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Why are we
backing up a 10-21?

You remember that
construction site burglary

that we responded to
a few weeks back?

Two doesn't
make a pattern.

The third time's
the charm.

All in David Sector

and all
targeting the same

real estate developer--
Craig Stutz.

STUTZ:
Fun and games, right, huh?

I'm gonna wipe
that stupid smirk

off your face.

You think stealing's

a joke, buddy?

This is a
family-run business.

Back up.

Back him up.

What's going on here?

This is Craig Stutz,
he owns the place.

This little ingrate
stole from my site.

MARCUS:
I didn't steal jack.

I told you, it was the cops.

All right, be quiet.
I need more story, and fast.

Yeah, after you people did
nothing the last two times,

I hired Marcus here as security.

OFFICER GREY:
Who called in
to alert us

of the robbery at 0615 hours.

After it happened.

MARCUS:
Oh, my God.

He let the guy
waltz right in,

and I have it
on tape.

What aren't you
understanding here?

The guy who did this
was one of them.

He was NYPD?

Flashed his badge at me
and everything.

Thank you.

Danny Reagan.

My oldest and bestest.

Mickey Patrick?

The hell you doing

showing your face
around here?

Turns out you cannot take
the boy out of Brooklyn.

I'm back, baby.

Brooklyn's finest,
back where he belongs.

You do realize
this isn't exactly

how witness protection works,
right?

Yeah, no,

I know, but Danny, get this.

The whole Vasquez clan,

behind bars. All of them.

And so here I am.

Been all good
since August.

Ah. Six months you been back?

I should have called earlier.
Some friend, huh?

It's fine.
It's water under the bridge.

I'm just glad
to see you.

It's good to see you, man.

Good to see you, too.
What are the odds?

Pretty good, actually.

Yeah, I figured.

What the hell's going on?

(sighs)
Danny, uh,

you got a minute,
talk something through?

Yeah, let's
get out of sight.

Okay.

Look at this.

This is Alona.

We're engaged to be married.

Wow. She's beautiful. Congrats.

Yeah. The thing is,

I haven't heard from her
in almost three days.

Same problem,
different woman, huh?

Danny, I'm
being serious.

So am I.

No, it's not like...
Look, so we-we fought

a little bit,
but, no, this is...

this is completely
unlike her.

I'm starting to worry
something's seriously wrong.

Okay, so why don't you
call your local precinct?

Here's the rub.

We-we kind of met
through a service.

Mm-hmm.

Eastern European war refugee.
She gets a green card,

you get $30,000.
Something like that?

$20K.

You never were much
of a negotiator.

I would report
her missing,

but what if she
got arrested?

What if she
got deported?

Well, our cops

are not permitted to contact
ICE, so it's not a problem.

I can't take that risk,
though, Danny.

I can't risk losing her.

Well, I can't take

the risk
of getting involved here.

Look, brother,

I know how this looks.
It's like,

same old Mickey
doing the same old crap.

This is different. I mean, sure,
it started like you said,

but when
she came over,

we fell for each other.

We fell for each other,
completely, totally,

and now I do not know
what to do.

4:00.

What's that?

That's when my tour ends.

I'll pick you up.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

I haven't done a damn thing yet.

And last stop
on the grand tour,

the muster room.

Actually, the boss would
like to take a visit

to the detective squad first.

(woman sobbing)

Officer.

I'm sorry.

Boss.

Ma'am, are you all right?

Uh...

I...

I just killed my husband.

(crying)

♪ ♪

Ho ho ho.

(Erin chuckles)

Well, it's a little
late for Christmas,

don't you think, Santa?

It's been bumper-
to-bumper traffic

on the BQE since
mid-December, so...

Better late than never,
though, right?

Seriously, what
is this all about?

I don't like goodbyes,

so when
one's coming,

I make myself celebrate it
instead of getting all mopey.

Goodbye? I'm not going anywhere.

Your campaign announcement
is just around the corner,

and when that happens,
you are out of here.

Well, I might be out of here,
but never out of your life.

That's what
Shmerin Shreagan said,

the A.D.A. who used to work

in this office.

Come on, open.

Pizza.

Chips?

We're gonna sit on
a surveillance together.

My parting gift to you.

Your parting gift
is sitting on surveillance?

On the Tully Richards case.

We are this close, and you
ain't walking out that door

till we nail him to the wall.

There's a difference
between working with a crook

and refusing
to get in their way.

Then, what took you so long
to call this in?

Self-preservation.

Or acting in concert?

(knock on door)

Hey, boss.

Stuart Eiseman,
Mr. Powers' attorney.

And the cavalry arrives.

That's your perp.

Our investigators
pulled that off

a doorbell cam two blocks
north of the scene.

CHRISTO:
We were getting there.

Of course you were.

Is my client
under arrest?

No.

Mazel. Marcus,

let's go.

(door opens)

None of Alona's other roommates
have heard from her either?

Not a single one.

And all of her belongings
are just as she left them.

Come on, no one's
heard from here?

Okay, all right.

Step back and
let me do my job.

All right.

A lot of people
stay here?

Six girls.

Six girls?

Packed in, huh?

We're all fleeing something.

War, oppression,
abusive partners.

We try to take care
of each other.

Right. What about Alona?
What was she fleeing?

She didn't share much.

Come on, you expect
us to believe that?

You're hiding something.
Come on, spit it out.

Okay, sit down!

Forgive my companion, he doesn't
like his teeth very much

and is hoping someone
will knock 'em out for him.

I'm sorry.

My bad,
I apologize.

Can you tell me if there
was anything unusual

happening with Alona?

Any fights,
domestic disputes, anything?

No, nothing
like that,

but there was one thing.

What is it?

Um...

Last week
she took a phone call,

got very upset afterwards.

Said it was
the people

who helped her
come to New York.

Great.

I can only imagine
who'd be involved

in a business like that.

Exactly.

And she was so shaken up, so...

I took a picture
of the phone number

when she was in the shower.

I'm sorry, I know
I shouldn't have.

No. You should have.

You did good.

JAMIE: Gustavo Abreu.
You really don't remember him?

CHRISTO: Not in the vaguest.
He's a cop?

A captain.

Not NYPD, though.

A national police force
out of Venezuela.

I escorted him on a tour
of the precinct back in 2018.

Okay, yeah.

I think
I remember the guy.

But you're
absolutely positive?

The guys upstairs have me
host a ton of those tours.

Good old poster boy
like you? I'm sure.

But this guy really stood out.

He was, you know,
presented well,

he asked
all the right questions,

he was respectable.

He even picked up the tab
for a few drinks after.

GREY: That info you
requested, Sarge.

Thank you.

Okay.

"USCIS indicates that
Gustavo Abreu

applied for asylum status
in New York in March of 2019."

Bingo.

GREY:
And get this.

Looks like he's been
working in construction

on a public works
project nearby.

Eyes up, okay?

This guy knows
our playbook,

so no room
for error.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Gustavo Abreu.

I'm Sergeant Reagan.

Yeah, no problem.

(whistles) Gustavo!

Come here.

Someone here
to see you.

JAMIE:
Thank you.

Put down
the blade, yeah?

I mean no harm, huh?

Gustavo?

You know
why we're here.

Sergeant Reagan.

Come on, let's go.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

You know better than that.

Slow.

My wife.

You'll get your call. Come on.

WOMAN:
Hola, mi amor.

I'm being detained, but I need
you and the kids to know

everything's gonna be all right.

Uh, this isn't like home.

Give me the phone.

What? Gustavo?

Te quiero con todo mi alma.

You got
anything on you?

So far her story checks out.

Patrol responded to
eight domestic violence jobs

at her residence
in the past year,

all of them logged
at the precinct.

Looks like this may have
fallen through the cracks.

How's that for understatement?

GORMLEY:
And she got an order
of protection in January,

but he kept coming.

So, fell through the cracks,

and the cracks got paved over.

I know this is
a shock to the system...

Please don't say "but."

...but before
you try to do anything,

you need to know
you can't do anything.

BAKER:
What?

Multiple beatings,
order of protection violated?

I'm just saying this isn't
our purview going forward.

Oh, what the hell's
purview got to do with it?

In that it's in the system now.

We are the system, Garrett.

No, we are just one part of it.

Well, we're
a pretty big part of it.

Should be her husband
looking at 20 years, not her.

Her husband's looking
at the lid of a coffin,

which is why
it's in the hands

of the district
attorney's office.

The D.A. does not respond

to domestic disturbance calls.

We do.

I know this is difficult.

She did commit murder,
confessed to you,

of all people.

It's simply not your place
to get involved.

But this could be on us.

That's not how the system works.

So she stabs
her husband to death,

and the first thing she does
is run up the block

to the local precinct
and confess.

My detective skills
may be a little rusty,

but that is unusual.

I know the circumstances
are unusual.

I know I can't fix
the whole system, Garrett,

but what I can do
is make sure our part of it

does not fail her again.

Sorry, another bum lead.

Yeah.

Hey, Danny,
I-I appreciate you

taking the time, though.

Lending your
know-how and whatnot.

That's right.

How could I say no to
your irresistible charm?

(phone ringing)

Uh, give me one
second to take this.

Yeah.

Okay. Hey.

BAEZ: Hey.

You got something for me?

That phone number
you asked me to look into,

it belongs to Bernie Mendez.

Is that a name I should know?

He's an up-and-comer,
runs a family out of Yonkers.

A lot like the one your buddy
Mickey used to run numbers for.

You don't say.

Okay, I'm on it.

What was that?

Uh, just something to do
with my kid's school.

No big deal.

All right.

How are you holding up?

About how you think.

I can't make any promises.

I didn't ask for any.

But why are you here?

Well, uh...

I can't turn back time

and put that knife
back in the drawer.

But...

Let me ask you,

the NYPD responded

to eight domestic incidents

at your home.

Do I have that right?

At least eight.

Any idea why your husband

never got anything more
than a slap on the wrist?

Isn't that for you to tell me?

Uh, it's not
a rhetorical question.

I'm...

I'm trying to figure out
what I don't know.

What I told you all
is all I know.

Every time he'd beat me down,
I'd call the cops.

They'd show up,
give him a talking-to,

and be on their way.

You got an order of protection.

That didn't stop him one bit.

Cops didn't stop him neither.

(sighs)

Can you do something for me?

After he violated the order
of protection,

my officers came back
to see you again, didn't they?

Sure did.

And the same old,
same old happened.

Well...

what I'd like you to do

is be as specific as you can

about what
the "same old, same old" was.

Don't leave anything out,
even if it seems trivial.

Reginald'd show up high,
as usual.

Pissed off about
something, as usual...

...and took it out on me
and my arm.

Nearly snapped it in two,
bending it behind my back.

And then you called the cops.

And then the same two
showed up as before.

Same two?

That's right,
the same two every time,

after the first
four, five times.

I'm a...

I'm a little confused here.

At first, cops in uniforms came.

Whoever had the shift, I guess.

Then... one time,

two cops in suits and ties.

After that, only those two.

Night or day, the same two.

Suits and ties. So, detectives.

If you say so.

Did they identify
themselves as detectives?

They flashed their badges.

The only identifying they ever
did was about the other one.

"My partner" this,
"my partner" that,

like they were...

What's that called?

Um...

conjoined twins.

Two halves of a whole.

(sighs)

I didn't resign.
I fled for my life.

Says here you deserted your
post back home without notice.

If I stayed, even another hour,

the same corrupt officials
who wrote that report

would have come after my family.

I didn't have a choice.

What about stealing
from those construction sites?

You didn't have a choice
about that either?

In so many words,

no.

So you admit it was you.

Craig Stutz
and those corrupt officials,

they're not so different.

Stutz threatened your family?

People I've worked with
on other sites.

Laborers, immigrants.

He pays them dirt,
then, when they complain,

he threatens them,

says he knows people
at Immigration.

So you dial 911,
you don't steal his lunch pail.

It's not
that simple.

These laborers,
they believe his lies.

They believe he has
the power to deport them.

They wouldn't cooperate.

Then you make 'em cooperate.

(sighs) I only took back

what Stutz owed them,
not a penny more.

And how much did you pocket?

None.

I swear to that.

Look, even if
I believed you about Stutz,

I doubt there's anything
we can do about it now.

You've already jeopardized
any case against him.

No... I can prove it.
I can get him to talk.

That's not the way this works.

These are good, hardworking
people he's abused.

A lot of them engineers,
business owners back home.

Please don't punish
these people for my mistakes.

I'm sorry, Gustavo.

You've forced my hand.

It was a left back there.
You just missed it.

Yeah, I know.

So turn around.

You came back east
to get a fresh start?

That's right.

Uh-huh.

So why the hell's
Alona getting calls

from a guy like Bernie Mendez,
hmm?

Ah, no, Danny, no,
you got this all mixed up.

No, Bernie
swore to me

he had nothing to do
with Alona's disappearance.

Doesn't matter, you should've
told me from the start.

Bernie set me up
with Alona as a favor.

That's it, okay? He heard
about Connie, my situation...

A guy like Bernie

doesn't do
a favor for anyone

unless he's expecting
something in return.

That's not
what this is.

Uh-huh.

This is your stop.

Ah, come on.

Danny.

Get out.

I said get out!

I'm not running with those guys.

Really? Then why'd you call me

instead of calling the cops?

I told you, this was
to protect Alona.

Even now, you're still
lying to me to my face.

Danny, this is
the God's honest truth.

No, it isn't, this is about
you protecting your 20 grand

that you don't want to lose,
and keeping yourself

from getting busted

for whatever other racket
you're involved in.

Fine, fine. That's
what you think of me?

Yeah, that's
what I think.

Fine. Fine, Danny.

I'll see you around.

Yeah, I'll
see you around.

See you around.

Where is he?

Ain't you ever heard,
"patience is a virtue"?

I like action, okay?
I like results.

What I would like
is Tully Richards

to walk down
that sidewalk,

that's what
I would like.

You like action and results,

and you're running for D.A.?

(laughs)

Good luck with that.

What's that supposed to mean?

Only that
being D.A.

is just being
a politician,

which I'm sure has
its own rewards,

but action and
actual results?

You're gonna be
real disappointed.

Well, how long you been
sitting on that?

Since the beginning?

What are you talking about?

Sounds like you
have strong doubts

that I'll be an effective D.A.

I think you'll make a great D.A.

I just don't understand
why you want it.

Anthony, I've been an A.D.A.

for 20-something years.

Ain't no answer
to my question.

And that's a double negative,

which means I did
answer your question.

Now give me
those chips.

My man. Two times
in the same week.

Must be my lucky day.

I hope so, Johnny.
I hope so.

Take it this isn't
a social call?

Not when a model citizen

strolls through your precinct's
front door covered in blood

and confesses murder to the PC.

So, no, not a social call.

Terrible thing, the whole story.
Just awful.

It sure is.

Whatever I can
help you with,

please just say the word.

Yeah, I do have
a question.

Shoot.

You want to tell me
why the complaint reports

on all these domestic jobs

were signed by two
of your patrol officers?

They were
the responding officers.

Except Mrs. Jackson told me
that two detectives

came to the apartment
the last few times.

And she gave

a pretty accurate description
of your Hobbs and Renfro team.

That's not possible.
No, she's got that wrong.

Yeah, well, that's what
I told the boss.

But then I went and checked out
her building security camera.

And lo and behold...

...she's telling the truth.

Well, that ain't right.

And I will certainly
get to the bottom of it.

I'm glad to hear that, Johnny.

Got a lot going on here.

May take a couple of days
to, uh, chase this down.

I hear you,
but get it done, okay?

Will do.

Reagan, you got
to get your head

out of all this
Mickey stuff.

You know, there was a time
that I would have

counted Mickey as
the fourth Reagan boy.

Oh. And now?

Now I just
count him out.

Wow.

Sounds a lot like my brother.

Javi?

Yeah. He was a lot
like your friend.

You know? Always the
boy who cried wolf.

Yeah, till he wasn't.

Caring for someone like
that, it's torture.

Every day,
you've somehow

got to convince
yourself,

today's the day
he's changed.

Right.

(lock buzzes)

I don't know why I'm even
entertaining this.

Because you know,
deep down,

it's the right
thing to do.

I can't register you as a C.I.

because you're
a recent immigrant,

which means you have
no ties to the community.

And therefore
I'm a flight risk. I know.

Not to mention trying
to sell it to the D.A.

based on the testimony
of a single serial burglar.

We have to conduct
a thorough investigation.

And by that time,
we'll already be too late.

Check your phone.

What?

One of my guys is
keeping tabs on Stutz.

He sent you
a few pictures.

Stutz is burning
the paper trail.

Pay history,
financials

in the shred bins.

Your little Robin Hood act
tipped him off.

So let me fix it
by wearing a wire.

We can
get him on

extortion, coercion
at the very least.

But if we don't act now,
all of this was for nothing.

Maybe that's what you deserve.

You're right, and I'll get
what's coming to me.

But don't let
my pride blind you, too.

This is on me, Sid.

Hobbs and Renfro fessed up.

Then how's it on you?

The captain should know
what's going on in his command,

and I was blindsided on this.

The deceased, Reginald Jackson,

was an informant
they'd cultivated for years.

And not just any C.I.

I can't tell you the number
of cases we closed using him.

So my guys made a judgment call

to keep him on the street.

And out of the system.

Which turned out to have
collateral damage, yeah.

But they were getting close on
closing a major fentanyl ring,

and like I said...

Judgment call.

(sighs) For God's sakes, John.

So I've put 'em on

modified pending and handed it
up to Internal Affairs.

Too little, too late.

It's not a perfect world.

We're good for now.

But the PC wants us to drop by
while you're up here.

We or me?

We.

And, what, the way things are,
cops out the door,

you think he's gonna
cut loose a captain

for getting blindsided?

It's a drive-by,
just checking in.

Come on, he don't bite.

(sighs)

I have Captain Bates
and Lieutenant Gormley, sir.

(sighs)

Okay.

Please have a seat.

Just the captain.

Boss?

Give us the room, Sid.

That Sid, he is
a bronze statue of a cop.

Sometimes I think he'd
take a bullet for any one of us.

Truer words.

Which is why I conducted

a crucial piece of this myself.

So Sid wouldn't be tempted
to put his thumb on the scale.

Piece of what, sir?

I handled the interviews

of Detectives Hobbs
and Renfro myself.

That piece.

They told me that you said

that they could look
the other way on the domestics

because Jackson's value
as a C.I. trumped.

It's a little more
complicated than that.

You try to tell me
it was for the greater good,

I'm gonna throw you
out that window.

Well...
(sighs)

...not the greater good,
okay? No.

But for a huge case.

I don't care if you were

close to a cure for cancer.

You do not turn that woman
into a punching bag.

That's not what I was doing.

But it is what you did.

All due respect,
you've got this twisted up.

Oh, I'm twisted up, all right.

But not about
the facts of this thing.

Your gun and
your shield, Captain.

TV HOST:
Victoria Falls is exactly
what we're looking for.

(buzzer sounds)

(knock on door)

(TV host continues indistinctly)

Show me your passport
and your checkbook.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You want me
in your life, fine.

You don't get to barge
in here, barking orders.

Come on, just show me
where they are.

We've been through this
already. They're all here.

It's fine.

Great, then show me.

All right.

Satisfied?

Almost.

Open up your checking account.

No, not until you admit

that what you said
crossed a line.

Open the checking account.

You know what, Danny?

You're such a...

This makes no sense.

It was all here this morning.

Look at that, every penny gone.

You said Alona had access
to those accounts?

Yeah, of course she does.
She's my fiancé.

No, Bernie...
Bernie swore

he wasn't involved,
but if he was involved,

then she's paid him already.
There goes her leverage.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Let's not?

Love of my life could be lying
dead in a ditch somewhere.

And pacing's
not gonna help either.

We got to go to the bank,

start pulling security footage.

The only thing we have to do

and the only hope we have

is to get the NYPD involved.

You're the NYPD.

No, I'm your friend.

We need to get them
officially involved.

I don't know, Danny, if they
find out how Alona and I met...

She may be looking at time.
And you might, too.

It's the only chance
we got to save her life.

You sure
about this?

You sure you love her?

I love her, man. I'm all in.

Then I got to call it in.

All right, yeah.

Just do it

before I lose
my nerve.

Okay.

ABETEMARCO:
Chips?

Slice?

Candy?

Come on,
you love these.

He's on the move.

11 o'clock.

Okay, hop out.

What?

Not a chance in hell.
I'm going with you.

Over my dead body.

Get out now.
And call the precinct.

Tell them to pick you up.

And stay on the radio
in case I need backup.

Never gonna forgive
you for this, Anthony.

ABETEMARCO:
Off the air unless it's urgent.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

Police.

Out of the car now.

Anthony, I think
we have a problem here.

Put your hands where I can see
'em. Come on, out of the car.

Come on, move it.
Open the trunk.

Hey, man. Damn.

Anthony.

Step away.

Put your hands
where I can see 'em.

Now.

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

(man laughing)

Hey, what you thought you
was gonna find, big man, hmm?

Drugs? (laughs)

Keep laughing.

Uh-oh, he's
calling for backup.

(laughs)

Hey, Erin,

yeah, we got a problem.

ERIN:
Yeah, what's that?

We've been duped.

There's nothing but
laundry in the duffel bag.

Well, that's because

I've got ten pounds
of coke in this one.

You are amazing, Reagan.

Just amazing.

JAMIE:
The microphone
in your cell phone

is amplified, but
it's still weak,

so you need to make sure you're
near the subject as he speaks.

GUSTAVO:
You act like I haven't done
this a dozen times, Sergeant.

Don't you worry about me.

Oye.

Me debes mucho dinero.

Págame ahora.

What the hell is this?

Te dije, me debes mucho dinero,

estúpido.

¿Eres sordo?

English, do you speak it?

You stole from
my cousin Gabriel.

STUTZ:
I don't know who that is.

Gabriel Perez is
one of the laborers

on your Cobble Hill project
for two months.

You didn't pay him $3,000.

Take it up with
the Better Business Bureau.

They're not the ones
who skimped him.

You know, you don't sound
like you're from around here.

Do you have
any identification on you?

Come on, that's it.

What's it to you?

I got a few friends over at ICE.

They wouldn't take too kindly
to someone like you

making accusations like this.

Someone like me?

Your cousin was lucky
to have a job.

Five dollars an hour
doesn't seem very lucky to me.

(chuckling)

Oh, wow.

You people have gotten
so greedy these days.

Listen,

you want to file a complaint?
Be my guest.

I'll have
your whole family deported

by the end of the month.

That loud enough
for you, Sergeant?

(static)

Gustavo?

(panting)

What the hell
was that?

We lost audio, Sarge.

I'm going in.
Put it over the air.

10-4.

Where is he?

That way.

Stay there.

OFFICER:
Don't move.
Hands where I can see 'em.

You get eyes
on him this way?

No sign. Let's check
the other side.

I don't understand
what I'm looking at.

Bernie Mendez isn't involved,

and Alona's not in danger.

In fact, her name's
not even Alona.

Wha... Well, that can't be right

because if that's right, then...

Troopers picked
her up

at a gas station
in Garden City,

every last dollar of yours
stuffed into the rim

of her spare tire.

(scoffs)

Is she even from the Ukraine?

No.

You still with me?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I'm here.

What the hell
are you smiling about?

'Cause it all
makes sense finally,

doesn't it, Danny?

No shot a girl like that's

ever gonna love
a schmuck like me.

Don't go there.

How many others guys
she pull this scam on?

How many?

(sighs)

Well, there you have it.

There it is, Danny.

The great Mickey Patrick

ain't nothing more
than a dime a dozen.

What's that?

Three grand.

Till the Feds make you whole.

That way you won't
have to go to Bernie.

Uh... Danny, I can't.

But you will.

I don't know
how to thank you, Danny.

For everything.

Friend of mine told me...

...you got to hang on to hope

with a guy
like you.

That's my way of trying.

I guess we're not gonna be
drinking buddies anytime soon.

No, I don't think it'll
ever be the way it was,

but, who knows, you, uh...

you pay me back someday,

whenever that may be,

maybe we'll get a beer.

I'd like that.

Me, too.

Take care of yourself, okay?

You, too, Danny.

What I want is a good,
old-fashioned

"lead the 5:00 news" perp walk.

Frank, hang on
a minute.

You don't think they deserve it?

Of course they do,

but perp-walk
three of our own?

A precinct captain
and two high-ranking detectives?

What about it?

Well, it'd be a very big deal.

Damn right.

'Cause this is a very big deal.

Police union presidents
will have a cow.

Well, let 'em.

Two wrongs don't make a right,

to quote
a million people and you.

Okay, how would I be wrong?

The department, this department
that you run,

has long-standing protocols

for handling officers
charged with wrongdoing.

Perp walks ain't one of 'em.

Yeah, I know, modified duty
and suspension

pending outcome
of the investigation.

Yes.

But, look, Angela Jackson

killed her chronically abusive
husband in self-defense

after we repeatedly ignored
her cries for help.

GARRETT:
Nobody's defending...

And now she's

sitting in a cell in Rikers.

Is she on modified duty, too?

No, this is the process
in place also.

It's all we have.

Boss, I'd like to pick up
a flamethrower, too, but...

Look... (sighs)

I love my church,

I value my faith,

so I know that pride's a sin.

But what if the show we put on

isn't for our benefit?

It's for the benefit
of someone else.

Mrs. Jackson.

Yeah, I think
she'd get a big kick

out of seeing us put those three
through a perp walk.

Boss, as hard as this is to say,

I can't carry out that command.

He didn't actually
give the order, Sid.

He didn't?

No, he didn't.

Then... what?

Just a bit of wishful thinking.

Thanks for hearing me out.

(sighs)

ABETEMARCO: That dirtbag
has been dealing drugs to kids

for nearly a decade,

and we just put his ass
away for a dozen years.

ERIN: Eligible for parole
in five, though.

Regardless,

we got the bad guy
and we locked him up.

We, huh?

Forgive me. You.
It was all you,

and I mean that
sincerely.

You were
incredible out there.

Okay, any reason why

you're blowing
smoke up my butt?

I'm not gonna
touch that one,

thank you very much.

I know what you're
getting at, Anthony.

Why would I
give up

all the fun
that we have

for the drudgery
of politics?

This is where
you belong, kiddo.

(sighs)

I'm not so sure
about that.

Come on.

Tell me you
didn't love the thrill

of taking
that guy down?

Honestly, that
never gets old.

JAMIE:
So, yes, I think
I did the right thing,

but my version of
the right thing meant

getting egg on my face
when Gustavo ghosted me

and getting a three-day rip
for losing him.

Okay, but what's
the alternative?

Check the patrol guide
against your gut?

No.

Good, 'cause

you'd be
a day late to everything.

Yeah, but he would've
saved the embarrassment

and the pay loss
of a three-day rip.

Just saying.

Well, don't keep score.

That's the secret.

The grind... is the actual job.

Respect the grind.

Embrace the grind.

Wins and losses come with,
but they aren't it.

Well, that is some
sales pitch, Dad.

The NYPD-- come for the thrills
but stay for the grind.

(laughter)

JANKO:
No, I mean, he's kind
of right, though.

I mean, you fall in love
with that first big win,

but you're really married to
the day-in, day-out grind of it.

You talking about
him or the job?

Oh, clearly, him.

JAMIE:
Probably both, gentlemen.

JANKO:
The job.

Life with him
is nothing but winning.

ALL:
Aw.

JANKO:
That's my story,
I'm sticking to it,

and you all can
eat your hearts out.

(laughter)

Hey.

What?

Nothing.

(chuckles) That nothing
is something. Come on.

I did a couple days
on a stakeout.

And it was raw
and rainy,

and a couple thousand calories

of cold pizza

and potato chips.

So, did you get the guy?

Yeah, we got him.

So we won, but

the real win was
hanging with Anthony

and, well, the grind.

And there it is.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I got had
by Mickey Patrick. Again.

Again?

Again.

Is he still walking the Earth?

Slithering is more
like it, Grandpa.

And yes, he is.

And if he ever
comes around

looking for a favor

from his cop
friend again...

You'll get had again?

I probably will.

(laughter)

Well, to scratch out
some payback

for a woman I barely met,

I, uh, terminated

a captain and two detectives,

which I could not afford to do.

But you did.

No real wins there, just...

the grind.

SEAN:
Well, I'm sorry, guys,

but it sounds like you're
all a little mixed-up.

I think you mean
"ass-backwards."

I'd say "committed."

Maybe we should all be
committed, like Bellevue.

Right.

FRANK:
Hey.

Glass half-empty or half-full?

Half-full.

Half-full.

Half-full.

Half-full.

Half-full.

There you go.

To better days.

ALL:
To better days.

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