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And our number three value?

"Maintain a higher
standard of integrity

"than is generally
expected of others

because so much is
expected of us."

And...

And number four

is "Value human life,

"respect the dignity
of each individual

and render our services
with courtesy and civility."

I've never had a rookie
nail the mission statement

word for word on the first go.

That's pretty good.

(chuckles)

Now for the big question.

Name the three guys

who went fishing
for the shark in Jaws.

Wow.

(sighs) Come--

It's in my Netflix queue.

(laughs):
Netflix queue.

All right, for that,
you're getting us coffee.

Be right back.

Hi. Two coffees.

Hi.

Uh, both with one cream,
one sugar, please.

Okay.

(people shouting)

My water.

That's stealing!

Says who?

New York State penal law.

What are you, a cop?

Are you serious?

Take your stupid water.

HEKTOR (over radio):
Hey, boss, we got a situation.

(shouts)

WOMAN:
Come on, come on, come on.

Enough!

Who's next?

Enough!

Hands behind your back!

Help!

Police brutality!

Jill?

Jamie.

Why is he doing this to me?

Hey, boss, you know this woman?

I'll handle this.

Jill, just calm down.

He attacked me.

I did not.

Boss, I got this.

I got this.
Wait for me in the RMP.

Go.

Jill, you're under arrest.
Again.

Come on.

So this is it,
the famous Doc's Comedy Shop?

Don't tell me you
never been here before.

With what free time?

This place is an institution.

I mean, Eddie Murphy, Ellen,
Seinfeld all played here.

I get all the laughs I need
watching you at work.

Ha, ha. What do we got?

Club's talent booker showed up

to go over tonight's acts
with his boss,

found her dead instead.

DANNY:
Wait a minute,
that's Doc Pressly?

Doc Pressly's an icon.

Not to whoever killed her.

BAEZ:
Blood's congealed,

probably been
dead for hours.

Looks like blunt force
trauma to the head.

Is that the talent booker?

Teddy Lavigne.

Started last year.

Okay, thanks.

Excuse me.

Mr. Lavigne?
Detective Reagan,

my partner Detective Baez.

You found Doc Pressly?

I did. She was like
a second mom to me.

Reputation was that she was
a little prickly.

Doc was a bitch.

Uh, her word,
but she knew comedy.

She have any enemies?

Plenty.

But the screaming match
I saw most

was with our manager.

Ira Pressly?

Wait, she fought a lot
with her husband?

No, son. Her real son.

Oh.

Well, maybe he got
the last laugh.

(sighs)

WVUY is left-wing radio
through and through.

They don't even mention the
right lane when they do traffic.

Just schedule the interview.

Maybe you should listen
to the show first.

I do, every morning.

Really?

Look,

our voice needs to be heard,

particularly by their listeners.

As it is, it's just a choir
being preached to.

Sid.

Do you have an opinion, Sid?

Not really.

That'd be a first.

On any subject.

What's going on?

You don't want to hear it, boss.

And yet, I pay you to tell me.

Last night, an A.D.A. drew up
a complaint on a homeless woman.

Petit larceny
and resisting arrest

for assaulting rookie cop

Hektor Valle.

Why do I know that name?

He interned in this office
as a police cadet.

Is he okay?

Bruised rib, little shook up.

So what's the other shoe, Sid?

The A.D.A. then interviewed
Valle's partner,

who downplayed the whole event,
contradicted the assault,

said criminal mis.
at best.

Woman spent
last night

in lockup,
was ROR'ed this morning.

Hektor's a smart kid.

Hard to believe
he'd misread the situation.

So the partner's
submarining him.

And the partner
is Sergeant Jamison Reagan.

(sighs)

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We're very sorry for your loss.

Oh, my God.

My mom laid in there
all that time, all alone?

And yet it took you 24 hours
to get here yourself?

I-I've been driving.
Philly, Greenwich, Boston.

Scouting for club space.

Scouting for club space?

I want to franchise

the Comedy Shop name.

Uh-huh.

Well, your mom was
against that, wasn't she?

My mom was old-school.

She said we weren't gonna
tarnish the club's name,

make it like all the Chuckle
Huts and Laff Shacks out there.

So you went behind her back.

Look, one club is a losing bet.

These days you need a brand.

Netflix specials,
a YouTube channel.

But your mom fought you on that.

She was fighting with everyone.

Barkers who can't
bring in audience.

Bartenders who deal coke

without cutting her in.

And don't even get me
started on the comics.

I thought she was beloved
by the comics.

The ones she lets
on stage, yeah.

But that's, I don't know,
one in a thousand?

Well, there was no money
stolen from the till,

so we think she knew the person
since it was after hours

and she let them in.

Have you talked to Emmett Fells?

Wait, the Emmett Fells?

Don't tell me you're a fan.

Yeah. Going way back. Why?

Well, yours are the last hands
clapping for him.

What the hell
are you talking about?

These days, Emmett's a drunk.

Lots of comics are drunks.
So what?

Look, I talked to our bouncer
on my way here.

He said the other night
Emmett showed up hammered,

and after my mom
wouldn't let him onstage,

he sat in the back
and heckled people.

And when the comic
who got his slot went up--

uh, Ricki Blanton--
Emmett went nuts.

He charged the stage

and tried to yank her off.

That's no joke.

No.

Thanks for coming in so quickly.

For undercover work? Please.

Yeah, well, this time it's
a scumbag parole officer

who's forcing the girlfriends
of some of his parolees

into sexual relationships
in exchange for leniency.

Gross.

Yeah, well, he's got a type:

petite, bubbly and blonde.

Ah.

And apparently, that's not me.

(chuckles) Well,
how do we know all this?

A tipster came forward,
a former PO himself.

Means we got a real shot
at nabbing this guy.

Eddie Janko, meet Don Voorhees.

Janko?

We've met.

So Don, y-you say that Hobbs
likes to meet these women first,

size them up before he tries

to leverage his way
into their pants.

Yeah, the guy is slime.

How shocking you know him.

(sighs)

Does he have a favorite bar?

Couple. Take your pick.

What's your angle, Voorhees?

Performing a public service,

as a fellow
law enforcement officer.

Former. And fired.

Come on.
Of all the cops in the NYPD,

you've got to pick this one?
She hates my guts.

Can we move on, please?

No. Not with this clown.

Mr. Voorhees,
thanks for coming in.

I'll be in touch
for the next step.

Wait, wait, uh, in spite
of this little wrinkle here,

I'm still committed
to doing this.

Wrinkle?
You're the wrinkle, Voorhees.

You know, moving forward,
you need to...

I am not working
with that guy, Anthony.

Come again?

Me and Jamie caught him

abusing his parolees.

And then his piece of trash
sister came after us.

Eels are less slippery
than Don Voorhees.

Look, you don't have
to like the guy.

Hell, I-I don't like the guy.

U-Uh, but he's alleging
that Hobbs is hurting women,

so we need to investigate.

No, only if we can trust him.

So, are you in or do I tap
the next undercover in line?

Want me to play bad cop?

He's not a perp, Sid.

Sergeant Reagan, sir.

(sighs)

Have a seat, Sergeant.

(door closes)

The train station arrest.

There is a discrepancy

between your report
and Officer Valle's.

He claims he was assaulted.

A felony, as I'm sure you know.

I didn't witness any assault.

I was still outside.

You doubt his word?

I can't report
what I didn't see.

That wasn't the question.

GORMLEY:
And Valle is telling
anyone who will listen

that you stole his collar

and then clammed up
when he asked why.

Officer Valle is a good kid.

I'm sorry he feels that way.

He also claims you referred
to the perp by name.

I did.

So you know her.

I've collared her before.
She's... not in a good place.

Sounds like
you're pulling for her.

Isn't compassion
part of the job?

Especially for your fellow cops.

Lieutenant, it's rarely
black-and-white out there.

That's why we're trained
to use our discretion.

A cop gets assaulted,
I call that black-and-white.

I don't have
anything else to say.

Even if it's
your old man asking?

Got to be some "I owe you one,
Dad" I can cash in on.

I'm sorry. Sir.

Then return to your command,
Sergeant.

(exhales)

(door closes)

Well?

I'd say he's lying his ass off.

Don't.

She'll use it on drugs.

Come on, you're going to rehab.

I'm not going anywhere.

You promised you'd go

the moment you got out of jail.

I can't face it sober.

That's the same thing
you said last time.

So leave me alone.

I never asked you to help me

in the first place.

Jill, listen to me.

Every day is a new day,

every day is a new chance. Hey.

And there are places
that will help you.

They keep kicking me out.

Because you keep using.

And then you go and get arrested
so you get a warm bed

and a hot meal and over

and over and over
and over and over again.

I appreciate what you did
for me the other day.

You should know that.

I do.

And I was a good person, once.

You still are.

It's just the addiction
that's bad.

So do something about it.

Hey, Jill.

You're a fighter,

so come with me
and let's fight this thing.

I can't do this, Jamie.

I lost this fight,
and no one can help me.

So leave me be.

Got it?

It doesn't make sense,
him doing this.

I mean, the guy was a genius.

Oh, he's the "Get out
of my face" guy?

Yeah, he's the "Get
out of my face" guy,

but he's got
a lot more bits than that.

(knocks on door)

One of the greats.

I did not order a pizza.

Huh. Already
with the jokes.

I'm Detective Reagan,

this is my partner,
Detective Baez.

Do you have a minute for a word?

Hell, I got all year.

Can I get you a coffee
or a bourbon?

Or some Schedule II narcotics?

Excuse me?

I'm kidding.
I don't actually have coffee.

You know, I went
to that show right there.

You mind telling me
what you're doing here?

BAEZ:
Mr. Fells, on
Tuesday night

at the Comedy Shop,
you tried to pull

a female comic
off the stage?

That vapid hack?
I did that crowd a favor.

We're here trying
to get an understanding

of what happened at the comedy
club the night Doc was murdered.

Doc's dead?

Uh-- It's all
over the papers.

I black out sometimes.

I just woke up now
when you guys knocked.

I can't believe Doc's dead.

Really? After she
had you thrown out?

Wait a minute,
did you guys show me a warrant?

You invited us in, remember?

Do we need a warrant?

No, you need to leave.

You know, it's weird, you
say you black out sometimes,

yet you remember

that Ricki Blanton

was a "vapid hack."

Get out of my face.

(chuckles) You're gonna
use your tagline on us?

I'm serious. I want my lawyer.

Okay.

We will see you again,
Mr. Fells.

Great.

Hey. Anything
from the security cameras

outside the Comedy Shop?

No, there was just one in the
back alley, picked up squat.

(sighs)
What about inside?

Don't audiences film with
their cell phones these days?

Usually, but not in this club,

because the comics don't want
their acts being leaked, so...

Well, time for you to work some
of that old Danny Reagan magic

and find us a new way
to nail Emmett Fells.

Yeah, except I'm not
sure he's our guy.

What? Excuse me?

Weren't you in that
same smelly apartment

with that half-plastered guy

with that bathrobe
that wouldn't quite close?

Yeah, I was there, but,
you know, it kind of sounds

like maybe you just
don't like him.

(exhales)
I like him for this.

Okay, well, did you know
that Doc's landlords

don't like her, and her
employees don't like her

because she only
pays minimum wage?

And her comics
don't even like her

'cause she's playing
gatekeeper with their careers.

Danny, this is our guy.

Well, not until we can rule out

the other million possibilities
in this city.

You know what?
Knock yourself out.

Okay. I will.

Woman's name is
Jill Camargo, 46.

Apparently a model citizen

until seven years ago,
when she dropped off the grid.

My sense is Jamie knows why.

Well, that's when
the collars started.

22 and counting.

Drug offenses,
disorderly conduct.

How many are Jamie's?

Six.

In the last three years.

And like he said, no felonies.

Except for shoving
Officer Valle.

Well, we don't really know
she did that.

Actually, we do.

We have his body
cam footage.

I mean, I've ignored
abuse worse than that,

but for a cop new to the street?

(sighs)

Yeah.

Especially if your partner
doesn't have your back.

Which is how it's playing out
on the precinct level.

And in the mayor's office.

You're kidding me.

And they know that how?

The deputy chief of staff
mentioned it to me,

just a "hey, by the way,"
in a scheduling meeting.

Apparently, they've
been keeping their eye

on Valle since the academy.

Top grades,
compassionate, diverse,

the whole "new breed of cop"
trailer.

What's wrong with the old breed?

Sid, find a mirror now.

Boss, it's other people
making hay of this.

Valle is just hurt.

Till the other day,
he and Jamie were peas in a pod.

Yeah, well, now it's today.

So talk to your son again.

He's said all he's gonna say.

You can be very persuasive.

Not when he gets like this.

That's years
of experience talking.

Call Erin.

This all started
a complaint review.

I've been trying
not to do that.

No. This goes one way
and one way only.

DANNY:
Very brave of you, Ricki,

getting back up
on the stage so quickly

after what happened to you.

Hi? I'm emceeing a benefit
in Doc's name tonight.

Trying to keep this place
from going under.

Very cool.
Uh, I'm Detective Reagan.

You have a second to talk?

Yeah.

So you want

me to say Emmett Fells
is a monster

for throwing me off this stage?

So he did attack you.

I got his slot.

He probably saw his career
flash before his eyes.

But, uh, till the other night,

Emmett's always
treated me right.

Interesting.
He told my partner and I

that you were a hack.

Compared to him,
we all kind of are.

True.

Besides,

trade secret: most comics
are pretty screwed up.

I mean, when he grabbed me,
I was doing a bit

about how stupid

kids are and how
they ought to be outlawed.

Uh, speaking of him
grabbing you,

did he say anything

might let you
know why he did?

No, only to Doc
after she threw him out.

But again, he was drunk.

Well, what did he say to Doc?
Do you know?

That he was gonna
"make her pay."

It seemed like
an empty threat.

So I left.
I went to a party uptown.

But I guess his threat
wasn't empty after all.

Okay, well, thank you.

And good luck with the benefit.

You gonna stick around?

No. I got work to do.

Lots of laughs.

Thanks.

So?

So I thought you didn't
want to come with.

I want to hear
who your new suspect is.

Well, based on my conversations
with everyone here,

and talking to Ricki,
apparently it is Emmett Fells.

Hmm. So I was right.

No, we still have to
talk to the landlords.

Oh, come on, Reagan,
what is it with you?

What...?

Are you so starstruck

that you can't see
that Emmett is our guy?

I'm...

Hold on, I'm not
starstruck, okay?

So you lost your edge?

No. Look, I don't care how
much I like the guy's comedy.

I'm gonna pinch him like
I would any other murderer.

But you just can't see it yet.

No, what I see is
circumstantial evidence so far.

You saying this as a cop
or as a fan?

(scoffs) Okay, look, yes,
Linda and I went to his show

on one of our first dates,
and we had a great time.

I never saw her laugh like that.

That doesn't mean
I won't do my job.

You just don't want
to ruin the memory.

I guess not.

(horn blows in distance)

(grunts, shouts)

JANKO:
Now finish the job.

Throw yourself in, too.

Fine, I'm a janitor.
What, are you here to gloat?

I'm just here to tell you
I'm not gonna be

a part of that investigation.

I swear, I brought this
to you guys

out of the goodness of my heart.

Lie.

You got to believe me.

Lie.

You can really trust me.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

You know what,
Voorhees?

You're always gonna be a liar.

A-All right, okay.

There's-there's an angle.

(laughs softly)
What?

I need a job.

You have a job.

There's a security firm
in Queens.

They hire a lot
of ex-law enforcement.

The guy there likes me.

Then he pulled up
your arrest record.

He says I need

a recommendation
from someone solid.

It was gonna be Anthony.
But coming from you?

The cop that busted me?
That'd go so much further.

But I know you don't like me
and you don't trust me.

Well, that's the understatement
of the year.

I'm trying to learn
how to be a good person.

For the first time in my life.

Please help me do that.

If we land
Hobbs, you...

you got to say I've changed.

That I'm someone you can trust.

Hey, Officer Valle.

Hey, you banged
in sick yesterday.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just took the day.

Good to hear.

Is it?

Or do you think I'm lying,
like I did about that woman?

I didn't call you a liar.

I asked what was going on,
you said you'd handle it,

and then you went and
back-stabbed me to that A.D.A.,

all over some crazy bag lady?

Hey, don't call her that.

Then what is she?

Look, boss, I-I...

I know I'm green and all,
and you're a Reagan...

What does that have
to do with anything?

What, in this department,
are you joking?

All right, look, that's enough,
Officer Valle.

Oh, so that's how you "maintain
your higher level of dignity"?

You need to stop.

You pull rank when someone
calls you out?

Back off, right now!

You gonna hit me like she did?

Is there a problem,
gentlemen?

Nothing, sir.

Just a friendly
disagreement, boss.

Well, Valle,
you get to work.

And, Reagan, you go home.

My shift's not over
for another two hours, boss.

You're suspended
on direct orders of the PC.

Gun and shield.

DANNY: It's sad, the guy had
everything going for him-- fame,

money, success and...
just blew it.

It's tragic.

A wise man once said,

"Life's not meant to be fair,

only eventful."

What wise man was that?

You're looking at him.

(Danny laughs)

Maybe that explains
why I got suspended.

Are we missing
something?

No, I did what I had to do.

And some people above me
disagreed.

I got suspended.
End of story.

You know, I never liked that
CO of yours, uh, Espinoza...

His CO didn't do it.

Okay.

Either of you want to
explain what happened?

Nope.

Not really.

So now we're keeping secrets?

Like most families?

Oh, cut it out.

You never kept anything
from the rest of us, Dad?

Nothing important.

Well, wouldn't we have
to know what it is

to know whether or not
it's important?

Now you're arguing transparency.

JAMIE: I'm just saying I think
a guy has a right to keep

his own counsel
once in a while around here.

Even in this tribe.

DANNY: You now,
not for nothing,

a few moments ago,
both of you said you were fine

with whatever it is that's going
on that none of us know about.

I am fine.

Me, too.

Could have fooled me.

I agree with Jamie.

Of course.

I just mean
we-we try to be honest

around this table,
but we don't need

to be honest about everything.

Like what?

Yeah, you can't chicken out now.

Like what?

Meatloaf.

It stays with me
for a few days.

And not in a good way.

That's what it's supposed to do.

Fortifies you
for the week ahead.

Well, thanks for sharing.

And that English essay
that I told you I aced?

Yeah?

A better word

would be "bombed."

DANNY: Okay, better
than cheating.

SEAN:
Now you, can't chicken out.

DANNY: Sometimes
I like to go off

on Erin just for sport.

But I also think she's
very good at what she does.

JANKO:
Oh, see?

Positive secret, positive.

DANNY: Well...

Yeah!

DANNY:
That's right.

You go.

You should really put

that sweater out of its misery.

DANNY:
You're the one
that gave it to me!

Two Christmases ago!

Well, I obviously

was mad at you when I bought it.

DANNY:
Wow.

Thanks.

Jamison?

I guess I thought we all agreed

that trust was
a two-way street around here.

I was wrong.

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

(quietly):
Mm, well...

Why'd you do it?

Because she took
your spot?

'Cause she threw
you out, what?

No comment.

"No comment" or "I'm too
hungover to comment"?

And that was uncalled for.

Mr. Fells, you attacked
Ricki Blanton.

You threatened Ms. Pressly.

Save the D.A.
the hassle of going to trial,

you may get yourself
a more favorable sentence.

No comment.

DANNY: All right,
knock it off

with the "no comment"
already, okay?

It's not funny!
Nothing's funny...

Are you going
to arrest my client?

Yeah, he's gonna
arrest me!

Emmett, shut up...

No, he's right!

What'd you do, Emmett?

Emmett.

Say the words, Emmett.

Not one more word...

What the hell did you do,
Emmett?!

I attacked Ricki and I went back
and I killed Doc!

You hear me? I did it!

And you remember all this?

Some of it's a blur.

But I hated Ricki
for being up there.

And I wanted Doc dead
for kicking me out.

Seems like
all I ever do anymore

is let people down.

Well, now you're under arrest.

Mr. Fells, you're under arrest

for the murder
of Elaine Pressly.

Please stand up and put your
hands behind your back.

(knocking at door)

(grunts)

Oh.

Hey.

Well, I wasn't expecting
a brass band,

but "hey"?

That's all you got?

Sorry, Pop. Come on in.

No, you come out.

There's a, there's a,
a new coffee joint a block over

that I want to try--
Java The Hut.

Star Trek reference.

Star Wars.

And you didn't come for coffee.

Dad sent you.

Says who?

A lifetime of knowing him.

Is his nose out of joint
because one of his cops

won't come clean? Sure.

But he's really more worried

about a son
who won't talk to him.

Could you just let it go?

Ah, you're making
a mistake, kid.

If I am...

then I'll survive.

It's not about this woman,
whoever she is.

It's about shutting us out.

Look, I know we can all be

a bunch of Nosey Nancys.

But a family is a resource
like no other.

Lifetimes of experience on tap.

From people who...

are willing to listen to you
with an open heart.

Can you just go, Pop?

So you're slamming the door
in my face, too?

Not even the Star Trek coffee?

Another day, okay?

(stammers)

VOORHEES:
So where's the wire?

It's a manner of speech.

These days we use an app
that connects to Bluetooth

and that connects my mic
and my earpiece.

Oh.

Yeah.

You wanted to help run it
down her shirt, didn't you?

I was just trying to help.

Give him a break, Anthony.

Oh!

Now you're gonna be soft
on the guy?

No.

I just want to get this done.

Yeah, for that we need Hobbs.

Who said he'd arrive at 4:00.

It's now a quarter past.

He said he'd be here, I swear!

Yeah, and if he doesn't,

it's your ass, pal,
I'm telling you.

(indistinct chatter)

FRANK:
How you doing, Jill?

(chair scraping)

You're Jamie's dad.

Don't worry, Jamie
kept his word to you.

But if he didn't say anything...

One of your booking
pictures showed a tattoo.

Well, see...

I'm a Marine, too.

So I did some checking.

Combat Battalion 1,

1st Marines Logistics Group.

And it turns out,
that's the unit that supported

my son Danny's company
in Fallujah.

I was driving lead vehicle

in the convoy
when an IED went off.

Blown clear out of the cab.

Before I knew it,
they were on us.

Danny was next to me.

Tough fight.

The after-action report said
you gave 'em hell.

Jamie knew about that, too.

It's how he recognized
my name first time we met.

He's been looking out
for me ever since.

God knows why.

God does know why.

You're a hero.

Some hero.

Look at me.

I see you.

I see the hero
that kept my son Danny alive.

And so does Jamie.

Hey, it's all done, finished.

Just turned Emmett over
to Central Booking.

Except it isn't.

What are you talking about?

Emmett gave us
a false confession.

(laughs) Oh,
come on, seriously?

I told you I didn't
like him for this.

And now I finally come on
board to your way of thinking,

and you're jumping ship?

Well, you remember in the box,
when Emmett kept stonewalling us

until you brought up
that he let his fans down?

No, I didn't say that,
he said that.

I merely broke a perp.

Well, Emmett took it further
and said that

he let everyone down.

Okay...

Did you know that he had

a four-year-old daughter
in Ohio?

Yeah, Natalie.

Um, she was conceived
on a one-night stand

when he was on tour.

He tweets about her
all the time,

says she's the light
of his life. So?

Except he stopped tweeting
about her a year ago

when he drunkenly
crashed his car

with her in the back seat.

Oh, okay, yeah.

He never tweeted about that.

Or the order of protection
her mother filed against him.

Reagan, Emmett started
spiraling the moment

he couldn't see Natalie anymore.

And his-his career
just fell apart.

And then Ricki, the other night,
made those comments

about little kids.

So what you're saying is

because he's constantly
blacked out and hates Doc

and himself so much
that he just assumed

that he killed Doc.

Exactly.

So if not him, it must be
one of those other

million possibilities
that I suggested before, huh?

I just keep getting
his voice mail.

Or you been jerking our chain
this whole time.

And I believed you.

Wait, there-- there he is.

EDDIE:
Ah. Well, you failed to mention

that he's built like Bigfoot.

We just need him to offer
leniency for sex

and I'll be there in a flash.

Okay. I'm going in.

Hey.

Good luck.

Mr. Hobbs?

Pam Toner.

So I hear that you're friends
with Don Voorhees.

What, you want to be
my friend?

Sure.

I'll be your friend.

Hey, yo, let me get two pints.

You got it, buddy.

So, my boyfriend
is in prison.

He gets out soon,

but I'd do anything

to help make his life
a little easier.

I like the sound of "anything."

I can't get any service in here.

HOBBS:
How many bars you got?
Hmm? Let me see.

Oh, I don't really...

Let me see this.

Oh, hey...

HOBBS:
You know, I know Voorhees
is a dick,

But I didn't take him for this.

What?

What?

We just lost...

What's going on?

Is he onto her?

Why did you throw my phone
in some beer? That's crazy.

Yeah, I don't know.
They're out of frame,

but Janko's a pro.

A brand-new Bluetooth connection
pops up the moment you walk in?

And Hobbs is a maniac.

Voorhees, no!

All phones have Bluetooth
in 'em these days.

I said who are you?

I'm gonna see if
one of my girlfriends...

You're not gonna see anything.

Hey, come here,
come here, come here.

Let her go, Hobbs!

(patrons shouting, screaming)

JANKO:
Hobbs, no!

Police!

Hobbs, you're done,
you son of a bitch.

Don, stand down.

Do you want to eat
some glass, Don? Huh?

ABETEMARCO:
Drop the glass.

You ain't doin' nothin',
scumbag.

Drop it now, I said!

You're under arrest.

Good job.

You okay?

Me? Never better.

That was...

a dumbass thing to do.

Yeah, but that's what
good people do, right?

Okay, dumb but brave.

So...

give me the number.

Give me the number to call
at the security firm.

What do you say we skip that
and I come work with you guys?

We did a pretty good job.
We're a great team.

Clearly you got a concussion.
You okay?

Come on, let's go.
Come on.

I'm concerned about you.

Come on.

But that bastard
attacked me,

and Doc wouldn't even
call the cops.

She's the reason
you brought me in here?

I said I wanted you
arrested, and Doc said

you just needed help.

She was right about that.

You're a loser.

Has-been.

All right, get her out of here.
Put her in a cell.

Watch my arm! Be gentle.

What's going on?

What happened is she confessed.

After we told her we checked
her social media accounts

and looked at the geotags on
the photos she took with fans,

which prove she was
at the comedy club

after it was closed,
which is when Doc was murdered.

I don't know how to thank you.

Well, you don't have
to thank us.

Maybe reach out

to your daughter and her mom,
try to make right with them.

Next time you're on stage,
send us some tickets.

I'd like to see
what all the fuss is about.

Come on, I'll walk you out.

He's here.

(sighs)
Okay.

Thank you, Baker.
Have a good night.

You, too, sir.

Well, yeah.

(door opens)

Sergeant Reagan.

Am I?

As of this moment.

But Warned and Admonished.

You will also, uh, volunteer
at Eastside Community Center

for a couple of weeks.

Just... grab a couple guys from
the precinct to pitch in, okay?

Thank you.

I, uh...

I'll start with Hector.

See if I can mend that fence
along the way.

Hector requested a transfer
out of the 2-9,

and I granted it.

Because of me.

(sighs):
Oh...

You know, this job
has a way of reminding me

that with every win
comes a loss.

I guess it could have been...

worse.

Between us, I mean.

You were keeping your promise
to a hero.

I didn't know that.

So...

You did what you had to do, too.

(taps desk)

And I expect we'd both do
the same thing again.

♪ ♪

There you go. Enjoy.

Thank you.

Jill, what are you doing here?

I told your dad I'd...

(clears throat)
...do him a favor.

Meet him here.

What is this place?

Community center.

Uh, me and some guys
are-are helping out.

A rehab, too?

There's an intake office
down the hall,

but this is mainly...

Look, I'm sorry, I can't.

I'll see you around, Jamie.

Wow, they really will let

just about anyone in here,
won't they?

Even an old Devil Dog.

Says a guy

(laughs):
not even fit to shine my boots.

(chuckles)
That I never was.

(laughing)

(quietly):
Been too long.

Ages.

Yeah.

You still look good.

(laughs):
And you're still
a terrible liar.

You want to go and get
a cup of coffee, catch up?

After I walk you down the hall
and get you squared away first.

Your brother tried.

And your dad, too. I...

You never saved my brother
or my dad's life.

You saved mine.

Help me give you a chance
to save your own now.

Come on, Marine.

Hop to it. No excuses.

(whispers):
Come on.

Come on.

♪ ♪

(faintly):
Thank you.