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Eamon.

This is Detective Baez.
I'm off duty.

I have a male DOA
in front of my residence.

(indistinct chatter,
phones ringing)

(knocks)

You summoned?

Shut the door.

Please.

You need to do something.

Okay. What?

I don't know.
Restrain me, maybe.

Here?

Not literally, Anthony.

It was a joke.

Remember jokes?

What's this?

Read it.

I forgot my glasses.

They're notes.

She's giving me notes.

Who?

The Right Honorable
Kimberly Crawford,

the District Attorney
for New York County.

Well, you give me notes all the
time when we're working a case.

That's different.

Of course. My bad.

"When cross-examining

"the defense witness,
focus on his priors

because they bear directly
on his credibility."

That's not so bad.

Yeah! It's 101!

Of course I'm gonna do that!

Of course, right.

And the rest of these? Hell no.

All right, you're not
gonna believe this.

All right, listen to this one.
"You..."

I...

What?

How about if you
write her a note

saying, "Thanks for the input,"

uh, hand-deliver it, and then

do whatever it is
you're gonna do anyway.

That is a great idea.

There you go. It's not so bad.

Uh-huh.

That is not what I said.

No, but I like
the "hand-deliver" part.

(groans)

(door opens, closes)

I understand, and
I'm not unsympathetic.

You disagree?

No, Sarge.

It's the third time.

You think that's
acceptable?

I think it's not
under my control.

Showing up to work on time
is not under your control?

Not when my wife gets sick,
causing me to be late for work.

I mean, that...
that's not under my control.

It's the third time.

Yes, Sarge.

In a week.

Yes, Sarge.

All right, that's it?
Nothing else to say?

I'm sorry?

You just lost your seat
in the car.

You're on a foot post
for a week.

Sarge, come on, it's 20 de...

Yes, Sergeant.

Today's roll.

Thank you.

You were a little tough on Diaz
there, don't you think?

If I thought that,
I wouldn't have

did what I did...

would I?

No.

But his wife is pregnant.

She gets sick in the morning.
He's just helping out.

The first time, the second time,
the third time, even, I get it.

But after that,
you develop a backup plan.

Anything else?

No, Sergeant.

(sighs)

You have thoughts on this?

I mean, I get it.

He doesn't seem
100% himself lately.

Less than 50%, where I sit.

Garrett?

I'd be lying if I said
I didn't notice a change.

And what would you be if you
were simply telling the truth?

He's not telling us
anything, but...

you can't help but
see the writing on the wall.

Maybe he and Sheila
are having problems.

And, like with almost everyone,

there's probably
increased drinking.

(sighs)
Or it's all of the above,

with a few unknowns thrown in.

Look...

...it's bad
and it's getting worse.

(door opens)

Sorry I'm late, boss.

Abigail, Garrett.

(sighs)

Let me get this
for you.

(sighs)

Sorry, boss. It's been, uh...

been a crazy morning.

How?

Just, you know...

Monday.

Gee, I never heard
a day of the week

used as an alibi before.

It's more like
a figure of speech.

What's going on, Sid?

It's... just been
a couple of weeks of Mondays.

Yeah, we already
did the Monday thing.

Just a rough patch.
Nothing I can't handle.

Well...

I think you need a hand.

I said I could handle it.

Someone to kind of...

steady the ladder, so to speak.

You lost me there.

Well, when my son Danny

was going through a rough patch,
he got some help.

Nothing I can't handle.

A Dr. Dawson.

He has experience
working with cops.

Like a shrink?

Not like one. Is one.

I don't know, boss.

I'm more the strong,
silent type.

Yeah, we'd all like
to think of ourselves that way,

but this last year has...

kind of put a lie to that.

And don't worry,
you're not alone in this.

Garrett and Baker
will see him, too.

We will?

We will?

Yes.

Strength in numbers.

All for one and one for all?

All for one?

Sure.

I'll even see him first.
How's that?

He was lying there dead.

I mean,
I really don't even know.

Who was this guy?

(sighs) His name was Eamon.

I met him at the gym.
He was my trainer.

Did you know him well?

I mean,
as well as you can know someone

after going on a few dates
with them.

Uh, and did you check him out?

(sighs)
Yeah, of course. No record.

No priors.
No enemies that I know of.

Okay, what about family?

Did he have kids?

Ex-wife? Married?

I wouldn't go out
with a married guy.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
that a married guy

wouldn't go out with you.

As far as I know, no.

But I didn't do
a lot of digging.

I mean, I didn't have feelings
for the guy,

at least not yet.

Okay. Some old girlfriends
that you know of?

(sighs)

Look, I really have no idea.

Probably. I didn't ask.

I mean, we only went
on a couple of dates.

He said he was single.
I didn't sweat him.

Okay. Any idea
who might want him dead?

(sighs)

♪ ♪

You wanted to see me, boss?

Yeah. Come in, take a seat.

Well, it's always bad news
when you tell me to sit down.

Do you mind if I stand, please?

Sit down.

I already know
what you're gonna say.

Oh, you do?

Yeah.

Internal Affairs is gonna start
sniffing around my partner.

Already on their way.

Okay, but, boss,

you and I both know
she had nothing to do with this.

That's us. That's not them.

So, I can't even talk
to my own partner anymore?

Incorrect.

Oh, you want me to put her
in the box and sweat her.

I just want you to give her
a friendly dry run

before the rat squad shows up.

She's not gonna like that.
I don't want to do it.

It's what's best for her.

(sighs) All right.

15 years.

15. That's how long

I've been in this office,
doing this job.

How long you been here?
Couple months?

So, if you want to talk
about my case

or discuss strategy
or get briefed

on what I plan on doing,
then let's do that.

Let's have that discussion.

But to give me notes

like I'm some
wet-behind-the-ears A.D.A.?

No. Let's not do that.

I'm sorry, Cyrus.

I'm gonna have to give you
a call back.

CYRUS:
Yeah. No problem.

(line clicks, beeps)

You were on the phone?

Yep.

Why didn't you say anything?

Why didn't you knock?

I apologize.

That was unprofessional.

You think?

Was that any Cyrus I might know?

Governor's new deputy.

And you know what
he's doing right now?

Reconsidering his opinion of me.

After all, if my own staff

does not respect me,
my boundaries or my notes,

why should he?

Again, I apologize.

Unprofessional.

Unacceptable.

Yes. That, too.

But the thing
with the-the notes,

that...

that still stands.

Does it?

Yes.

Great.

Then let's you and I sit down
for that conversation...

tomorrow.

(door opens, closes)

(sighs)

Dr. Dawson is here.

(sighs):
Oh.

Okay.

Commissioner Reagan,
Dr. Alex Dawson.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Please.

I hope you don't mind us doing
it here instead of your office.

My schedule's packed
to the gills.

Of course, Commissioner.

Sit down, please.

(chuckles): Unless I'm supposed
to take the couch.

(laughs)
No, this... this is fine.

(sighs)

Thanks for helping me out.

Not at all.

I was pleasantly surprised
when you reached out with it.

Coffee?

I'm good, thanks.

So...

can I let you in on
a little secret?

If you let me take a guess
at what it is first.

Okay.

That you don't need
any help personally.

You're sitting with me
as a generous gesture

to remove the stigma
for the old-school cop

who you think does need therapy
but is allergic to the idea.

(sighs) Well...

I wouldn't characterize it
just like that.

And how would you
characterize it?

It's complicated.

If I have any questions,
I'll speak up.

And maybe you don't need
that pen and pad.

I'll put it away
if it bothers you.

It doesn't bother me.

But you just asked me
to put it away.

Suggested.

Am I doing this wrong?

How do you think
you could be doing it wrong?

I always told my kids

not to answer a question
with a question.

(chuckles)

(sighs)
Can I be honest with you?

Have you been dishonest
with me so far?

Look, there might have been
some truth to what you said

about this being a gesture.

But the point is,
my guy needs some help,

and I think you're
the right person for the job.

I'm just...

kind of here to--
oh, I don't know--

maybe kick-start the process.

But you don't need any help?

(sighs)

I can tell you from experience
that time doesn't speed up

the more you check the clock.

And even the happiest person
who walks the earth

needs more than four minutes
to unload.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Sorry.

Like I said, packed day.

Maybe we can think of this
as a prelim.

Again, thanks so much.

You take care.

(sighs)

Got a minute?

Hello?

(whispering):
Oh, you're sleeping.

I'm meditating.

Oh, sorry.

Are you done?

I am now.

How can I be of service,
Officer Janko?

It's about Diaz.

Didn't we already have
that conversation?

We did, but...

we have to have it again.

It's never as good
as the first time.

Cute.

You need to reconsider
the rip you gave him.

Do I?

You do.

And all this time,
I thought I was the one

wearing the stripes
in the family.

You remember that time
you thought I should

withdraw my name
when the precinct was

electing an alternate
for the new union delegate?

Because of a conflict
of interest between us.

And you were smart
to listen to me.

Yeah.

I didn't, and I was elected.

And Diaz is my first assignment

because our regular
union delegate is on vacation.

Tell me you're kidding.

Tell me that you will reconsider
the rip you gave Diaz.

I can't. I won't.

Well...

What's that?

It is formal notice
from the union.

And you and I have
a preliminary hearing

tomorrow with the C.O.

I'll let you get back
to meditating.

Detective Baez, you knew the
victim in question personally,

Eamon Riordan?

I did.

How would you describe
the state of your relationship?

Insignificant.

How long were you dating?

I just said we weren't dating.

We went on about
three or four dates.

Some people would
actually consider

three or four dates
to be dating.

Well, I wouldn't.

Okay.

(inhales sharply)

Were you intimate?

(sighs) Seriously, Danny?

You know I.A. is gonna
ask you that... and more.

I barely knew the guy.

Yet he ends up dead
on your doorstep, Detective.

(sighs)

Were you two close?

Come on, Danny,
what is this?

Did you have feelings
for each other?

What is this?

This is about one tenth
of what I.A.

is going to be asking you,
and you know it.

Well, I can't tell if you're
just playing I.A. with me,

or if these are the questions
you just really want to ask.

You think
I want to do this?

'Cause, honestly, I can't tell
if you're not answering

because it's me
asking the questions

or if you just don't
have answers.

And if that's the case,

you really need to find them

before I.A. comes rolling
through that door.

(door opens)

(sighs)

There you are.
Thank you so much.

You come here a lot?

I like it.

Nice quiet atmosphere.

So it's a great
place to come

if you want to
keep things civil.

That's one of my father's
favorite phrases:

"Let's keep it civil."

As in keep it productive?

Sometimes.

And sometimes
to deflect conflict

he doesn't want to have.

Not me.

Let's have our conversation.

I wanted your job.

Honest.

Return the favor?

You resent me because I'm Black.

Uh, no.

I'm not saying
you're racist

by any stretch,
but you think I got this job--

your job-- because I'm Black.

No, I never said that.

No, it's okay,
because it's true.

And I'm okay with that
for lots of reasons.

First and foremost because
it is far from the only reason

that I got the job.

I got the job
because I'm qualified.

Agreed.

Great.

Then we agree to agree.

And so it's only fair
that I run it my way.

Or the highway.

I will continue to give you

as many notes
as I see necessary.

So make me miserable
until I quit.

I'm not trying
to make you miserable,

but I am running it my way.

A distinction
without a difference.

I control me. You control you.

We need to talk.

Look, about yesterday,

I know you were just
doing the right thing.

It's not about
yesterday.

Come on.

Where?

Just come with
me, please.

What's going on?

How's it going?

What?

I just made the pot fresh
myself this morning.

How is it?

What are you talking about?

Just come with me.

Danny, what is going on?

Don't look, but look.

You see the blonde?

Yeah. Who is she?

Do you know her?

No. Should I?

Well, she knows your guy friend.

BAEZ:
Okay, one of his clients?

Who is she?

His fiancée.

(scoffs softly)

(sputters softly)

What you doing?

Nothing.

You closed
your computer?

I did.

Why?

Why do you want to know?

Because you obviously don't want
me to know what you're writing.

Well, if it's so obvious,
then why do you want to see it?

Because I'm curious.

Curiosity is rarely considered
sound reason for taking action.

Remember the cat?

You're annoying, you know that?

I've been told.

You're writing what you're
gonna say to the C.O. tomorrow.

Actually, I was writing you
a love letter.

You're really pissing me off.

Then I'm sorry,
and I'm just doing my job.

It's not fair.

You're a lawyer.

You know how to make
a really good argument. I don't.

And yet I've lost, like,
a million arguments with you.

Trust me.

You're gonna do just fine.

That looks pretty bad.

Not as bad as it feels.

You sure you don't want
to take the day?

Sheila's home.

So you got a built-in
Florence Nightingale.

More likely Nurse Ratched.

(door opens)

Ladies, gentlemen.

GARRETT:
Frank.

GORMLEY:
Boss.

BAKER:
We were just discussing
how challenging

the past year has been

for marriages all
across the country.

Sheila break your hand?

Sliced my thumb open

cleaning my butcher's
knife in the sink.

How many stitches?

Dozen.

Plus, they had to
reattach a tendon.

(sighs)
And you showed up for work?

No rest for the weary.

Are you weary or wounded?

Look, you got a lot
on your plate, Sid.

Why don't you take the day.

Thank you, boss, but, honestly,
I'd rather stay here.

Keep busy with work.

I got a stack a mile high
sitting on my desk.

And your gun hand's
out of service.

You see Dawson yet?

I'm trying to find the time.

I found the time yesterday.
Piece of cake.

Well, I had enough doctoring
in the ER for this week.

I'm going later today.
We could ride down together.

I'm fine.

BAKER: Maybe he could
squeeze me in, too.

We'll make it a thing.

A pity party.

Maybe grab
a piece of cake after.

Get it done.

Morning.

Morning, partner.

I'm guessing you're here

because you want
some information

about the interview
with the fiancée, yes?

Come to think of it,
a heads-up would've been nice.

Well, fair enough.

It's also fair
that I tell you

that her alibi is
rock-solid so far.

Okay.

I would've called you,
or I would've texted you,

but I can't.

If I did, it's gonna ping
on I.A.'s radar.

Then we're gonna have
a serious problem.

No. Danny, it's fine.
That-That's not why I'm here.

Okay, why are you here?

(sighs) I got a package
this morning.

Related to the case?

No. It's, uh, laundry detergent
from Amazon.

And you rushed right over
to tell me about that?

Let me finish.

Look, when the delivery guy
rang my doorbell,

my phone rang
at the same exact time.

Is this a riddle?

My doorbell is synched
to my phone.

My contractor installed

one of those video doorbell
things last week.

I forgot all about it.

Did you say "video"?

BAEZ:
Every one of these is

an event that the
doorbell recorded.

You just click on one,
and it plays.

Uh-huh.

That's Patrick, my mailman.

(keyboard clicking)

Here we go.

You want to

turn the other way or something?

No, it's fine.

Just hit "play."

Okay.

We got to get this to TARU.

Morning, Sid.

Morning, boss.

I was just leaving you a note.

Apologizing?

About what?

Come on.

Look, we're all seeing Dawson.

That was the deal.

Not that.

For having me tailed.

I'm sorry it was such
a big waste of time.

What are you talking about?

Having me pulled over on my way
home from the bar last night?

Give me a break.

What the hell
are you talking about?

And they played it real cute,
those two in the radio car.

Boy, you should give 'em a medal

for acting clueless.

Sid...

Had a Virgin Mary.

All right?
A burger and a Virgin Mary!

You really think

I would drink and drive?!

Sid!

I had nothing to do
with that stop.

Look at me!

Nothing.

You can't blame me
for thinking.

The hell I can't.

Yeah, well,
what do you expect?

You've been riding me
all week, busting my chops,

giving me side eye about my
hand, like I did it on purpose.

Making me go to the shrink when
you know I don't want to go.

And you haven't gone.

'Cause I got rights
to privacy like anybody else!

Look, it's like
when you were a kid,

driving with your mom and dad;
if they came to a sudden stop,

they'd put their hands out and
brace you back into your seat.

To keep you safe.

That's all this is. Take it.

Whether I like it or not, right?
Want it or not?

Whether you recognize it or not.

Even you? Huh?
The unsinkable Frank Reagan?

Are you gonna tell me

you're gonna be running back
to session number two?

No.

Right. Because you don't
need help, right?

Just me.

(voice breaking):
I'm the basket case...

...who needs help.

Take the day.
That's coming from a friend.

(siren wailing)

His wife is having a baby.

That's true, boss.
His wife is having a baby.

That's the same as
he's having a baby.

I'm not sure his wife would
agree with that.

Don't try to
play for laughs.

I'm not trying to...

Captain, the truth is

Diaz should be applauded
for his behavior.

Applauded for showing
up late to work

three times in a week?

His wife is sick.

She's throwing up every morning.

I understand that.

Really? I don't think
Sergeant Reagan does.

I think Sergeant Reagan
is the kind of man

who would leave his wife
to fend for herself

while off to work he goes.

This isn't about
Sergeant Reagan.

Sergeant Reagan is the one
who gave him the rip.

Yes, after I excused

his tardiness
on two separate occasions.

But his wife is
still pregnant.

What do you
expect him to do?

Just magically wish away
her morning sickness?

I expect him to
make a better plan,

to wake up an hour earlier,

to do things
the night before

that he would typically
do in the morning

so that he can help his wife
and get to work on time.

Anything further?

I-I just think...

She's not feeling well, and...

It's just that
Diaz is a good guy,

and he's just trying
to do the right thing.

Sergeant Reagan is right.

Diaz has been
shown leniency.

We keep making exceptions
to the rules around here,

they become the rules.

That'll be all.

Thank you, boss.

You rang, Your Majesty?

(sighs)
Take a look at this for me.

This is like déjà vu
all over again in here.

Just read it.

(exhales)

Are you out of your mind?

That bad?

I didn't get past
the first line.

Then what?

You are not doing this.

I won't let you.

I'm not doing this.
She's doing this.

What, she fired you?

Not in so many words.

Well, this is easy to decipher.

Did she say
the words

"You're fired"?

No.

Then you're not fired.
That'll be 50 bucks.

She's pushing me out, Anthony.

So push back.

And why not?

Because I'll lose.

You don't know that.

She's the boss,
and she thinks I resent her.

You do resent her.

Why does everyone
keep saying that?

Because it's true.

Of course you resent her.
She got the job that you wanted.

Well, then, if she's right,
then I should go.

I should leave
and start somewhere fresh.

No, you should stand
your ground and push back.

And, what, butt heads
the entire time?

Suddenly you're bashful
about banging heads?

Grow a pair and get to work.

(door opens, closes)

(sniffles)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

(sighs)

(sniffles)

(gasps)

♪ ♪

(both shouting, grunting)

♪ ♪

Police! Drop it!

Right now!

(panting)

(panting)

(knocking)

Thank you for coming.

To your office.

Yes, I appreciate it.

(sighs) After our lunch,

I thought long and hard
about what you said.

I'm glad to hear that.

And then I reread

your notes on my case,

and I have to admit there's some
very good guidance in there.

More good news.

And then I deleted your notes.

While they were
very good suggestions

and I have no doubt that you
would execute them flawlessly,

they do not work for me.

And you know this how?

Because I know myself.

Or as you put it,

I control me.

And if I insist?

Then I will

try to find the time
to walk you through the progress

of the 342 cases I'm overseeing.

Try to find the time?

After putting out

a few feelers,
I've gotten three job offers.

So I would
have to clear

that transition period
with the firm I go to.

You would never leave this job.

You haven't seen the offers.

I can work with you.

I cannot work for you.

Let's keep it civil.

Agreed.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Been texting all morning.
Nothing.

Yeah, me either.

We got to get ahead
of this with Frank.

You should say
something.

Me? Why me?

He likes you better.

No, he doesn't.

Besides, you outrank me
by, like, a million.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Sid said he's running
a little late, right?

Shouldn't be too long.

How long?

Oh, I don't really know.

He spoke to Abigail.

Baker?

He was kind of vague.

But he will be coming in today?

No question.

Definitely.

You're good people,
you know that?

Thank you.

Thank you.

You know why?

You both understand the value
of being a good friend.

Look, Sid is going to be fine.

But he isn't gonna be in
for a while.

What happened?

Well... (sighs)

he found out
a couple of weeks ago that...

his partner of 15 years
had died.

No bedside visit.

No funeral.

No chance to say goodbye.

I can't think of anything worse.

♪ ♪

"Even in our sleep,

"pain which cannot forget

falls drop by drop
upon the heart."

(sighs)

(sighs)

You assigned Diaz
to Sector David.

Yes, I did.

He's supposed to be
on foot patrol, remember?

Well, maybe someone
up top made a change.

I talked to the C.O.
He said it wasn't him.

Maybe the X.O. then.

Nope.

Well, then I don't know who,
or why you care so much.

It's the outcome
you wanted.

So maybe just be happy
it went your way?

It was you.

You think I undid
my own rip,

even after the C.O.
ruled in my favor?

I do.

Well, you're wrong.
That makes no sense.

Sure it does.

You think I did it for you?

For us.

Look, you need to know

that I absolutely
in no way undid that rip.

Not for you.

Not for anyone.

Really?

Really.

I knew it.

I knew it.
I knew it.

I knew it!

(laughs) Sorry.

(exhales)

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(monitor beeping steadily)

How you doing?

All good.

Just, uh...

just a few scrapes and bruises.

Yeah, sorry.

Guess her alibi wasn't
as good as we thought.

How did you know?

Your doorbell app.

Yeah.

It was still active
on my computer.

Started pinging,
and I saw her

approaching your place.

So I... headed over.

So I was saved by the bell?

Yeah, you were literally
saved by the bell.

Look, I don't know why

I didn't tell you
I was out there dating.

Any time

I thought to mention it,
I just felt...

awkward.

You don't have to explain.

You should probably know that

whatever awkwardness you felt,

I... I feel it, too.

Well, maybe that can
just be enough for now?

Yeah, I think so.

(birds chirping)

It's thick.

Mm.

Wow.

It's kind of thick.

Could be thicker.

What the hell are
you talking about?

That is my first-choice
college acceptance letter.

Or rejection letter.

ERIN:
Well, gee,

thanks for the support, Dad.

I got to keep
his expectations realistic.

Don't I?

Okay.

Would somebody please tell me
what you're talking about?

That's the letter
from his first-choice college.

If it's thick,
it means he got in.

HENRY:
Because?

Oh, because of all the paperwork
he'll have to fill out.

Oh.

If the envelope is thin,
then it means it's just

a letter saying
thanks but no thanks.

That's cold, Uncle Jamie.

DANNY:
Yeah, well,
the jury's out on this one,

because it's...

kind of both--
it's thick and thin.

It's right in the middle.

Well, I know one way
to find out.

Open it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's not gonna
open itself, Sean.

Time to cowboy up.

Fingers crossed.

Good luck.

I got in.

I got in, Dad.

Whoa!

I got in, guys.

(all cheering, clamoring)

(whoops)

Yeah!

(cheering continues)

Yeah!

Yes!

Yay! Sean!

Sean!

Way to go!

ALL (chanting):
Sean! Sean! Sean! Sean!

(chanting continues)

(knocking)

Please, come in.

Have a seat.

I take it this visit's
not a gesture?

No, it's not.

And I take it
Lieutenant Gormley

has not reached out
to you?

No.

Not surprised.

You can lead a horse to water.

Yes.

(sighs)

Is that why
you asked me up here?

I don't know why
I asked you up here.

But thanks for coming.

I hope you don't mind the desk.

But... not the couch, please.

Never been a fan of couches.

(sighs)

Look.

(panting softly)

I don't want to waste your time.

You're not.

(sighs) So...

I lost my wife to cancer.

My son and daughter-in-law
to murder.

I've lost 23 of my people
in the line of duty.

I have a grandson in harm's way

and probably had a hand
in putting him there.

And some days I can't see
past that scoreboard.