Keisha changed her mind.

All I know is I had a witness
until you just scared her off.

Was I supposed to lie?

It would've been nice to
be mindful of the fact

that she just saw her boyfriend
murdered in front of her.

And protecting her
from reality is being mindful?

There may not even be a
trial if Malik takes a plea.

People are entitled to know
what they're facing, head-on.

And I don't think that this
was the time for that.

When's a good time?

When she's about to get
on the witness stand?

I need Keisha to win this case.

How do you plan
to change her mind?

I will go talk to her.

We'll both go talk to her.

Great.

Robert Lewis is here.

He's late.

How about I keep him waiting
just for the hell of it?

Nah. Let's have him.

(stammers)

Arresting a reporter? Really?

And nice to see you, too,
Mr. Attorney General.

Have a seat.

You've seen the footage?

Of course I have.

One million views and counting,

of the NYPD trampling
First Amendment rights.

It was a legitimate arrest,
Robert.

She interfered
with an investigation.

She was doing her job,
reporting on a breaking story.

She became the story.
There's a difference.

I don't care how you want
to frame this,

the press has a right
to report stories

that affect the citizens
of this city.

"Press" is kind of

a loose term here.

She's a self-appointed reporter
with a YouTube channel.

I'd like you to void the arrest.

All you have to say is,
"Upon further investigation,

it was determined
no crime was committed."

She committed two crimes.

Obstruction
of governmental administration

and criminal trespass.

In this climate?
Are you serious?

Oh, please don't
give me "climate."

My job is not weather-dependent.

She's a reporter
with First Amendment rights.

Which do not extend
within a crime scene.

She's claiming she's being
discriminated against

because her pieces
question the NYPD.

They don't question the NYPD,
they condemn it.

But that has no bearing on this.

It has every bearing on this.
Have you looked around?

Your department isn't winning
any popularity contests.

We're not entered in one.

Look, Frank,
I came here as a courtesy.

I could've went straight to
the mayor or the D.A.'s office.

Well, they're both
in walking distance.

And there's the door.

How blind can you be?

♪ ♪

You ready to go?

Yeah.

Hey. Excuse me.

Hey. We gotta talk.

Now is not a good time.

It'll take one second.

You know Kimberly Crawford,
my new boss?

Detective Reagan,
I've heard a lot about you.

Heard I play nice, hopefully.

Quite the opposite.

Well, ironically,
that's why I'm here.

I got a case...

We're on our way out.

I'd love to hear
about your case.

Thank you.

Our serial killer struck again.

I suggested
a joint investigation

with Detective Raines
in Nassau County.

You suggested?

I guess you can play nice.

And what do you want from me?

It would make things go
a lot faster

if you could assign an A.D.A.
to consolidate the cases.

ERIN: Okay, well,
I can do that,

but as you know,

each county will prosecute
their own murders.

Yeah. Of course.

That's it?

That's all.

Great.

Thank you.

"And effective
2400 hours on this date,

"the responsibility of
issuing New York City

"press passes will
no longer be undertaken

"by the NYPD.

"Going forward,
all press passes

will be issued by
the mayor's office."

They screwed us
by e-mail.

And they didn't even
buy us a drink first.

This is all because of
that so-called reporter?

Baker, get the mayor
on the phone, please.

They realize one of these
reporters are gonna get hurt?

They're picking a fight.

I'm sure they're aware
of the risks.

Whose side are you on?

The side of logic?

One of these reporters
gets hurt, the cops get blamed.

Then let's make sure
no one gets hurt, Sid.

Come on, boss,
you know how hard it is

rolling up on
a crime in progress.

Now we got to worry
about a reporter popping up

out of nowhere?

Then we deal.

That's what we do.

Like we don't have enough
to deal with?

The mayor is unavailable.

Apparently, he has
"a very full schedule."

(sighs)

What's the other shoe?

His assistant suggested

that if you have questions
about the press passes,

you should talk to
the attorney general about it.

(sighs)

Victim is Sophia Vasquez,
24, from Sheepshead Bay.

Apparent suffocation with a bag,

and hands tied behind her back.

Which is his M.O.

Look, I don't get it.

Y-You guys have his house,
you have his mother

murdered in the same manner.

How have we not identified him?

It wasn't his house.

And she wasn't his mother.

I thought he lived there
with his mother.

Well, according to the M.E.,
she never gave birth.

So, what do you have
on this guy?

We have a description of the guy
from the two officers

who came to get us
from the basement.

Oh, come on, there were
no prints in the house?

There were prints in the house,
and we got them,

but they don't match anyone
in the system.

So the question is,

how has he been able to float
under the radar?

Obviously, this guy's good
at what he does.

I mean, obviously.
He was able to trap

two New York City detectives
in a basement, right?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

That's the second time
you brought it up.

What's your problem?

I'm just saying,
he knows what he's doing.

Oh, which implies we don't?

Look,

the guy threw you
down a flight of stairs.

I get that this is personal.

I am not working with this guy.

Okay. All right, stop.
All right?

We need to find a common
denominator between the victims.

How did he meet them?

The social media unit is
going over

the vics' phones and computers.

DANNY: Great.

In the meantime, Sophia
Vasquez's autopsy just came in.

You know, to be honest,

it only takes two of us

to go to the
M.E.'s office.

Okay. I'll work on
what the vics have in common.

Great.

Text us, Sherlock,

when you solve the case.

Hey, Lou. Did you log

that reporter's phone
as evidence yet?

I want to put in a search
warrant application for it.

I just got off the
phone with the chief.

The D.A.'s office is
declining to prosecute.

Are you kidding me?

Nope.

We had to return the phone
and cut her loose.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Erin, what the hell's going on?

Can't talk right now.

JAMIE: I arrest a reporter

for trespassing and obstruction

and you guys won't prosecute?

What the hell is that?

I will call you back.

JAMIE:
It was a good arrest, Erin...

Damn it.

(elevator bell dings)

Let me guess, that was
your brother calling?

The one who arrested
the reporter.

Yes, it was.

Tell him that if he has
questions about it,

he should call me.

Great.

They all have damaged larynx,

consistent with being
in a choke hold

before they're
smothered.

Okay, hold on.

So, he comes from behind them
and chokes them

before he uses the bag?

Until they are semiconscious.

And then he uses the bag
to cut off air.

Judging by the
defense wounds,

they try to fight him off
as he chokes them to death.

Slowly.

And he uses the see-through bags

so he can watch them die.

Were you able to get
any of his DNA?

I have a semen sample.

He had sex with her?

It looks
like it, yes.

Well, that's consistent
with his M.O.

on the other
three victims.

Ten victims.

What?

What are you talking about?

I ran his DNA

through the federal database.

He's killed
at least six other women

across the U.S.

Six more women. Are you sure?

DNA doesn't lie.

BAEZ:
And no one

has picked up on this until now?

Because the victims
are runaways, sex workers...

People nobody would bother
to investigate.

Which is why these are the cases
that bother me the most.

There's no... motive,
no opportunity.

No. Just evil.

Thanks.

We need Keisha to go over
the statement

that she gave to
the detectives.

We could've saved you
the trip.

Keisha already told you
everything.

She recanted.

She came to her senses.

Keisha, you told
detectives

that Malik was
the shooter

right after it happened.

She was confused.

Traumatized.

Without you, Malik could walk.

No.

You can't let
that happen.

Then you need to speak up.

No.

She didn't see anything.

She saw everything.

She doesn't know what she saw.

Keisha...

you said in your statement

that Tory was your boyfriend.

He was more than a boyfriend.

Tory was like a son to me.

He was like a son to you,

but you're comfortable
letting his killer off the hook?

Mom, please...

Keisha, please.

Refill the kettle for me?

(teapot rattles)

We get what
you're trying to do here.

Do you know what happens
to people who snitch?

They end up dead.

We can protect Keisha
and your family.

Who's going to protect us? Cops?

(laughs) And after the trial?

Who protects us
when Malik and his crew

decide they want revenge on her?

What happens to Keisha
when she doesn't testify?

ERIN:
And what kind of message

are you sending

by telling her
not to speak to us?

The same message
I'm sending you.

I will not let her

end up like him.

Well, what time did you
sign in this morning?

I don't know.

I'm guessing
around 5:00 a.m.

'Cause you
couldn't sleep,

'cause you couldn't stop
thinking about the case,

'cause you're kind of
letting it get personal.

Says the guy who lets almost
every case get personal.

Which is why
I'm the perfect person

to warn you that you're treading
into dangerous territory.

You don't understand.

This is the first time
in my adult life

where I was
the victim.

No, I actually
do understand.

And we will get the guy.

As long as you don't do

what you always tell me
not to do,

which is get too emotional
about a case.

(sighs)

Okay?

What do we got so far?

His victims all
responded to ads

on social media
for modeling gigs.

So he's pretending
to be a modeling scout?

He starts with
a direct message,

"I like your pics, have
you ever thought about

being a lingerie model?"

Well, that makes sense.

They're all runaways
who need money.

I guess he figures
there'd be less scrutiny,

no family
searching for them.

Right.

So you guys set up

the phony account?

We made contact
with your target.

Did he take
the bait?

Yeah.

BAEZ: He thinks
he's messaging

a 19-year-old runaway.

Good.

TECH:
He asked for photos.

DANNY:
Did you send 'em?

He wants to set up
a meeting.

Guess he took the bait.

Where?

A bar in Little Neck.
Café Martello.

They had your favorite...

double chocolate.

These are consolation doughnuts,
aren't they?

I got nothing.

Did you check

the security cameras?

Zilch.

Somebody shot out the video
cameras the week before.

I thought I saw a bodega
on the corner.

Erin...

Well, what about
other witnesses?

Eh, look, you know the way
these communities get.

People are afraid to speak up,

they'd rather play deaf.
And sometimes rightfully so.

(knocking on door)

Sorry to interrupt.

Any new leads?

Uh, not yet.

But we're working
on some other angles.

Yeah. Uh...

You know, sometimes
you need to give people space

to change their mind

and decide to do
what's right.

You came up dry.

Well, we have detectives
canvassing as we speak.

Issue a grand jury subpoena
to Keisha.

Already done.

And get her back
into this office.

It's the only way we'll get
a shot at changing her mind.

Or she'll be more determined
not to cooperate.

It's not a suggestion.

♪ ♪

(sirens wailing)

Please, please!
Just come, he's been shot.

He's not moving.

I don't know
what to do.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Please, just help him!

I-I called 911,

I-I don't know...

I don't know what to do.

2-9 sergeant to Central.

We need a bus, this location.
Put a rush on it.

Sir, I'm gonna put
pressure on your wounds.

Help is on the way, okay?

(gasping)

Did you see who shot him?

Is he gonna be okay?

Did you see who shot him?

Sir, just stick with me, okay?

He's late.

He's gonna show up.

What makes
you so sure?

He needs his fix.

RAINES:
It's been half an hour.

He'll show.

Okay?
Let's give it a minute.

We got someone
approaching the van.

What?

Who is it?

(pounding on van)

Hey. Get rid of him.

Who the hell are you?

Some guy gave me

20 bucks to deliver this pizza.

What guy?

I don't know.

What'd he look like?

I don't know.
Like a regular dude.

You got the sketch?

He look like this?

I don't know.

He was wearing a hat.

Where'd he go?

I don't know. He left a note.

"You won't catch me.
Enjoy your night."

(sighs)

(elevator bell dings)

If you decide
to testify again,

the next step would be
going to the grand j...

Oh, my. Mrs. Washington,
I'm so sorry.

I didn't realize Keisha...

Keisha, why don't we

go to
my office?

Please, Keisha.

Do you know who killed Tory?

Mrs. Washington...

Do you?

You were with him,

you saw...

He would've done
anything for you,

and you're just going
to let his killer go free?

Keisha, please.

Let's go to my office.

Why, Keisha?!

You did that on purpose.

Excuse me?

You orchestrated

the whole thing--
that Tory's mother would

bump right into Keisha.

So what if I did?

What happened to playing
everything by the book?

If Keisha is willing
to let a murderer go free,

she should be forced to look
at the repercussions of that.

I disagree.

Well, I don't look at things

from the Reagan perspective.

And what does that mean?

You and your family know
exactly how the system works

and you use it
in your favor all the time.

And what exactly does
my family have to do

with anything
that just happened?

Your brothers have an E-ZPass
right to your door.

Since when is it wrong

that NYPD officers
and detectives

come up to this floor?

When you consistently intercede

and interfere on their behalf.

All within my legal
and ethical limits.

I didn't say it was illegal.

No, but you're implying

that my family is operating

in some sort of corrupt manner.

Not corrupt, just convenient.

Why don't you just say
what you need to say.

Get it off your chest.

I think I just did.

Police Commissioner Reagan.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Boy...

you got your hand on every scale
in town, don't you?

Careful there.

Well, you got the charges
against her dropped.

What would you call it?

I went to you first

and you literally
showed me the door.

So you strong-armed the mayor
into taking away our oversight?

You are wasting a lot
of capital on this.

Not wasting, gladly spending,
which is my prerogative.

When a reporter inserts
herself into a crime scene,

it puts my cops at risk.

Well, maybe you should
look at it

as a way to protect your cops,

if they have nothing to hide.

Your reporter was on the scene
of another looting incident.

The store owner
was shot in the chest.

Did she shoot him?

Then she had every right
to be there.

A piece of advice?

(sighs)

I'm good, thanks.

You and your cops
are under siege

from all sides, I get that.

But the press, they're just
the messenger in this,

and you don't kill
the messenger.

That's exactly what I'm trying
to avoid happening.

So you want the right
to arrest reporters

for their own good?

Oh, please.

Well, it walks like a duck.

(chuckles softly)

You know what's missing
in all this,

besides common sense?

The petition.

What petition?

The one where
the major newspapers

and media outlets sign up
a bunch of prominent names

and drop 'em on my doorstep.
That one.

I don't know anything
about a petition.

Yeah, you do.

There is always one
in beefs like this.

Well, you're wrong this time.

Or... I'm right

and they couldn't get
any real reporters to sign it.

Or, wishful thinking.

Maybe.

See, people know there's a risk

in going on record
for the police,

so maybe staying
on the sidelines

is the new sign of support.

And a piece of advice?

I'm good, thanks.

(sighs)

Remind yourself
whose side you're on.

Officer Reagan?

How is the shop owner?

Louis Trattner.

His name's Louis Trattner.

Okay. How is Mr. Trattner?

He's in critical condition,
with a ruptured spleen,

and a bullet lodged
near his vertebrae.

It's not my fault he was shot.

You got there before us again.

Okay, so now I'm at fault
for being resourceful?

Did you get a heads-up that
they were going to hit again?

I don't have
to tell you anything.

Did you get 'em on tape,
with your phone?

Did you get a good look
at any of them?

Know who any of them are?

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

I forgot...

you only help the criminals.

It's not my job
to arrest criminals.

My job is to get stories.

Good to know. I'm glad
Mr. Trattner could provide you

with an exciting story.

I just don't understand
why we can't subpoena her phone.

You can if you have proof

that she taped the shooting
on her phone, which you don't.

And since when are we doing
official police business

at the family dinner?

Like, every week.

We discuss police business,

we do not conduct it--
there's a difference, wise guy.

And I'm with Jamie
on this one.

Me, too.

Well, no one asked you. Or you.

Well.

Okay.

Guess you're not interested
in my opinion.

I'm sure it's the same
as every other cop at
this table, Pop.

I've seen a lot of her
stuff. She really tries to
make you guys look bad.

Tries to or succeeds
at doing so?

Does it matter?

Yeah, it matters.

Half the kids at school
think that all cops are bad.

Exactly.

That's what happens

when a reporter slants
the story and the listener

can't be bothered
to seek out the other side.

You mean, the other slant?

FRANK:
Yeah, I guess I do.

But look, it takes twice
the time and energy

just to find out
the simple truth.

But my partner got
shero headlines

when she took that guy out
and that was the whole story.

And Joe practically
got the cover of People.

Well, he deserved it.

What else could they
have written

about him after what he did?

Yeah, how could you
put a negative slant

on saving a kid
from a kidnapping?

I'm just saying not all
of our press is bad.

And you're right,
but a Diane Butler

isn't gonna cover Joe's story,
or Witten's story.

It goes against her agenda.

Which is a hundred percent
anti-cop.
Exactly.

So what?
I should give you the subpoena

because she's anti-cop?

You do realize
that's against the law.

Maybe we should just go back
to hating lawyers instead.

ERIN:
Thanks, Pop.

I'll have you know,
my boss already hates me

because she thinks I play
favoritism to all of you.

DANNY: Oh.

There's a fat chance of that.

Excuse me?

I called you for help
and you blew me off.

The D.A.'s office is not
gonna prosecute a reporter

unless the charges
are egregious.

She touched evidence, Erin.

Not a case I'd like to try
for a first-time offender.

And if the store owner
who was shot was Pop?

So who's slanted now?

I'm just sayin'.

Yeah, that puts it
in perspective.

Yep.

But don't worry, I get it.
I won't come by to hear "no"

from you any time soon.

Same here.

Well, great. Then I'll have
time for my own damn cases.

Good.

Then it's settled.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Thank you.

If I'm being honest,
Danny and Jamie

are getting all too comfortable

coming up to my office
and demanding favors.

Well, if you're still
being honest,

do you really think you would
skirt the law

to give them what they want?

Never.

Well, there you go.

But my boss
doesn't see it that way.

She thinks that I view all
my cases skewed by my family.

Well, she may be right.

Well, gee, thanks, Dad.

Well, I mean, look.

We're all products
of our environment

to a certain extent.

Ours has always been
one of mutual support.

Well, there is such a thing
as abusing the privilege.

(chuckles softly)

You want me to talk to them?

No.

Take them out to the woodshed?

We don't have a woodshed.

How do you feel
about being overlooked?

I wasn't overlooked.

I wasn't chosen.

There's a lawyered answer.

I don't know.

You know...

she may feel she has
to prove herself to you.

Why would she?

Well, we all walk around
with doubts about ourselves

and in fear
of having them confirmed.

(taps finger on table)

I certainly do.

She probably has hers.

Well, that just sounds like
a fun house mirror

without any fun.

♪ ♪

Hey.

What're you watching?

You're not gonna like this.

BUTLER:
What began as an attempt
to steal jewelry

ended with gunfire in a high-end
Chelsea jewelry store

when the owner was shot.

TRATTNER:
Get out of my store!

I'm gonna call...

(gunshots)

Damn it.

She blurred all the faces.

She is the only one
who could've recorded that.

If I could just
search her phone...

Isn't she protected
under the media shield law?

Yeah, but that only extends
to traditional news sources,

not social media outlets,
and definitely not YouTube.

So this isn't
a news interview

so it might not
be protected?

It's a crime
and she's the only witness.

She's never going to cooperate.

If a judge grants
the search warrant,

she won't have to.

Hey, just got to the squad,
you're not here.

Where the hell are you?

Hey. I'm just checking out
an address.

What address?

From TARU's list.

Um, it was a location

that pinged
on Sophia Vasquez's phone.

The address in Gravesend?

Yeah.

Apparently it also pinged
on Madeline Gleason's phone

before she disappeared, too.

The question is, why the hell
didn't you wait for me

or Detective Raines?

Well, I'm not going
to ring the bell.

I just wanted to take a look.

Look,

I'm coming to you right now.
Don't do anything.

I'm not gonna do anything.

(sighs)

Who are you going to bring in
now to try to change my mind?

Changing your mind is going
to have to come from you.

I don't want him to go free.

So tell us what happened.

Look, if I cooperate...

it's a death sentence.

And if you don't,
it's also one.

What're you talking about?

When I was 15, I saw my
best friend get killed.

Like you,

I was the only witness.

I was afraid of the cops

and even more so
afraid of the gangs.

So, you know what I did?

Nothing.

That decision was a
death sentence for me.

It haunted me every single day.

I became a prosecutor
to make amends.

What happened to the shooter?

He got away with it.

I just want things
to go back to normal.

Keisha, they're never
going back to normal.

The only thing
you can control now

is whether you testify or not.

Time to make
a choice.

Are you going to run scared?

Or are you going
to be a strong woman

and help us put away
Tory's killer?

(sobs)

(sniffles)
Malik did it.

He shot Tory.

(crying)

Hey, it's Detective Baez.
I'm off duty.

Can you run a plate for me?

New York plate,

Mike, Nora, Oscar, 9-1-8-8.

Yeah, I'm on my cell. Thanks.

This is Detective Baez
from 5-4 detective squad

requesting a 10-85
and a bus forthwith

to 143 Gravesend Neck Road.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(screams, gasping)

(grunting)

(panicked gasping)

(yells)

DANNY (in distance):
Baez?!

Baez! Where you at?!

BAEZ (gasping):
Danny.

In here!

On the ground.
On the ground now!

Get on the ground!
Don't move.

You okay, partner?

Are you gonna shoot me?

Go ahead and shoot me.

Do it.

DANNY: Don't listen to him,
you hear me?

He gets in your head, he wins.
Don't let him.

Go ahead, shoot me.

Shut up!

You won't do it.

DANNY: Shut up!

Because you're weak.

Just like
all the other women.

Baez. Baez!

Don't do it.

You lose.

(breathlessly):
Hey.

Hey.

You son of a bitch.

Is she okay?

No.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

Baez.

Hey.

(sighs)

Hey.

Baez. Hey.

(sighs): What?

Hey, what the hell
is going on?

I should've shot him.

No, you shouldn't
have shot him.

Are you crazy?
You did the right thing.

He purposely preyed on girls
he thought no one cared about.

And he won't be able to kill
any more now because of you.

(sighs)

Just do me a favor.

Just don't go off on your own
again, please?

You've done it plenty of times.

In fact, Danny Reagan
wrote the book on that.

I don't want you
to be like Danny Reagan.

Why not?

Because I like Maria Baez.

(sighs)

Come on.

Let's go.

How'd it go?

Good. The jury
really responded to Keisha.

Malik's attorney
wants to talk about a plea.

Great news.

I think sharing your story
really helped.

Did you ever pursue an arrest
in that killing?

I didn't have to.
I made it up.

Wow.

I did Keisha a favor.

Keeping that secret
would've eaten her alive.

Clearly we approach
things differently,

have different styles.

Yes, different styles.

Different styles,
but we're on the same team.

The same team,
different playbook.

Good night, Erin.

Good night.

You got a warrant
to search my phone?

It's all legal,
Ms. Butler.

Well, I will not testify,
even if I am subpoenaed.

It doesn't matter. We already
got the video off your phone,

ran it through
facial recognition,

so we've already
arrested the shooter.

So you think it's okay to just
trample First Amendment rights

to get what you need?

I used the law
to get what I needed.

Which is exactly why
some people hate cops.

Like you?

The ends don't justify
the means.

I'll sleep just fine tonight

knowing that a would-be killer
is behind bars.

(door opens)

A hard copy, as requested.

Thank you, Baker.

Is there something else?

No.

You're wondering
if I am planning

to say or do something

that would get me into trouble
and the answer is yes.

Should I stay?

(sighs)

I'd like you to, but you can't.

Commissioner,
the New York Attorney General,

Robert Lewis, is here.

The phones not working?

Thank you
for taking the trouble.

At what point do we both
just say "moving on"?

Soon, I hope, Robert.

Uh, we arrested the shooter
in the looting incident.

Great news.

The press was afforded
full access to the arrest

and to the perp walk.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Full transparency,

that's what you want.

Yes. Always.

Full transparency for everybody?

Is that the sound
of one shoe dropping?

Well, I just want to be clear
on the protocol moving forward.

If a member of the press,
for instance,

finds herself or himself
with inside information

on your office, for example,
personal information,

does that still call
for full transparency?

Run that by me again?

Diane Butler's phone records.

You were her first call
after her release.

Yeah, well, I know her.

She covers my press conferences.

(laughs)

That's all you got?

Like I'm supposed to say,
"Oh, that explains it."

(scoffs)
She has my number. So?

And now I do, too.

Got your number.

Look, she's a friend.

Hey, you don't have
to explain to me.

But the press might ask
how the attorney general's

personal number
got into a reporter's phone.

I told you...

Or about your use

of an official state car
and driver

for overnight... meetings

at her East Village apartment.

Hey...

cops talk.

Small-town cops, big-city cops,

New York State Troopers.

Talk about down and dirty.

Well, I don't like it either,
Robert,

but I didn't pick the fight.

I can talk to the mayor.

About what?

About restoring oversight
of press passes to this office.

But my personal business
is off-limits.

So, full transparency
unless it makes you look bad.

Boy, I sure wish my cops
had the same courtesy.

We done here?

My regards to Mrs. Lewis.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Hi.

Hi.

Where's Pops?

Oh, probably killing it

at poker night
with his buddies.

You did not need a roast
for Sunday dinner.

We can always freeze one.

Hey.

Hey.

Your idea?

Their idea.

He threatened us with fishing
at 4:00 a.m. if we didn't.

And sorry for barging in
in front of your new boss.

Sorry for giving you
such a hard time.

Won't happen again.

Yes, it will.

Okay, well, I promise to be
less like him about it.

Thanks.

Only room for one of those
in the family.

Crawford thinks
our family has a monopoly

on the justice system.

Really? Why don't we give
ourselves a raise then.

And a family compound.

I'll be sure and work on that.