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Chicago Police Intelligence.

Do you want to keep
answering phones?

I want to be a Chicago
police officer.

Let's do it then.

- You passed.
- I did?

Hello.

- Where's Nadia?
- Straight to voicemail.

We may have a hit
on the car.

It's south of
the Broadway bridge.

(Amaro)
Hey, Sarge?
We got her.

Hey.

So the memorial stone's
in motion,

and the etching's gonna go
around the side of the building.

I'm just waiting on
the go-ahead

- from the Ivory Tower.
- Thanks for taking the lead

on this, Sarge.

I keep wanting
to buzz up there,

do our usual noon-time
visit to the fat box.

You know,
the vending machine.

That's what they call it
in England.

Nadia read about it.

[crying]
I keep touching up my mascara
every ten minutes.

- I gotta get upstairs.
- Okay.

[exhales]
[softly] Damn.

Yeah.
We're all feelin' it.

Girl was going places,
man.

Hey.

Go grab some coffee.
We got this.

It's just a desk,
right?

How you holding up?

Same as everyone else,
I guess.

Anybody we should be
sending her stuff to?

Uh...her dad's in Indianapolis.

I'll make sure
and get it to him.

(Voight)
All right,
Fischer just called.

Needs us in Tri-Taylor.

- Hey, Antonio.
- Hey.

- Sergeant.
- Cruz.

What the hell
happened here?

Bomb went off
at 8:42 a.m.

We're clear for radiation.

At least four injured,
two pretty bad shape.

Two fatalities.
One female.

One looks like a male.

How's that?

We're still putting him
back together.

(Antonio)
Any idea what caused this?

IED of some sort.

We found screws in buildings
all the way down the street.

Thanks.

So where were you standing
when it went off?

You're the police?

Yeah, that's right.

Gimme a sec.

Do you live around here?

Did you see something?

Come on, Isabella.

She's 12.
Got a vivid imagination.

Let this man do his job.
Come on.

How many times have I told you
not to talk to cops?

(Ruzek)
Hey, man.

Were there any victims
taken to the hospital

- before we got here--
- My wife.

Have you seen her?
Nobody will tell me anything.

Sir, we're still trying
to clear the scene,

but we can take your name,
information.

Mason. Uh, Brahmer.

We--we own the cafe,
my wife and I.

Okay.

Oh, my God, Elizabeth.

Go ahead and ride
with your wife.

(Atwater)
Nobody saw anything.

It was an explosion.
Lot of glass.

Same inside.

Then we'll keep
knocking on doors.

Hey, Al, you and Ruzek
go question the husband

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[knocking]
Police.

Detective Halstead,
Chicago PD.

- Yeah, we met.
- If you wouldn't mind,

I just want to talk to your
daughter for a quick second.

She didn't see anything.

Two people died
in that bombing, ma'am.

- Mom?
- Get back in your room

and finish getting ready.

Now!

Last year,
a kid in Isabella's school

testified
in a gang shooting,

and a week later, he was found
with a bullet in his head.

I get it--we're gonna put her
down as a confidential source.

Oh, yeah? Are you gonna
give her a lollipop too?

And the next thing you know,
she's compelled to testify,

and when word gets around,
how am I gonna keep her safe?

I can't afford
to move out of my place,

let alone put her
in a new school and start over.

I understand your concern.

But how is your daughter
gonna feel

knowing that her mother didn't
let her help get the people

who did this?
I know she saw something,

and I know she--

Got started
on a sandwich bar.

Now I'm making quiche
and crepes,

European stuff I couldn't
even pronounce before.

How long you been
working there?

Eight months.

Where were you when
the bomb went off?

The kitchen.
I threw out an order,

I rang the bell
and a second later...

Boom.

How's Ms. Brahmer
holding up?

She's got some fighting
to do.

I owe a lot to those two.

The Brahmers know about
your priors when they hired you?

Absolutely, they did.
I came clean.

I let them know
I did a little something

when I was younger,
but I put it behind me.

Armed robbery's
not a little something.

Well, I learned from it.

Well, so, having been
through this before, Brandon,

you'll remember, eventually the
cops get to the bottom of it.

I had nothing to do with
blowing that place up.

Period.
But I do know who might.

So do you wanna
hear about it,

or you wanna keep wasting
your time looking at me?

If you got something
to say, say it.

This gangbanger
named K-Trick's

been hanging around
Brahmers for months.

He comes around back
every week.

Two days ago, Brahmer goes
in the back to talk to K-Trick.

An hour later, Brahmer's
Suburban was destroyed.

All right, I'm gonna
let Ruzek know.

Doctor said your wife
went into surgery?

Yeah. I guess shrapnel came
close to hitting a major artery.

Every second
is touch and go.

Mr. Brahmer,
you were near the bomb

when it went off, right?

I work the kitchen.

My wife runs
the front of the house.

My cashier called in sick,

so Liz was wearing
a lot of hats today.

Your cook mentioned somebody
by the name of K-Trick.

[sighs]

Yeah. Him.

What was the nature
of your relationship?

He's been shaking me down
for protection money.

Two days ago, I said
I wouldn't pay him as much,

'cause this winter
really killed me

revenue-wise.

He beat up my SUV.

So this K-Trick
made threats on your life

if you didn't keep up
payments.

He never actually
said that specifically.

He just...

said I'd regret it.

We'll call it in.

Hey, Sarge.

Sarge?

This can't be right.

- What's the matter?
- I just got an email

saying Area Central's

not approving
the purchase order

for the engraving job
on Nadia's stone.

I am gonna attack somebody.

Well, we can...
pass a hat around,

collect the money
ourselves.

We may need to push
the memorial a little, but--

Oh, no, the only thing that's
getting pushed around here

is however wrote this--
right off a cliff.

I got a cousin
that does stonework.

He'll give it to us
on the cuff.

I can't even believe what
I'm seeing here.

Seriously, don't stress
yourself out, Sarge.

You got enough to worry about.
We all do.

Stonecutting is what
your cousin does for a living?

It's not some side job
he dabbles in?

It's full-time, legit.
He turns down work.

Okay, great--if you can
make that happen,

I'll get to the bottom
of this.

K-Trick...otherwise known
as Kenny T. Reevis.

He's a gangster Disciple.
Not top of the pyramid,

but he's got some corners.

Brought up on racketeering
charges twice,

but the cases fell through

when the witnesses
dropped the charges.

Finally got the analysis
on the IED back from Bomb Unit.

Whoever built it
used a pressure cooker.

They filled it with nails,
screws, glass,

some small-grade explosive.

I think that's the same kind
those guys used

for the Boston Marathon
bombing.

Yeah, see, you hook it up
to a cell phone,

and ka-blammo--
the shrapnel projects out,

shreds everything
in its path.

It's nasty, nasty stuff.

Halstead's working on
a witness.

Little girl lives
across the street.

Her mom shut it down
the first time,

but he's gonna
go at her again, so...

- No other witnesses?
- None willing to talk.

No security cameras
in the cafe.

All right, Mouse,

run the victims
for domestic disputes,

orders of protection--

make sure none of them
was the intended target.

The rest of you get
a bead on Reevis.

Frankie!

Yeah, look who it is.

- The Celtic Tiger himself.
- What's up, my man?

This is my partner,
Kim Burgess.

- How's it going?
- It's going.

Did you get
my message?

Yeah. I didn't check it,
though.

We need a stone engraved
at the district.

Most importantly,
it's gotta be done

by tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, wow. Listen,
I got three orders stacked up.

Frankie, when's the last
time I asked you for a favor?

The parking tickets
I made disappear...

- Yeah, but--
- Hey, look,

we know it's short notice,
but...

we lost a friend
unexpectedly.

So could you please
help us out here?

What the hell.
For my cousin,

I'll move some stuff
around.

Just let me know
what you want it to say.

- Right.
- Oh...

Her...
Sorry, I don't--

Yeah, it's cool.
Just take your time, man.

Thanks.

Jay.

Good to see you,
Father McClosky.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Yeah.

I saw something
on the news the other night

about the young woman
that worked in your district.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

I'll say a mass
for her.

Thanks, I...
I appreciate that.

I really do.

Is that why
you wanted to see me?

Actually, uh...

I was hoping you could
pull a few strings for me.

Let's take a walk.

You can do the talking.

Kenny Reevis?

Yeah.

Why don't we go
for a ride, man?

I'm watching my son here.

Well, is that his aunt,
his nanny?

- I'm sure he's fine.
- Aunt.

But I only got him
four days out of the month,

so if you got something
to ask me, you ask me here.

No. We gotta talk
down at the district, pal.

I ain't going anywhere unless
you got an arrest warrant.

You hear me?

You picked the wrong cop
on the wrong day.

I will slap bracelets on you
and drag you outta here

in front of your son.

You hear me?

Get on your feet.

Stacey!

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You know why Teddy Roosevelt
won the Nobel Peace prize?

Russia and Japan
were getting into it,

and Teddy was like,
"I gotta sit these fools down

before they blow
each other up."

He also knew,
to make it stick,

both countries needed to
feel like they won something.

That's how I operate.

Brahmer and I--
we had a nice deal.

He kicked me down
a little cash,

and I'd watch out for him.

He misses a payment,

and I blow up his restaurant
and kill a bunch of people?

That ain't win-win.

That ain't me.

Ask around.

We did.

We know
you demolished his car

and told him he was gonna
regret not paying you

two days ago.

And you're gonna try
and convince me

that those are actions

that are even in
the same universe

as blowing up a building?

I don't need
to convince you.

Prosecuting attorney
just needs to convince a jury.

Oh, man.

Kenny, let's say
it wasn't you, right?

You were born and raised
in the neighborhood.

Damn straight.

You probably didn't like
getting pushed out.

You ever lose
your neighborhood

to a bunch of rich people?

Why didn't you leave?

'Cause it's my block!

Okay,
so it's your block...

You know who blew up
the cafe.

Give us a name.
We get help with the case.

You get off
without a murder charge.

That's a win-win
situation, baby.

Nobody I know.

Hey.

Send a photo of Reevis
over to Halstead.

See if he can get it
in front of his witness.

Yeah.

Erin.

- How you holding up?
- I'm fine.

I just wish everyone
would stop asking me.

I'm not everyone.

I miss her.

Like everybody else,
I'm here.

I'm doing my job.

Job part
I'm not worried about.

Don't let this turn into
a banana peel for you,

and I think you know
what I'm talking about.

Come too far.

I hear you.

So we looked into the guy

that actually owns the building
that got bombed.

Graham Norcross.

Guy's got ten lawsuits
hanging over his head,

each one a different tenant

claiming he strong-armed them
out of his properties.

He throws a single
mother of three

out on the street
and sells the place

for twice what he bought for.

Big jump--
bombing your own property.

Worth a conversation
at least.

Well, go talk to him.

[knocking]
Mr. Norcross.

Detectives Dawson
and...Orbinsky?

That's close enough.

Glad you came.
Had you on my call sheet.

Oh, yeah, you were
calling us?

Yeah. I was hoping to get
addresses for the victims.

I'd like to send
some flowers over.

That's nice of you.

We can't give out
their information yet.

It was terrible getting
that call this morning.

When you get any updates,

I'd appreciate you
passing them along.

You've evicted
a number of tenants

from the buildings
you purchased.

That's correct?

Should I have my legal
counsel join us?

Does he need to be here?

- You tell me.
- We're just here

for some background,
Mr. Norcross.

A tenant four doors down
from today's bombing site

had to leave her residence
because of an electrical fire.

That's at 2315 Rockefeller.

She says you were responsible
because the building went up

a day after your crew was inside
working on the wiring.

Arson is difficult to prove.

And there are witnesses
who state

that the tenants in question
were stealing electricity,

endangering
their own family.

But as that is
a pending legal matter,

I obviously
can't comment further.

You know one of the victims
had their limbs blown off?

This is in your building.

How 'bout you don't
hide behind your lawyer

and help us out
on this one?

Jamie Weston.
She'll be happy to facilitate

any further questions
you may have.

Nice. Classy.

Commander.

I've left you, like,
ten message.

I wanted to tell you
in person.

Wow, I don't like the sound
of this already.

Now, it's not just
the purchase order.

George Baumgartner--

he won't approve the stone
for Nadia at all.

That's...unacceptable.

I'm sorry.

They don't think
it's appropriate

since she wasn't a cop.
Hey, if it was up to me,

that stone would be done
already.

Cover the desk, Garcia.

You got it, Sarge.

Trudy!

Look, Nadia Decotis
wasn't a cop.

If we put up a stone
commemorating her,

the next thing you know,

the janitor's gonna be
asking for one.

Now, what kind of precedent
would that set?

The precedent
that we memorialize

those we lose in our district.

It doesn't matter whether
she wore tin or not!

It matters to some people.

It matters to the people
I answer to.

Do you know what happened
to her in New York, George,

what she went through?

I do, and it's horrible.

[sighs]

I'll tell you what,
let's put a pin in it for now,

maybe revisit the issue
next month.

No way! I know how it
works around here.

It just keeps getting
kicked down the line.

Nadia made the ultimate
sacrifice,

and she deserves
a memorial stone

at the 21st District,

or I will stand up

at the next FOP meeting

and I will tell everybody

that you blocked her from
getting the honor she deserves.

The answer's no.

And don't threaten me
again.

[knocking]

- Leave.
- Not until you hear me out.

I'm gonna call the cops.

You'd be calling me,
essentially.

King of Cross Academy.

Full scholarship
for Isabella.

Just wanna ask her
a couple of questions.

Show her a photo.

[paper rustling]

She doesn't testify.

Absolutely not.

I was waiting outside
while my mom got coffee,

and this guy came in
with a blue backpack.

I remember it, 'cause
my friend's got the same one.

But when he came out,
it was gone.

Okay. Is this the man
you saw?

That's not him.

The guy I saw
was white with a beard.

Okay. Do you remember
anything else about him?

His right hand--he had scars
all over it.

That's it.

That's enough.

Okay.

Thank you so much,
Isabella.

You're welcome.

I cross-referenced all recent
parolees in Tri-Taylor

and the surrounding areas
with their known identifiers.

Yep,
and we got Sam Carden.

Did a little time
in Statesville

for assault and battery
and a couple weapons charges.

The scars on his right hand's
from burns he got

working as an electrician.
Parole officer said he's been

picking up day jobs
here and there,

but apparently he had
a hard time going straight.

He do any work for
or got any beef

- with Norcross or Brahmer?
- I say we go ask him.

His parole officer said he lives
right on the South side.

Go.
Have everyone who's free

- meet you there for backup.
- Right.

Like I said,
I'm constantly checking in

with my parolees,
and I've seen Sam's pay stubs

and he's been going to work.

All right, believe me,
if he was up to something,

I'd know about it.

All right.

Go ahead.

Oh. Huh.

I'd say he was up to something.

Ha. Can't be everywhere
all the time, right?

Oh!

- [whistles]
- A few large right there.

Yeah, I'd say.
That's a lot of money

to have saved up after just
getting out of the joint.

Yeah.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Should be contacting me
about 20 minutes or so.

He normally uses the pay phone
downstairs, so...Yeah?

Guess we'll just have
to wait and see.

(Atwater)
Just keep an eye out
for Carden.

Copy that--we got eyes
on the front entrance.

I still can't believe
you let me drive.

It's my gift.

Well, it's...from Nadia.

I told her how you said
you feel like a house husband

riding shotgun all the time.

And she got all righteous
and she goes,

"Erin, you need to
let him drive a little."

You know what we need?

A Kuma's night.

Black Sabbath burgers.

That was Nadia's spot,
right?

Yeah.

That's Carden.

Stop! CPD!

Gun!

Out! Out, out, out, out!

Freeze!

5021 George, I got a carjacked
red pickup truck

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[horn honks]

Halstead, location.

On Lake.
We'll cut him off at Ashland.

[horn honks,
tires screech]

We're approaching Ashland now.

Don't move!
Don't move.

Put your hands behind your back.

[grunting]

Let's go.

Get up.

Hey.

It's gonna work out.

Baumgartner's a bastard.

He's a heartless bastard.

And always has been.

It's a piece of rock
on the front of the building.

We can't even pay
our respects to her?

It's times like this
when I-I...hate this job.

Trudy--

You wanted to see us,
Sergeant?

Uh, yeah.

Want you to swing by
Second City Storage,

locker number 8313.

There's a file box labeled
"Summer 2005."

Pull the file for
Operation Angel.

Bring it back here.

All right.
Sure, got it.

What's that about?

It's all gonna work out.

You got my Jack too?

That ETD machine is good.

Only takes seconds
to detect explosive material,

like the trace amount of
potassium nitrate

on your jacket.

We already got you
for the bombing.

Just tell us
who hired you.

Yeah. I'm really not
seeing a good reason to talk.

Yeah, well, I can give you
a couple good reasons to talk.

I'm going away
no matter what.

I might as well go back
not a snitch.

We found 3 Gs in your room.
Probably more you already spent.

Money didn't put itself in
there--means you got paid.

You got it all figured out.
Why bother me?

You could be looking at
two life sentences.

Now, we can think of
a whole lot of ways

to make that time easy
or hard.

It's up to you.

Yeah, you know what?

I really don't care.

It doesn't make
any difference.

[thwack]

He doesn't give up a name,
take him down to the cage.

You two gonna
rough me up a little bit?

Not gonna be any worse

than what you did to
those people at the cafe.

Whatever.
It's out of my hands.

Listen...

nobody out there
is in the mood

to give your sorry ass
a break today.

But if you give me a name...

life'll be a little better.

Let me think about it.

(Halstead)
Carden didn't have
a burner phone.

He didn't call anybody
from that apartment

except his parole officer.
Never even wrote a letter.

We should have his call
records from Stateville

any minute.

That was Chicago Med.

Elizabeth Brahmer
just passed away.

What's up with Carden?

Giving him five minutes
to weigh his options.

I think he's gonna go.

Sam Carden did a couple days'
work with Melvin's Electric

which does all the wiring
in Norcross's buildings.

A few months ago,

Graham Norcross
asked the County Assessors

for an updated property
value estimate

on the Brahmers' cafe.
It turns out the land

is worth four times
what it was when he bought it.

The Brahmers
have a ten-year lease.

So if Norcross
wanted 'em out...

he'd either have to
cut 'em a check

or make them leave.

So you hire someone who says
they can scare them out,

but the device
over-delivers.

Maybe Norcross had Carden
do the electrical fire

up the block too.

Let's ask him.

Son of a bitch.

.

- Ambo's two minutes out.
- Guys, he's not gonna make it.

Who the hell
left the can in here?

Just keep your mouth shut
until you talk to Voight.

Contact your FOP rep.
Do it now.

(Roman)
Wanna talk about it?

What?

How you walked out of
my cousin's shop.

You noticed that?

He's got a bell
on the door.

My old district,
we had three deaths in one year.

It was spooky.

Naturally, you get people
who ask,

and I don't lie when I say

I never had a bad day
on this job.

We chose it.

And if I die
doing what I love,

that's better than
croaking on a chicken bone

watching reruns
on the couch.

Nadia chose this.

We don't have time
to grieve.

We keep pushing
and doing our jobs.

We're not forgetting
the people we lost.

We're honoring them.

That's how I'd wanna be
remembered.

Yeah.

Maybe.

[under breath]
8313.

8313.

Nice bike.

Summer 2005.

This is weird, right,
asking us to come down here?

What's it got to do
with the memorial?

I don't know, but I'd hate
to be this guy right now.

(woman)
Excuse me, gentlemen--

What the hell is this?

Turns out, Mr. Norcross, we got
a little more to talk about.

Fine. Through my attorney!

Yeah. You can call her
after we process you

- down at the district.
- Process for what?

You can do this voluntarily
or otherwise.

I don't have a problem
with the second one.

(Norcross)
Unbelievable.

(Olinsky)
Three people dead.

I don't say anything
until my legal team gets here.

Like I told you,
after you've been processed.

Didn't think we'd find out
about you and Sam Carden.

Sam Carden?

He installed ceiling fans
in that cafe.

I barely know the guy.

Until you needed him
to take out the Brahmers.

I didn't take out
anybody.

A few million sitting
on that property.

Why worry about nice tenants
when you got condos to build?

Yeah. People have killed
for a lot less.

You're talking
out of your ass.

It's real easy.

You hired Carden
to throw an M80 in there.

You didn't know
he'd up the dosage

about a hundred times
more than necessary.

Most of this lands on him.

[door opens]

Let's talk outside.

(Mouse)
It's Mason Brahmer,
the owner of the cafe.

(Olinsky)
How come we didn't
find this earlier?

Some people cover their tracks
better than others.

Look, he spelled his name
one letter off on his ID,

making it virtually impossible
to find anything on him.

But I knew something
was wonky,

so I kept trying different
versions until I found...

"Ross Montag."

Okay, see, he legally changed it
a few years back.

Clearly, he didn't
want us finding out.

So now I'm thinking,

there's something up
with this guy, you know?

People don't go changing
their names willy-nilly.

So I ran the old names
backwards, forwards,

financials, everything,

until I found 250K
in one of his old accounts.

It's a life insurance
settlement.

The short version--
I think we got the wrong guy.

Pick him up.

[door slams]

Why am I here?

Because your first wife
died in a car accident

eight years ago
in Portland.

I want out of here now.
My wife passed away.

- You have no right--
- Her car burst into flames

because of a steering
fluid leak.

Detectives
and the insurance company

liked you for it.

But they couldn't
make the case.

I'm giving you
one more chance.

Don't make me
come in there.

I'm asking you nicely.

Just get straight with me now.

I'll help you with
your statement.

.

It was an accident.
I don't care

what the Portland cops
said.

Then why'd you change
your name?

I wanted a fresh start.

Mm.

See, I'm not buying
any of that.

You're forgetting--
I was there

when the bomb went off
at the cafe.

Protected by a stainless
steel kitchen

where you knew the blast
wouldn't hit you.

Okay, well, just because
you don't believe me

- doesn't mean I'm guilty.
- That is true.

But what Sam Carden
is saying upstairs sure does.

You gotta be pretty
desperate...

to hire an ex-con

who's doing
electrical work for you.

I don't even know
who that is.

Why did you do it?
For the insurance money?

Or you just hate women?

That's for your wife
who died today.

That's for your wife
you killed eight years ago.

Stop!

There's a big part of me

who wants to walk
outta here right now

and let you take
the whole ride.

But I dislike Carden
even more than I dislike you,

so I am giving you
this one shot.

Tell me what happened,
A to Z.

If you don't...

I go upstairs,
we go with Carden's version.

[sobbing]
I didn't do anything.

I don't know who
Sam Carden is.

Listen to me.

If I walk outta here,

that deal walks out
with me.

All right!

All right what?

I'll give a statement.

All right, I'll notify
the wife's family.

- That's always a fun call.
- I'll call Portland PD.

It's gonna be such
a punch in the gut

- after all these years.
- The family deserves to know

what happened to their daughter.

Atwood.
My office.

Leaving that can in the room

almost caused us
the entire case, Kevin.

I understand, Sarge.

And I take full responsibility
for that.

I appreciate that.

IA's gonna launch
a full investigation

in the Carden suicide,
though.

I can't have you up here
while that's going on.

What does that mean?

I'm bumping you back down
to uniform.

- It's just for a bit.
- Look, Sarge,

whatever I gotta do--

This isn't
a conversation, Kevin.

You wanted to see us,
Sergeant?

Yeah, we're shuffling
things around up here.

Burgess, you're in Intelligence
until further notice.

Roman, you're partnered
with Atwater.

I cleared it with Platt.

Looking forward to it.

Good. You're dismissed.

Kevin.

Kevin, this is not how
I wanted things to go down.

I'm sure if you give Voight
some time,

- it'll all blow over.
- Burgess...

Congrats.

George.

I don't approve some stone and
you think you can blackmail me?

That's an ugly word.

Who knows about this?

Just the two guys
in this room.

Or maybe the prostitute
I found you with.

I don't know
if she remembers.

- If this gets out--
- Just sign the approval

for Nadia's memorial,
and we're done.

Good to go.

I could just kiss you,
Hank.

Thanks.

Right back at ya, Trudy.

It turned out
real nice, Roman.

Thanks.

Course.

The, uh...

Deputy Chief sent this over.

I figured I'd share it.

"Ms. Nadia Decotis,

"this letter is to commend you
on being accepted

as a recruit to the Chicago
Police Department."

She would have made
a hell of a cop.

Certainly
one of the bravest.

Hey. I think we're all
gonna head to Molly's.

Pour one out for Nadia.

I think we could all
use a drink right about now.

You in?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll try and make it.

There's my girl.

I was supposed to meet up
with everybody from work,

but...I can't be
around them right now.

Yeah. I get that.

Times like this, you need
to be around family.

Baby, I'm so sorry
you lost your friend.

When I met Nadia--

when I busted her...

I just saw something
in her.

I wanted to be for her
what Hank was for me.

So I pushed her
in the direction I'd gone.

But if I'd just left her
alone from the start,

none of this
would have happened.

I didn't lose her.

I got her killed.