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What do we got?

22-year-old, DOA.

Female Black identified
as Kayla Martin.

Lived in 4A.

Super found her
this morning.

Any idea
when she ended up here?

Super says she wasn't here
when he dumped the garbage

at 11:00 p.m.,

so it had to be
sometime overnight.

Okay.

And there's
something else.

One of the neighbors
said the victim

recently transitioned.

Transitioned?

What do you mean,
male to female?

Yes.

She was transgender.

♪ ♪

ABETEMARCO: This case dropped
on my desk this morning.

Local gang robbed a shoe store
last night.

Robbery with a side of assault.

Actually, that was the perp
taking the beating.

Then who's the tough guy
in the hat?

Devin Brooks-- member of the
Urban Defenders Safety Patrol.

Which clearly doesn't include
safety for the guy he's beating.

Witnesses say
it was the perp

that threw the first punch.

And Mr. Brooks had the right
to defend himself

until there was
no longer a threat.

How's the victim?

Perp is in the hospital.
Broken face,

internal bleeding.

And you're okay with all this?

No. But him and his scumbag pals
were looting the place,

throwing punches.

I guess they found out
there are no free Jordans.

It doesn't work that way,
and you know it.

Cop takes a punch
and does what Brooks did,

he's doing his job.

A T-shirt and a funny hat
does not make you a cop,

and it certainly
doesn't give you the right

to use somebody else's head
as a punching bag.

I agree.
But the Urban Defenders

do a lot of good in this city.

I'm just saying.

Fine.

I will meet with Mr. Brooks

and then decide
whether to charge him.

Happy?

Delirious.

JANKO:
What's going on?

Got complaints
about these guys drinking

and harassing pedestrians--
not the first time.

All right, you're
disturbing the peace.

Take off, or you're all going in
for disorderly conduct.

Must be a slow day
in pig city, huh?

What's your name,
smart-ass?

Oh, hi, baby.
Looking good.

Watch your mouth.

Oh.

Ooh...

(laughing):
I made her girlfriend mad.

Ha. At least I got one.

You got a big mouth, bitch.

Yeah?

Yeah.

JANKO:
Hey!

Put your hands
behind your back.

Stop fighting us.

(laughs)

Got him?

Yep.

Okay.

Stay down.

All right.

Tommy Simms.

You just made
a big mistake, Tommy.

Roll over. Come on,

get on your knees-- you've
done this before, I'm sure.

Like throwing sucker punches,
you little prick?

JANKO: Hey, don't do it!

WITTEN:
He's got it coming, Eddie.

Damn right he does!

Hey, it's wrong. Hey!

JANKO:
Hey! Don't do it.
It's not right.

Stop!

We got company.

You just got
real lucky.

Let's go.

(laughs)

When?

This afternoon.

If I return their calls,

would that buy some time?

Only if you have
absolute proof the reports

are in error.

Going back to the mid-'90s?

How am I gonna do that?

Exactly.

Aw, man, man.

Man, oh, man.

I'm so sorry, Sid.

Just between us, do you think
the reports are accurate?

No!

No. But do they have some truth?

Probably.

And nowadays
that's enough to hang you,

you're a veteran cop.

(takes deep breath)

Tell Frank?

Mr. Corleone is a man

who insists on hearing bad news
immediately.

So yeah, let's tell him.

GARRETT:
The Daily News did a deep dive

into every single NYPD
disciplinary record

made public.

I knew unsealing those records

was gonna be a disaster.

We all did.

GARRETT:
But it was allowed,

and there's
no going back.

Their reporting

focuses on excessive
force complaints against

one particular cop
with over 25 years

of service.

That would be Sid?

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

When?

GARRETT:
Online

today; in print tomorrow.

How bad?

They wouldn't share.

(sighs):
Look, we vetted you
under some pretty hot lights

before we raised you up here.

I can't imagine
we missed anything important.

But the lights
are different now.

Well, one thing's
still the same.

I got your back.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

(chuckles):
Hi.

Hi. Uh, Detective Reagan.

This is my partner,
Detective Baez.

Do you have a moment
for a word?

About what?

Um, your friend Kayla.

Uh...

She hasn't been answering
my texts.

I-Is she okay?

Unfortunately, no.

Her body was discovered outside
of her building this morning.

Oh, my God.
(exhales)

Oh, my God.

You were her last contact.

God, this is my fault.

What are you talking about?

I dragged Kayla out

to a bar last night.

They were hosting a trans night,

and-and sh-she didn't want
to go.

You went with her?

Kayla was in the process
of her transition,

and I just
wanted her to...

cut loose a little,
have some fun.

Did she?

She-she met a guy.

You got a name for us?

No, I-I didn't meet him.

Brown hair, uh,

athletic,

maybe six
feet tall,

in his 30s.

And she left with this guy?

(quietly):
Yeah.

I encouraged her.

I'm such an idiot.

It's not your fault.

(cries, sniffles)

Was he trans?

(sniffles)
No. But...

most of us don't wear signs
around our necks.

I promise you we'll do
all we can to find this guy.

Uncle Brian's Bar.

Broome and Bowery.

If you think of anything else,

please don't hesitate to call,
okay?

Very sorry for your loss.

JANKO:
Who takes a swing

at a cop
in broad daylight,

surrounded
by other cops?

Yeah.

I was hoping we left that crap
in the rearview mirror

along with 2020.

(sighs)

Thank God
he is behind bars now.

Expedited
to arraignment.

What?

Judge released him ROR.

That's a joke.

Yeah. A bad one.

I bet if he'd

slugged a judge, Simms
would be in jail right now.

Next time he screws up,
we'll take him down.

Count on it.

Thank you
for coming in, Mr. Brooks.

Am I being charged with a crime?

Not yet.

All right, I'm
glad to hear that.

'Cause, to be honest,
Ms. Reagan,

I don't think I
did anything wrong.

You put a man in the hospital,
Mr. Brooks.

I defended myself.

The video shows you doing
a lot more than that.

Look, I was scared. I didn't
know if he had a weapon.

So you're saying
you feared for your life?

Yeah. It's a scary situation.

Which you chose
to put yourself in.

Yeah, I chose
to put myself in harm's way

to keep innocent people safe.

And that's exactly what I did
last night.

You have martial arts training,
Mr. Brooks?

I'm a third-degree black belt.

But karate's
a defensive discipline.

I saw a lot of offense
on the surveillance video.

I risked my life
to protect that store.

Which is admirable.

But the laws still apply here.

Look, I get it.
You have a job to do.

But that guy attacked me
while committing a crime,

and he paid the price.

I'm not the
bad guy here.

He is.

(chuckling)

(siren whooping)

(engine turns off)

Yo!

It's the two
little piggies.

(snorting)

Y'all missed me, huh?
Yeah...

We're here to talk to Tommy.

The rest of you can take off.

Aw.

(chuckling)

Get out of here now.

(chuckles)
They're serious.

Yeah.

You know,
even a box of rocks knows

you can't go around
punching police officers.

Hey, I don't know.
You could've fooled me.

You think you're a badass, huh?

'Cause you sucker punched a cop?

You better back off.

Or what,
you'll take a swing at me?

Rachel.

Come on.

Give me your best shot.

Go ahead, Tommy.

(vehicle approaching)

First one's free.

We sh-- we should take off.

No?

(siren chirping)

(vehicle door opens)

Is your dad here?

You arresting that man, Officer?

No, Sergeant.

(sniffs)

What are you doing here?

Heard this job
come over the air.

Get out of here.

You just got real lucky.

Anytime.

The hell was that?

We got a call
that clown was back at it.

So you decided to call him out?

I was just talking to him.

That's not what I saw.

(Simms laughing in distance)

We don't do revenge.

Understood?

Yes, Sergeant.

Yeah.

He breaks the law,
you collar him.

Otherwise,
let's get back to work.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Scuse me. Detective Reagan.

This is my partner,
Detective Baez.

Were you working here
last night?

I'm always working.

Though I'm sure
I could get some time off

if a handsome detective wanted
to cuff me up

and take me down to the station.

Thank you, but that
won't be necessary.

Too bad.

We have reason to believe

that a young woman was murdered

by someone
she left here with last night.

(sighs)
My God, it never stops.

We'd like to see
your security camera footage

and credit card receipts,
please.

I'm sorry.
We don't have cameras here.

And this is
a cash-only establishment.

Oh.

Our clientele

values their privacy.

Right.

Well,

do you remember serving a guy

with brown hair in his 30s?

Lips here's kidding, right?

A million faces pass
through this place,

none as pretty
as your partner's.

Will you cut it out?

We are trying to solve
a murder here,

one that could've happened
in your bar.

Look, Missy, I've been dealing

with this kind of crap
for years.

Call me jaded, but I know
these cases never get solved.

Let's get out of here.

Okay.

If you remember anything,
give us a call, okay?

Thanks.

(door closes)

Well, that was
something else.

What's going on with you?

Something bothering you
about this case?

What? No.

You sure about that?

(sighs)

All right, look.
I'm not judging anyone.

I...

I've just never been around it,

so I just don't really get
the whole transgender thing.

You don't have to get it, yet.

What we have to get is
a murderer.

Yeah, I don't need you
to tell me that.

Good. Well,
let's get a canvass going.

Okay? 'Cause somebody,

or some camera, saw those two
leave this bar together.

All right.

Okay.

He'll see you now.

Thank you.

Mr. Mayor.

Morning.

I'm no easier to get rid of
if I'm standing.

(chuckles softly)

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

But let's cut
through the part

where flags wave
and music swells.

Been a while.
I've missed our little chats.

Hmm.

So...

Lieutenant Gormley stays.

Lieutenant Gormley goes.

I've read the complaints.

Not the briefing,

the actual complaints.

Accusations from decades ago.

Roughing up a mother of five
in front of her kids?

A career criminal
with a rap sheet

that would make your toes curl.

Handcuffing a minor
to the bumper of a radio car.

To chase down the crew

who beat a senior
within an inch of his life.

We could play this all morning,
but we're not gonna.

(sighs) Mr. Mayor...

You need to look at the context
of each complaint.

Actually, I don't.

I need to look at them
the way the public does,

the city council does.

Then you're not doing your job.

Nobody's gonna look at them
like you do, okay?

They will if you lead.

Right now I need to lead you,

to embracing the fact

that these kinds of stains

don't come out
with time or excuses.

Each one was investigated
and no wrongdoing was found.

But somebody somewhere
in your department

didn't think to shred 'em?

(chuckles)

That's not the way it's done.

Then that's on you guys.

Your predecessor at One PP.
Whoever.

Who it's not on is me.

That's the alternative?
We failed to cover it up?

Look, I get that it's your guy.

One of my 35,000 guys.

Well, this guy's in the news,

and not for catching the baby
fell out the window.

You lost me.

Okay. Simply put...

let him go and move on.

Or?

You really want me
to spell it out?

Okay.

You're good at policing,

but you don't play well
with others.

At some point, the latter
outweighs the former,

and that point's right
around the corner.

Are we clear?

I am.

Can't speak for you.

Detective Reagan?

Hey, uh, Ashley.

Um, what's going on?

You tell me.
Any updates on the case?

We still haven't tracked down
the guy from the bar.

Well, try harder; someone must
have seen something.

I agree.
We're doing our best.

Maybe you are,
but what about your partner?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means most cops
don't give a damn

when trans women are murdered.

Well, this cop does.

And I can assure you,
my partner and I

are treating this case
like every other case.

That's exactly the problem.

This isn't like
every other case.

What I mean is we're treating it
with the utmost respect.

It is a hate crime.

We don't know that.

Guy picks up a transgender
woman at a bar,

strangles here to death.
What would you call that?

Right now, we don't know
all the facts.

You want a fact? All right,
here's one for you.

How about transgender people
have a murder rate

seven times higher than
the general population.

Is that enough for you?

I know that.

Do you know what it's like
to wake up every single day

and fear for your life,
constantly encountering people

who hate you for simply
existing?

No, I don't know
the hate you feel.

I'm a cop. I mean, we're hated
in a whole different way.

Are you kidding me?

Excuse me, cops have guns.

You-you have the law
on your side.

The 44 transgender people
murdered last year,

they-they had none of that.

All we've got is each other,
which is why I am here.

Fair enough.

Look... (sighs)

we have nobody who
saw them leave the bar.

Now, it may take a while,

but would you be willing
to sit down

with Detective Baez
and go through the footage,

see what you can see?
Maybe it'll help.

(knock on door)

Mr. Ward.

Thanks for seeing me.

I assume you're here
to discuss Devin Brooks?

Devin's a good kid.

Like all my people, dedicated
to keeping the peace.

He also beat a man
half to death.

Eh, the lowlife will live.

Maybe it knocked some sense
into him.

I'm concerned that

Mr. Brooks took it too far.

They're called Defenders
for a reason.

Devin didn't start this.

Well, he definitely ended it.

Would you prefer it was
my guy in the hospital?

I did not say that.

We don't look for trouble, Erin.

We're nonviolent,
we don't carry weapons.

One could argue that Mr. Brooks'
martial arts training

makes him a weapon.

This punk came after him.

You're up here in this
nice, safe office.

On the street,
you've got to react.

Well, his reaction looks
a lot like assault.

You're from a cop family.

I know your old man,
your grandfather.

The Reagans are all about

upholding the law.

The-the Defenders share
that mission.

And I appreciate that.

But your people are subject
to the same laws

they seek to defend.

Look, I don't need a lecture
from you, okay?

I've been helping
defend this city for 40 years.

I understand.

Which means that I got

40 years' worth of goodwill

in high places.

Well, you are welcome to call

anyone you wish, Mr. Ward.

In the meantime, I intend to
charge Mr. Brooks.

We'll see.

We'll see about that.

You see anyone?

Not yet.

Look, you don't have to be here.

We'll just give you a call
if we come up with something.

That's what you
really want, right?

For me to disappear.

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.
I see the way you look at me.

Uh, look, I'm just trying
to do my job.

And I'm trying to find
the bastard

who killed my best friend.

I'm here for her, not you.

(knock on door)

Find anything?

Nothing yet.

I may have.

There was a trans woman
named Marie

killed a few months ago.
You know anything about that?

Marie Adams.
I went to her vigil.

That case could possibly
help our investigation,

but we have no NYPD record
of it.

That can't be right.

Did you check her deadname?

Her what?

Her birth name, her name
before she transitioned.

Everything on the Internet
refers to her as Marie.

I don't think she was officially
transitioned on paper,

so her death might not
be listed under Marie.

BAEZ:
Do you happen

to know her deadname?

I think it was Mark.

(typing)

Got a hit. Mark Adams.

Strangled to death
a few months ago.

Who caught the case?

Detective Pete Castellano.

Pete Castellano. Okay.

We're gonna have to
pay Pete a little visit.

Oh. Governor.

Come in, Erin.

Counselor.

Heard you were in the building.

Good news travels fast.

You may as well join us.
Something tells me

you're both here
for the same reason.

Devin Brooks?

Or as I call him,
the Good Samaritan.

Oh, do you have a personal
connection to the case?

You mean in a Reagan
kind of way?

In a vested interest
kind of way.

Let's just say I'm a big fan
of Urban Defenders.

They make the city a safer
place, and I dig the hats.

This is about an individual
who committed a violent felony.

So you're suggesting
we charge Mr. Brooks?

Yes. The evidence is clear.

Far be it from me
to interfere

in D.A. business,

but the way I see it,
this guy's a hero.

To vigilantes everywhere.

To be fair, he was attacked.

In my neighborhood,
growing up,

if you started a fight
and got your ass kicked,

it's called
"got what's coming to you."

I don't remember that clause
in the statutes.

Well, my polling is running
ten to one in Brooks' favor.

We don't charge people
based on polling.

Do I have that right?

It's a complicated case.

Is it?

And I'll need to study the file
before I make my decision.

Absolutely. We need to
get this one right.

What's wrong?

I just went to
Crawford's office

to make the Brooks case,

and the governor beat me to it.

What's he got to do with this?

I have no idea,
but he made it clear

he doesn't want the guy charged.

And what'd Crawford say?

She played Switzerland.

But I could tell she was
gonna lean his way.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Give me a break. You wanted
Brooks to skate on this

from the beginning.

I just thought you were
being kind of rough on him.

Now I'm not so sure.

Why? What happened?

I made a few calls.

Brooks isn't just into karate,

he did some MMA fighting
at a gym in Brooklyn.

Real bloody stuff.

Harsh, but not illegal.

During his last match, he put
his opponent in a choke hold.

Guy tapped out.
Brooks wouldn't release him.

It took the ref and two other
guys to pull him off.

Any charges filed?

It's the MMA.

They don't call the cops
unless somebody died.

Well, somebody could have
in that gym

or outside that store.

You were right.
Brooks is a time bomb.

Just a matter of time
before he goes off again.

Castellano.

What's up, Reagan?

You caught a,

uh, homicide a few months
back, a Marie Adams.

Yeah, the trannie.
What about it?

The transgender woman.

Where are you
on the case?

Oh, come on, man.

You ever worked
one of these cases?

They don't have family,
no loved ones,

nothing but dead ends.

What's it to you anyway?

We're working a
transgender homicide

in the same neighborhood,
and they may be connected.

So?

So while you were sitting
around doing squat,

another innocent woman
was murdered.

You got some balls.

All right, knock it off.

Where's the case file?

Yeah? If you're so hot for it...

(drawer opens)

(drawer closes)

...it's all yours.

Knock yourselves out.

We're just doing our job.

Yeah.

The one we all
signed up for.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Hey, Sid.

Boss.

(closes laptop)

(door closes)

Boy, when it rains,
it pours, huh?

Taking it as it comes.
You know me.

But what comes lately...

Is landing on Sheila.

The phone won't stop ringing,

and she says they all sound like
they're sorry I died.

Yeah, a thing like this
takes a toll

we wish could land
just on us, but...

Have you explained
the situation to her?

And say what?

That you didn't
do anything wrong.

Boss, you and me could read it
like that,

but for the rest of the world,
it just sounds like whining.

Anyway, I didn't

come up here to cry in my beer.

I know this creates
a big problem for you.

Nothing I can't handle.

Just hear me out, okay?

A big problem in a year

overflowing
with them.

The problem here is not you.

Facts do not cease to exist

just 'cause some people choose
to ignore them.

Boss, come on, will ya?

What?

The fact that we can't
ignore here is I got to go.

That's what
the mayor wants,

and you know, he's right.

I run this department.

And you've done
a hell of a lot for me,

and I got nothing,
nothing but gratitude.

But let's both be smart here.

I had a good run, boss.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Jamie was pretty mad, huh?

He'll get over it.

I didn't mean
to jam you up.

It's just that prick Simms
really pissed me off.

I get it.

(sighs) When I
came on the job,

cop haters like Simms
were pretty rare.

Now they're a
dime a dozen.

It's definitely no fun
to feel like we're the enemy.

I mean, I know
there's blame on both sides,

but it just feels like
there's no trust anymore.

I just don't know
what to do about it.

We'll figure it out tomorrow.

(sighs):
Yeah.

(keys jingle)

I said tomorrow.

WITTEN: Eddie!

Tell your girlfriend she's next.

Eddie, you okay?

Yeah. I think-think so.

Sarge, it's Witten.
Janko's been assaulted
in front of the precinct.

Suspect Tommy Simms
fleeing north on Chester.

Come on. Come on, we're gonna
get you to the ER, okay?

Yeah.

What's up?

Well, it turns out
Marie and Kayla's murders

have a very similar M.O.

So you think it's the same guy?

Well, Marie frequented the bar
that you took Kayla to,

and her last texts were about
going to trans night also.

There's another
trans night on Tuesday.

And we're gonna have
an undercover cop there.

An undercover cop?

As in, what,
Danny Reagan in drag?

No. Somebody who's trained
to do the job.

Whoever you send

will get spotted
before they order a drink.

You don't know that.

I'll do it.

No. Forget it.

Who can do this better than me?

It's not your world,

it's my world.

And I'm the one
who's seen the guy.

I get that,
but being a cop is my world,

and I'm the one who's seen how
dangerous this can be.

I'm gonna be at that bar when
this guy shows up,

with or without your help.

Okay.

Okay.

But you got to do it my way
and you got to do what I say.

Just don't tell my friends
I'm working with the cops, okay?

I've got a reputation
to protect.

Okay.

(door opens)

Hey.

(exhales)

You're just sitting around,

having a beer
with all your friends?

What's up?

Heard about Eddie.

Want to talk about it?

No.

You feel like you put her
in harm's way?

I don't think I did,
I know I did.

She's a cop.

She knows the risks. Right?

And I'm her supervisor.

When this guy got cut loose,
I should've handled it myself.

Well, you're a boss now.

And even if you weren't,
that's not how you roll.

Well, maybe it should be.

Pop taught us,

the number one
unwritten rule of the NYPD...

We take care of our own.

Yeah. Same goes for family.

Okay, so you hit
a daily double on this one.

That's all the more reason
you got to be careful.

And if it was Linda...

this guy went after,
what would you do?

In the old days, I would've
thrown him off a roof.

Exactly.

Okay, well,
this ain't the old days.

Times change.

So, this is Danny Reagan
counseling restraint?

Uh... (sighs)

Look, if I'm honest,

I don't know what I would do.

But I know what you should do.

Don't make it personal.

It already is.

Where is she?

She's coming.

So is Christmas.

Yeah, the food's getting

really cold.

Is she on her way?

Yeah. She has a thing. She's...

Well, we got a thing, too.
Dinner.

Yeah.

(door closes)

Finally.

Okay.

DANNY:
Gosh.

Hey, everyone. I'm
sorry that I'm late.

Holy crap.

That's the thing.

That's more than a thing.

Boy, the incident report
didn't do that justice.

There was no justice
to be found, Dad.

He was out on bail
for sucker punching another cop.

Out on bail?

Can you explain

how the hell
that makes any sense?

ERIN:
It doesn't. And I didn't
write the new bail laws,

and I certainly
don't agree with them.

No, you just enforce it.

Because it's her job.

ERIN:
I can understand
why you're upset.

I would be upset...

HENRY:
Because it's dead wrong.

I know...

Guys, can we just not?

I'm-- It took a lot for me

to just leave the house
looking like this.

I really don't want to
talk about it and...

absolutely do not want to argue
about how it came to happen.

Sorry, Eddie.

It's just that collateral damage
from our work

doesn't often make a personal
appearance at this table.

Didn't mean to make you upset.

Oh, I know.

Sorry.

Have you tried tea bags

to take down the swelling?

Uh, no.

You don't need tea bags,

you need a piece of raw steak.

That's what makes
the swelling go down.

DANNY:
No, in 1968

it did, Gramps.

What you need is four aspirin

and a bag of frozen peas.

20 minutes on,
20 minutes off.

Or all of the above, plus time.

SEAN:
Well, I think that

you look like Uma Thurman
from Kill Bill.

Even though
she was all beat up,

she was still really hot.

Did you just call
your aunt "hot"?

I meant it as a compliment.

I took it as one.
And it was a really nice one.

One of the best I've had in
a long time, so thank you, Sean.

Can you eat?

My jaw's a little sore,

but I could still have
mashed potatoes.

Hey, can I say grace?

Sure.

Okay.

Bless us, O Lord...

ALL:
...and these Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive...

DCPI Moore is...

Bring it.

Mr. Mayor.

Garrett.

Do you know
Lieutenant Gormley?

Only by reputation.

Thanks for seeing us,
Your Honor.

Frank put you up to this?

He doesn't know we're here.

This will only take a moment.

And why are you here?

I know what you told him
to do and I agree,

there's no other option.

It was nothing personal.

And I'm gonna go quietly.
I just got one last request.

Okay, shoot.

I'm not saying I'm so great,
but when I get the ax,

it's gonna cause a crisis
of morale among our cops.

And if you want
to bring this city

back together, you need
to pick up your end of this.

Which is?

Never waste a good crisis.

Take the mic,
say something to unite us

and inspire the men and women
to keep going.

Something good's
got to come out of this.

(footsteps approaching)

BAKER:
That is the last of them.

Thank you, Baker.

Any luck?

Don't believe in it.

You don't?

Nope.

You make your own luck
by being prepared.

Can I ask,
what are you looking for?

Balance, perspective...

...fairness.

In civilian complaint reports.

Yes.

So, looking for luck
in all the wrong places.

(laughs softly)

Probably.

More coffee?

I'm good, thanks.

Have Garrett call
a press conference.

The mayor needs to be there.

I can do that.

And Lieutenant Gormley.

Thank you, Baker.

Good night, sir.

(quietly):
I'm here to see the governor.

Give us a minute, guys.

I'd offer you some branzino,
but I'm guessing

this isn't a social visit.

Devin Brooks should be charged

with assault
in the first degree.

The rosemary vinaigrette
on this fish?

Sensational.

Okay, look.

Did Brooks go too far?

Maybe. But the kid he tuned up
is gonna make a full recovery.

He suffered serious
physical injury.

Without immediate medical care,
he could've died.

The kid's a thug.

You can bet he'll pay for
his damn sneakers next time.

You knew I was
handling this case.

You could've come
to me directly.

Kimberly's the
acting D.A.

Well, that was
your choice.

And when it comes to stuff
like this, I'm glad I made it.

And why is that?

I got a call from an old friend,
Chris Ward.

He said you disrespected him
and the Urban Defenders.

I did no such thing.

But you didn't help him out.

That's because Devin Brooks
broke the law.

And what if it was me asking
for the favor instead of him?

Are you implying that you're
asking for a favor now?

Are you wearing a wire?

(laughs softly)

It's all done
by Bluetooth now, FYI.

Yeah. You know why
I picked Crawford?

I can think of any number
of reasons.

You were just as qualified,
on paper.

But at the end of the day,
she's not a pain in my ass.

Well, I am certainly glad
there's no buyer's remorse.

And I guess only a pain
in the ass

would mention this,
but here we go:

I have prosecuted dozens of
rage-aholics like Devin Brooks.

And if he walks on this,
his next victim--

and there will be
a next one--

will probably end up in the
morgue instead of the hospital.

And whoever let him go
will be blamed,

and if that is you,
it will be front-page news.

(sighs)

Any suggestions?

Yes.

But you should probably
call Kimberly Crawford.

Please?

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

JANKO:
This is a bad idea, Jamie.

JAMIE:
It was a bad idea

for Simms to start
punching cops.

Well, uh...

Especially you.

Eventually he's gonna
pay the price.

Yeah, well, judge
let him walk again.

Now he's back

at his favorite spot,
with his knucklehead pals.

Jamie, I'm telling you,
I don't want you to do this.

Eddie, Simms has got
a beating coming.

And he's gonna get it.

(chuckling)

Hey, Sarge. How's it hanging?

Hey, Tommy. Got a message
from the NYPD for you.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

That information
that you gave us

so you could walk?

It all checked out.

What the hell
are you talking about?

JAMIE: Those dealers
you guys do business with

down on Rivington?
The Cruz brothers?

We took them down last night.
They're out of business,

thanks to you.

Which makes us even.

What's he talking about?

He's-he's lying.

NYPD wants to thank you
for your cooperation.

Have a good day.

TOMMY: He's...
he's-he's lying.

What is he talking about?

He's lying.

Cooperation?

What is he talking about?!

We didn't do nothin'!

(shouting)

Told you he had
a beating coming.

Nice work, Sarge.

♪ My patience is wearing
so thin ♪

♪ You're playing games
I know I'll never win ♪

♪ But I'm the one that got hurt
'cause you played with fire... ♪

(sighs)

You ordered a vodka
and cranberry?

Are you really
busting my chops right now?

BAEZ:
Ignore him.

He drinks appletinis.

What's wrong with an appletini?

They are delicious.

DANNY:
Thank you.

BAEZ:
And, Ashley,

if there's a moment

where you feel uncomfortable,

just tell us.

It's real brave
what you're doing.

I appreciate that.

Oh, my God, it's him.

(indistinct chatter)

(laughs softly)

Have I seen you here before?

First time.

You?

Nah.

I never miss trans night.

Oh. So you're looking
for something in...

particular?

I think you know exactly
what I'm looking for.

Then why wait?

Let's do this.

I like a girl who knows
what she wants.

(whispers):
You wanna go out back?

Yeah.

Allow me.

♪ ♪

(shouts, groans)

Okay, we lost her.
What's going on?

(grunting)

(excited chatter)

(whimpering)

Stupid whore.

Take it easy.

You deserve
what you've got coming.

Take it easy.

You think a guy like me

wants to be
with a freak like you?

Why are you like this?

I recognized you
the moment I walked in.

You were friends
with that bitch Kayla.

And now you're gonna die
just like she did.

(coughs)

Police! Hey!

What the hell?

Hands up!

Put your hands up and step away.

What the hell?

I said get 'em up!

Turn around!

This isn't what it looks like.

I...

DANNY: Shut up.

(coughs)

You okay?

(handcuffs clicking)

Yeah?

You did good.
No, you did good.

(crying): Thank you.

You did good.

(Ashley crying)

It's okay. It's okay.

Just got a call
from the governor.

Oh?

He reversed his position

on the Devin Brooks case.

I see.

He wants us to charge Mr. Brooks
with felony assault.

Then, if he takes
anger management classes,

stays out of trouble,

we let him
plead to a misdemeanor.

So Brooks pays a price,

while this office acknowledges
the value of a Good Samaritan.

An elegant solution.

I agree.

More elegant than
I'd expect from Mendez.

Like something a seasoned
prosecutor might come up with.

I met with the governor.

Behind my back.

My relationship with Mendez
precedes yours.

Which doesn't alter the fact
that you work for me.

You were going to grant
the governor's request

not to charge Brooks.

Yes. Mostly because no jury
would convict him.

The public thinks he's a hero.

He's a felon, regardless
of what the public,

or the governor says.

This office needs the good will
of the governor.

This office or you?

This office and me...

and you.

Unless I heard wrong.

I don't know what you heard.

I heard people who live
in glass houses

shouldn't throw stones.

Maybe we're not as different
as you like to think we are.

♪ ♪

"The officer threw me
forcefully to the ground

"and then handcuffed me,

"wrenching my hands
behind my back

"while I was in great pain

"and shouting to him

that I didn't do it."

The man who made this complaint

was a serial rapist
fleeing an attack.

What he describes
is textbook procedure

for apprehending a suspect
in a violent crime.

He was found guilty
and is serving a life sentence.

Not a single witness

to his arrest corroborated the
allegations of excessive force.

Hence the cop in question
was cleared of wrongdoing.

This complaint,
dated July 10th, 1982,

was filed against
Detective Frank Reagan.

(others murmuring)

And there are more
where that came from.

Almost every active cop
eventually faces accusations.

Some of them are substantiated,

and that cop is disciplined
or terminated.

But many times these complaints,

like the ones against
Lieutenant Gormley,

like this one against me,

are misleading at best
and sheer fiction at worst.

But if the court order releasing
years of civilian complaints

means we are judged
without context

and convicted without a defense,

then yes,

Lieutenant Gormley will go.

If that's what the people want,

I will hold the door for him.

And then I will follow him out.

(others murmuring)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

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