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(GRUNTS)

(ENTRY BELL DINGS)

Hey! Trina.

Yo! Danny, what's up?

It's Detective Reagan.

Come on. We're tight now.

You went to bat for me with that judge.

Yeah, all the more reason.

I'm actually on a run
right now, so I got to dip.

- (STAMMERS)
- It means "leave."

Ah.

Later, playa!

All right. Keep up the good work.

Danny.

Hey! Nate.

Tell me you collared her.

- Collared who?
- That damn Trina.

I told her to deliver some alterations.

She threw 'em back
in my face, said she quit.

And then on her way out the door,

grabbed a handful out of the till.

- What are you talking about?
- Yeah, well, the next time

you got a "good kid
that just needs a solid job,"

skip me.

The lip on that girl alone.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Pop!

I'm here for that jacket
I forgot the other day.

ALISON: (GASPS) Jamie!

- Speak of the devil.
- (GASPS)

Alison, what are you doing here?

Piece on your grandfather.

Hey. (GRUNTS)

He's gonna be amazing.

I mean, so much history

in one handsome man.

She's very perceptive.

(LAUGHS)

So, another podcast?

Oh, I have come up in the world.

I now do investigative content
for a public TV group in SoHo.

I have stuff on YouTube, Vimeo.

I'll send you some links.

Wow. Congrats.

My next episode

is "New York's Finest:

Past, Present & Future."

And guess who the star is.

Get your autographs now
before the price goes up.

(LAUGHS)

Thanks for setting this up, kid.

How'd I do that?

You gave me his number.

Oh. More coffee, Commissioner?

Always.

Alison, I never, uh,
gave you his phone number.

You didn't?

- No.
- Hmm.

I know I meant to ask you for it.

You know what, I probably
mentioned it to my producer

and she got it somehow.

Anyhoo, you look great.

And how's Eddie?

- (CHUCKLES)
- Tell me that she's pregnant

and it's a girl and you're
naming her after me.

Yeah, so, um...

what's your story, uh,
with Henry about, anyway?

HENRY: Jamie,
stop hogging my interviewer.

Coming! Got to go.

Must be your coat. It's cute.

Here you go, sir.

Just a few more waivers

and we can nail out a shooting schedule.

And, Officer Jackson,

I hear you collared the perp.

Me and McPhadden. Yeah.

Lady's purse was big and green,

so running the guy down
was a piece of cake.

(CHUCKLES) Three blocks at full speed

was never a piece of cake for me.

(CHUCKLING)

GARVEY: And, honestly,
sir, I'm glad they ran off.

'Cause neither of them
does well around blood.

And there was a lot

when the victim
just suddenly went into labor

and me and Ross had to deliver the baby

right there on the street.

Mother and baby are fine.

They have contacted the department

and would love to thank
both of you in person.

It's an unofficial tradition
of the department

that a cop who delivers a baby

gets to wear one of those
above their shield.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.

And thank you all.

Well done.

Much appreciated.

Oh, and please

give Officer McPhadden
my congratulations

and tell him I hope he gets better soon.

Sir...

What?

Nothing.

Thank you, sir.

Hold up.

Uh...

could I have one more minute, Officer?

Please have a seat anywhere.

- Is there a problem, sir?
- Well, I don't think so.

But if I may,
you seem to have some trouble

with your partner's absence.

I...

I don't know.

You can speak freely.

Well, I don't want to rat anyone out.

I mean, I didn't even know
till yesterday,

until I overheard Mike talking
on the phone with his mom.

Know what?

Sir, he didn't...

bang in sick today.

He didn't come in 'cause...

...well, he didn't want to meet you.

(CHUCKLES)

Am I that scary?

Of course not, sir.

It's just...

His last name wasn't always McPhadden.

It used to be Malevsky.

(SIGHS)

Sonny Malevsky was his father.

(SIGHS)

And the man who killed my son.

Do we even need to go
back to the courtroom?

Anthony, the trial's barely begun.

Did you see Rourke's face go white

during your opening statement?

I mean, his attorney must
be begging for an offer

right now.

Wishful thinking.

Well, well, well.

I drop in for a bite,

and who would I run into

but my favorite bureau chief
in all of New York?

There goes my good mood.

Mr. Vangelis.

Please. Every time?

(SNAPS FINGERS)

It's Mario.

Well, you've clearly dined,

so let's skip to dessert.

- It's on me.
- ABETEMARCO: Break bread with you?

We'd rather starve.

Come on. Am I that bad?

ERIN: Why don't you ask all your

many rivals encased in concrete?

And yet I'm not in prison.

I'm sitting right here with you.

Yeah, not for long. Check, please.

Thanks.

I'll get the car.

Yeah. Thank you.

Uh...

You know, Erin,

you keep mistaking me

for the Mario Vangelis of the past.

But that lost soul is done.

I'm on the straight and narrow now.

You know what you did!

(SHUDDERING)

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You sure you're okay?

Yeah. Because of you.

Hey, hey, hey, not for nothing, but...

I'm okay, too.

Yeah. You're welcome.

- For what?
- For what?

For him saving you from
being assassinated.

What, you think the hit was
on me? All the guy said was,

"You know what you did."

Yeah, and you probably do.

Come on, Vangelis. If you never been

the target of a hit in
an Italian restaurant,

can you really call yourself a mobster?

No, no, no, no.
Like I said, I'm out of that game.

More likely, that guy
was gunning for your boss.

- For me?
- Yeah.

Out on the streets, when I hear
the name Erin Reagan,

it's usually not with terms
of endearment, you know?

Well, those are words, not bullets.

- Now, let's go.
- To where?

ABETEMARCO: Somewhere where your enemies

can't get to
when they try to off you again.

Come on.

Up.

Alison Gable was with him?

Yeah, sitting right there at the table,

having him sign releases or something.

And you didn't set this up?

No, she sold it to Henry like I did.

But then she played it off
to me, you know,

- with that big laugh of hers.
- Huh.

I don't know. She's...

It's probably nothing, right?
She's kind of kooky.

Mm, she used to be.

- What do you mean?
- Well, her new stuff on YouTube,

it's... it's different.

Before, on her podcast,
she was all like,

"Oh, wow. Look at these old crimes.

It's so fun to be an amateur sleuth."

And now she's kind of a hard-ass.

Less "gee whiz," more "gotcha."

Especially when she's interviewing cops.

The lighting gets all creepy
and the music gets dark.

Like, last episode, she outright accused

a detective in Jersey
of overlooking evidence,

and she made him look worse

than the perp who killed three people.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Is this how you treat witnesses?

You keep 'em waiting for hours?

It's been 30 minutes. Relax.

Actually...

...you could relax a little less

and write down who targeted you.

Maybe start with the
sons of Arturo Mancini.

They can't be thrilled
he mysteriously vanished

after a meeting with you last year.

Or maybe your bodyguard
who dove under the table

like he was in on the hit.

Okay, first things first,

a macchiato, light foam.

And rustle up a pastry,
too, while you're at it.

You got a preference which
wall I throw this guy through?

- Okay. All right.
- You kidding me?!

Vangelis, you need to get serious.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

There were 30 people in that restaurant.

You really think the next group
of innocent bystanders

is gonna be as lucky

when bullets meant for you start flying?

You keep telling me
that you're a changed man.

So prove it.

Show me that, for once in your life,

you care about other people.

If I do expound on who
might want me dead and why,

I'll be immune from prosecution?

N...

No promises there. No.

I'll also need police protection.

- NYPD doesn't...
- This office

will arrange for an investigator
to be outside your door.

Yeah, well, who won't be me.

Someone will. Don't worry.

Maybe we cut out the middleman
and you babysit me.

Pick a wall.

Any wall.

I will come kiss you
good night when I get home.

Yes. Okay, Mommy loves you.

Night.

But this isn't the address
we got for our suspect.

- Momentary detour.
- (TRINA LAUGHS)

Yo, good luck.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Nobody move a muscle.

(LAUGHING, EXCLAIMING)

You,

- give me that.
- Yo!

Maybe you should take a hit of that.

You need to chill out.

What the hell is the matter with you?

The hell is wrong with me?

You steal from Nate

after I put my neck on the line for you?

I just wasn't feeling it.

I guess you're not feeling

your court-appointed classes
either, huh?

No, I'm not.

Didn't the judge order you

to steer clear of your old pals?

'Cause I see Daquan and Sarah.

Damn, you, too?

I thought we was cool!

Maybe I should just put you
in jail again.

I mean, is the food good?
'Cause I got the munchies.

Yo. (LAUGHTER)

Why don't we go find out?
Come on. Get up.

I was just joking.
Get up. I'm not joking.

Petit larceny, possession of marijuana.

Weed is legal now.

Not if you're under 21. Come on.

- (CROWD MURMURING)
- Come on!

Danny, maybe
you're overreacting a little?

I'm not overreacting at all.

- Yeah, I'm sure you're not.
- Hey!

Officer McPhadden, in my office.

Sure thing, boss.

Stand easy, close the door.

(SIGHS)

I'm...

guessing you're not here about
the purse-snatch in Midtown?

You deserve an attaboy for that.

We're past it now.

New information.

Please understand, sir.

I didn't come up to your office
out of respect for you.

Same respect you showed
by lying on your application?

I didn't lie.

I just... didn't give a complete answer.

Same thing.

And if I had written
under "known names and aliases,"

that my last name
was originally Malevsky?

That would be called the truth.

And it would also be called
sinking my chances

of becoming a cop.

(SIGHS): Ah.

Tell me something.

Did you know the investigator
who interviewed you?

No, sir.

So the fact that he didn't flag
your interview

as incomplete was...?

Happy accident.

(SIGHS)

There's nothing happy
about this situation, Officer.

Of course, sir.

You know I knew him, right?

And that he killed himself

rather than answer
to murdering your son.

So you agree with that description?

My mom still thinks
that he was innocent,

that it was all some setup.

But I know who my dad was.

That's why I lied on the application.

Which you could be terminated for.

Yes, sir.

What's a McPhadden?

A lot of my family switched over
to McPhadden over the years

to sound more American.

Me and my dad and my granddad

were about the only Malevskys left.

Then you changed.

To come on the job.

To be one of the good people
in my family

who have worn this uniform.

There have been a lot of us
over the years

under the name McPhadden.

It's a lot like all the Reagans.

We're talking
about your family, not mine.

And I can talk about them all day,

but I have work to do, sir, so...

Am I terminated or not, Commissioner?

(SIGHS)

You'll know when I know.

That is all.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey. How was your night in juvie?

It sucked.

Well, that's kind of what
your future's gonna be

if you don't get your head
screwed on straight.

Is this what they call "tough love"?

Well, that would have to involve love.

Best I can offer you is to...

conveniently forget what
I was gonna charge you with.

Really? I can go?

Yeah, you can go. To class.

And you can go apologize to Nate,

and you can don't go and chill
with your crazy friends.

I guess I should thank you?

Tell it to me walking.

That means, get out of here
before I change my mind.

So, lesson learned?

I think she learned her lesson.

No, I mean you, about helping her.

I don't get it with you.

When we met her, you loved
her, and now you hate her.

No, I like Trina,

but we're not social workers,
and she's only getting worse.

I mean, we found her birth parents,

and she just loud-mouthed
her way right out their door.

Good. She's better off without 'em.

They're crazy people.

- So now you're parenting her?
- No, I'm not.

Look, I know your boys
are all grown up, but...

Okay. I'm not trying to be her dad,

and I'm not trying
to replace my kids with her.

It's just, you don't get the way she is

unless someone did some
really bad things to you.

So maybe if someone does
something kind to her,

she might become kind.

I think you're getting soft
in your old age.

Says the person who adopted
a baby from one of our cases.

Come on. Just trust me.

So, how long does it take
to put an episode together?

Week of research, a day of prep,

and then, uh,
two or three days to shoot.

And you work off,
like, a list of topics,

or do you interview people
just off the top of your head?

You mean, can you vet my questions?

- I didn't say that.
- Jamie,

your grandfather agreed
to no parameters.

Well, did you tell him that
the name of the episode isn't

"NYPD: Past, Present and Future"

but "NYPD: Past, Present and Problems"?

I saw your promo online.

That-That's just a working title.

As long as it's not
"Henry Reagan: Punching Bag."

Okay. Yes,
this new gig has a harder edge

because I'm expected
to actually investigate issues.

Fairly?

Define that word.

Do you know how slippery
that sounds, Alison?

Do you know how hard it is
to keep an audience these days?

How I have to generate content 24-7,

and every decision is,
how's this gonna get me

more clicks, how's this gonna
generate more likes?

And if the truth ends up
on the cutting room floor?

Jamie, it's gonna be fine.

Come on. You know me.

HENRY: Is he telling you

to go easy on this old dinosaur?

No, that-that's not
what I'm saying, Pop.

Well, then scram.

'Cause someone is ready
for his close-up.

He sure is.

Okay, well, come on, let's do this.

Well, the numbers seem right.

Tell Management and Budget
well done and full speed ahead.

Uh, will do, sir.

- Can we take a step back?
- Second that.

I've told you all you need to know.

But how did McPhadden
even get on the job?

(SIGHS)

He lied.

- And no one caught it?
- Back in the day, we would have.

But ever since we started
using civilian investigators

to process Academy applicants, well...

FRANK: Yes. Done to keep more cops
on the street.

But, boss, now we got this travesty.

Don't be so dramatic, Sid.

He's just taking up your slack.

- Meaning?
- Meaning,

you seem to be trying to make a
molehill out of a mountain here.

Well, you know, it's kind of
a personal decision, Garrett,

so I will deal with it personally.

Meaning?

Meaning,

when I know my next move,
you'll know my next move.

But how do you feel about it? Angry?

- Betrayed?
- Yeah.

Uh, I guess all that.

How you should be feeling
is, the punk lied

and should be fired, end of story.

What are you, some life coach?

Look, the wrinkle is,

he's a good cop.

Under false pretenses!

Look, I was supposed
to give him an attaboy, Sid.

That's how this whole thing started.

Since when do we do a catch-22 up here?

- I never said we did.
- BAKER: Still,

it seems like
you've got a decision to make.

Yes...

but mine isn't the only vote.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Give me some good news.

Sorry, but not a single enemy
of Vangelis look good for this.

Seriously?

Oh, they all wish
they had done it.

I mean, Lefty Lazaro was so jealous,

he said he was gonna pay
for the shooter's funeral.

So, anything about the shooter?

Joshua Viktos, local addict,

but no connection to any crime family.

Bodyguard? The waiter?

Bodyguard was just a coward.

The waiter checked out, too.

(SIGHS) So, what, you think

we're just forcing the narrative
on this,

and Viktos was just a nut?

Unless he was gunning for you.

Me?

Name one person who would want me dead.

Really? Ava Martinez?

Shouted it out in court two months ago?

The Barrios brothers were
caught plotting your murder

on a jail phone at, uh, Clinton
Correctional last year. Uh...

All right, all right, point taken.

So, permission to run 'em down?

(SIGHS)

As long as Vangelis doesn't find out.

Last thing I need is him
rubbing my nose in the fact

that I've got more enemies than he does.

Understood.

(SIGHS)

Of course I hit those ladies.
They were looking at me funny.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- But you look funny. Should I hit you?

Why the hell did you rob them?

They got money.

Who doesn't need money?

Thank God for the dumb ones.

Can't teach stupid. Sit down.

Reagan.

What?

Okay, I'm on my way.

Hey, process him. I got to go.

Need I even ask?

Hey, I got the call. What's going on?

The detective said
you might know these kids.

Our deceased is Daquan Jones.

- Where's the girl?
- Witness?

She's up here.

All right, I got it from here.

- Well, be careful. She bites.
- I'm aware.

Trina.

I know.

I know, I wasn't supposed
to hang with my friends.

Are you okay?

Yeah, because I hid when I saw Jayden.

What do you mean, you saw Jayden?

Jayden's locked up.
You sure it wasn't someone else?

It was him.

I was coming to see Daquan, and then

Jayden walked over to him,
a-and he was yelling.

He-he was out of his mind,
so I stayed behind.

What did he want with Daquan?

To know where I was.

And Daquan wouldn't tell him,
so Jayden stabbed him!

And he ran away, so I ran up to Daquan,

and-and his legs were kicking,

and-and there was blood coming
out of his mouth.

And then he just died.

Trina, I'm so sorry.

You're not sorry!

You're not!

When I helped you,

you said Jayden would go away forever.

So how is he out?

I don't know.

The steak's good.

DANNY: Yeah, maybe even perfect.

Oh, Danny, you made it.

DANNY: Yeah, mystery solved.

But I had help, I did have help.

Well, I'm afraid, uh,

there's something...

else on the menu.

- What's that?
- I think the name

Sonny Malevsky is familiar

to everybody at this table.

Wish it weren't.

I thought we were never
gonna mention that name again.

May he rest in hell.

What about the son of a bitch?

Well, I met his son the other day.

Goes by the name of Mike McPhadden.

And?

And he's a cop

at the 6-5.

How is that even possible?

Like, like, he weaseled his
way in under a different name?

Uh, yeah, there's a discipline
decision to be made,

but that's not why I'm bringing it up.

Then why? To make us lose our appetites?

No.

To ask you all how you would feel

if you met him in a house or...

out on the street or anywhere else.

Well, I would feel just fine

right after I punch him in the nose.

Yeah, but why?

Well... Why not?

He didn't murder Joe.

Well, the apple doesn't
fall far from the tree.

And that tree is poisoned.

And if he broke the rules,
he should be punished.

Francis has plenty of leeway on any side

of any infraction.

You're defending this guy, Pop?

I'm defending my son's right

to do as he sees fit.

Well, I just think that if
he wants to be a cop, fine.

Just be a cop somewhere else, like Mars.

You know, you're being
really tough on a guy

that you never even met before.

I'm actually surprised you're not.

Maybe 'cause I know
what it's like to be blamed

for something your old man did.
No offense.

You know what that's like, too, Jamie.

- I do.
- Well, God knows

I've caused you some grief

from time to time, Francis.

Nothing I couldn't handle, Pop.

But we're not Malevskys or McPhaddens

or whatever it is they call themselves.

No, we're not, we're Reagans.

But Joe Reagan and I had
this conversation

a million times ourselves.
It's complicated.

Well, you ask us how we'd feel.

I just hope I never run into the guy.

And you won't have to
if Dad does the right thing

and fires him.

(SIGHS)

So?

So, thanks for sharing your thoughts.

So, you gonna yell at me or not?

It's okay if we disagree
about this McPhadden guy.

Not him. Alison.

Pop, am I allowed to care about you?

Of course you are.

Is it okay if I speak up

if I see something I'm worried about?

(CHUCKLES)

She said you had been meddling.

Yeah, so that you don't get run over

by the way the world is these days.

Like I don't understand it?

Then enlighten me because
every time that I turn around,

something I thought was
solid turns to dust.

Or someone I like turns out to
be in it just for themselves.

I've been interviewed before.

Not for a while. And not by someone

who's, who's under pressure
to drum up hit pieces

just to keep her job.

I think Alison is fine.

Yeah, until she edits it

and makes you look like the bad guy.

More than that,
why risk an unforced error?

I have accomplished
a thing or two in my time.

And that legacy lives, Pop.

In every person that sits
around that dinner table

and anyone who knows
the history of the NYPD.

But why risk that

for one extra minute
in the spotlight with someone

who might just be out to tarnish it?

So keep my big mouth shut?

All I'm saying

is, take a look at some of her videos.

Get a sense what you're in for.

Who says I haven't?

Well, have you?

It's on my to-do list.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, move it to the top, will you?

For me.

All right, knock it off.

I'm gonna put you back in cuffs.

How many days do I got to stay here for?

As many as it takes
to get Jayden back in custody.

And some court let him out?

(SIGHS)

It was a clerical error
at an appeals hearing.

He got checked off the wrong list

and never got back
on the corrections bus.

It sounds like something you would do.

Aren't you ever grateful for anything?

And sit down.

Sorry.

I catch an attitude when I'm stressed.

Oh, only when you're stressed, huh?

What does Jayden even want with me?

The whole time I was running his scams

and stealing jewels for him,
he barely knew my name.

Because you're the "snitching
bitch" that put him away.

That's what he told your friend Sarah

before he stabbed her 20 minutes ago.

- Is she dead, too?
- No, she'll survive.

But he also stole her phone.

(PHONE RINGING)

That's Sarah's number.

How much you want to bet it's Jayden?

Then I'm gonna tell that son...

No, you're not gonna tell him anything.

So answer the phone expecting
her, be surprised it's him.

Tell him you're glad
he's out and you need

30 minutes to call him back.

Yo, Sarah!

Oh... Jayden?

How you doing, son? You out?

How did you...? Okay.
None of my business, okay.

Um, I'm actually at the deli right now.

Let me call you back
in, like, 30 minutes.

All right, all right, bye.

Good.

What now?

Now we'll get ready to pinpoint

where he is for your next call.

And then we put him back behind bars.

Out of the office, can't be good.

Please.

Do you know a cop

named Mike McPhadden, out of the 6-5?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Well, it seems he changed his
last name before he signed up.

From?

Malevsky.

As in...?

Sonny Malevsky was his father.

How is he one of us?

That's a different conversation.

(EXHALES) So what's this one?

What I decide to do about it.

I got some options,
but I'd like your input.

My dad.

Your son.

There's an old idea

that the most fundamental divide

among us isn't between

who worships what god or...

who salutes what flag.

It's between the people...

who lost a child

and the people who haven't.

I can't begin to imagine
what that must be like.

Well, I'm pretty sure it's...

just about the same thing with a parent.

Even one you never got to meet.

Some ways, yeah.

Some ways... not.

Now here's this guy...

...whose father blew apart our family,

and now he's wearing
the same blue we do.

I'm supposed to know what you should do?

No, I'm just asking for your thoughts.

Unabridged and unvarnished.

We're chained to this thing together,

you and I.

Okay.

Last question.

How much do you miss being on the job?

Never crosses my mind.

Really?

Except ten times a day.

(LAUGHS)

Well played, Mr. Reagan.

Thanks again for everything, Henry.

It'll be online Friday.

Oh, when do I get to give my notes?

You said you'd give me a sneak peek.

Oh, uh, yeah.

Let me ask my editor
when you can drop by.

You also said we could do it here,

that you'd show me yourself.

(LAUGHS)

Then that's what we'll do.

You know what?

I don't need to give notes.

Except one.

When you talk to a cop,

make sure the first question you ask

isn't "How many people have you killed?"

Did I do that?

Day one.

Before the camera even rolled.

Also in other episodes

with other cops.

Oh.

Better question to ask...

...is "How many people have you saved?"

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

And how many for you?

Who knows?

Maybe a bad guy killed less
people because I nailed him.

Maybe a drunk driver didn't hit someone

because I pulled him over.

The point is to ask the question.

Next time...

I sure hope you will.

What the heck is all of this?

Hey, didn't I tell you to stay at home?

Yeah, except I hear Abetemarco's
out running down your enemies,

so I've been sitting
on my ass doing nothing.

An abundance of caution.

Oh, come on, just admit it,

I was right all along.

You know what?
I'm actually happy you're here,

so I can say no to all this crap

you're thinking we're gonna pay for.

I mean, Nobu takeout?

A dozen massages?

You had me thinking
my life was in danger.

I was living it up a little.

Not on my dime.

You know, Erin,

you play a big game of hating me,

but in a different world

I get the feeling we'd be friends.

- Maybe more if the stars aligned.
- (PHONE RINGS)

The stars will
burn out before that ever happens.

Hi, Anthony.

You're on speakerphone.
I have Vangelis here,

so feel free to bad-mouth him
all you want.

Yeah, I-I'm too busy
striking out on your list.

Like Deke Benchley.

Guy got out, bought a tire shop
at 115th and Broad.

Says, uh, he turned his life
around in prison,

so you're the best thing

- that's ever happened to him.
- (TIRES SCREECH, HORN HONKS)

(CRASH ON PHONE)

What was that?

Anthony?

Anthony, are you okay?

I-I don't, I don't even
work with that crew anymore.

I don't talk to Daquan and
them. But how did you get out?

JAYDEN: System finally
realized I was an innocent victim

- of an unjust prosecution.
- You ping him yet?

WALKER: Yeah, but it's jumping

all over the place. How I don't know.

- JAYDEN: Yo, Trin, are you there?
- DANNY: Tell him you do want

to meet him in about 30 minutes
somewhere in Central Park.

Hey, Jayden.

Um, sorry, the reception
is so wack, uh...

I want to see you. I'm uptown
right now, so maybe, like,

Central Park, by that boathouse thing?

Nah, I can't do the city, baby girl.

Meet me in Red Hook. Remember that spot

we took them dudes
rolling dice that time?

No, I can't do BK. I can only...

He hung up.

DANNY: All right.

Thank you.

Where's he talking about in Red Hook?

Halleck and Grand Street.

I can distract him,
y'all can come up from behind,

put a couple caps in that ass,
you know...

We're not putting a cap in anyone's ass,

and you're not going anywhere.

Come on, you need me there.

No, I need you here. Safe.

Fine.

Thanks.

Can I go to the bathroom?

- No.
- I got a small bladder, yo.

Fine!

Walker.

Can you escort Trina to the ladies' room

and bring her back
and cuff her to that couch?

- Yeah, come on, kid.
- Thanks.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Should we find a female decoy?

We could try, but on such short notice,

I don't know if we're gonna
find anyone who could...

- (THUD)
- (WALKER SHOUTS)

- (OTHERS CLAMORING)
- WALKER: Someone grab her.

(ALARM BLARING)

Hey. What happened?

She got my gun.

Where the hell is she?

- She took off running.
- You okay?

Downstairs exit's open.

Where would she go?

To get herself killed.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

Anthony.

Amazing how fast I can move

when someone's trying
to run me over, huh?

That car was aiming for you?

Jack Mantunas.

I collared him years before
I came to work for you.

When I pulled him out of the car,

he admitted to hiring the shooter, too.

Why, 'cause you sent him away?

'Cause his wife Deb divorced him
when he was up north.

I remember her. Believe me...

guy's better off.

But you're okay?

Well, finding out
I outrank you and Vangelis

on the list of Manhattan's Most Hated?

It's quite an honor.

Wait, he was the target this whole time?

What are you...?

I was worried about Abetemarco.

- Come on, this guy...
- Yeah,

also, I cast aspersions on you
that weren't warranted,

so I apologize.

Let me take you both to dinner tonight.

Bamonte's got truffles in.

All you can eat. It's on me.

You just don't give up, do you?

Well, the good guys never do.

Ay.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

(HYPERVENTILATING)

(CLATTERING)

Little Trina, in the flesh.

I was starting to think
you weren't gonna show.

And miss my chance to do this?

Easy, little mama. Why you bugging?

'Cause you stabbed my friends.

It ain't nothing compared
to what you got coming.

You got to pull the
trigger to kill me, snitch.

Don't you even know
how to use that thing?

BAEZ: Police!

Don't move.

I think I like my chances.

I like our chances a lot better.

Drop the knife.

I said drop it now!

Just wanted to talk to her, man.

- You got him?
- Yep.

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

Put that down, kiddo.

Come on. Finger off the trigger.

Hey. Come on.

Come on.

I got you.

- (CRYING)
- I got you.

It's okay.

It's okay.

HENRY: I'm not
saying it's perfect,

because no human institution is.

God's crooked timber and all.

But which would you rather have
knocking on your door,

an imperfect cop or a perfect criminal?

That was great.

- And fair?
- Plenty.

Well, I have to admit,
I probably came into this

with a less than admirable agenda.

So I stayed up all night and recut it.

What changed your mind?

Someone gave me a note

about dealing with the police,

that you have to take a harder look

at the person behind the badge.

Shield. I told you,
it's called a shield.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Not that I gave her a note.

I'm just the on-air talent.

- Ah.
- Speaking of talented Reagans,

Jamie, I would love to get you on camera

talking about what it's like to be a cop

and the son of two police commissioners.

(SIGHS) And upstage this guy?

- Keep dreaming, kid.
- (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Well, if you change your mind,
you got my number.

JAMIE: Okay.

BAEZ: Trina, you'll be lodged
back into the juvenile facility

and see a judge in the morning.

So, no more help from you guys?

Wish we could look
the other way on this, but...

you're on your own, kid.

It ain't no thing.

Some good people I know
been showing me how it goes.

Good.

Bye, Trina.

Goodbye, Detective Baez.

You, too, dick... Tracy.

And I'm really sorry for all of it.

I'm sorry, too.

So, how long you think
until she calls you?

A week?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Sir?

Thank you, Baker.

(SIGHS)

You wanted to see me, Commissioner?

Yes, I do.

(SIGHS)

I want to introduce you to someone.

(SIGHS)

Officer Mike McPhadden,
Detective Joe Hill.

Joe is named after his father.

Joe Reagan.

(SIGHS)

I've seen pictures of your dad.

You look just like him.

How old were you?

Fourteen.

So, a few years younger.

But I never met him.

I was raised by my mom.

Same here.

And a whole bunch of kin
on the McPhadden side.

I didn't meet the rest of mine
until a few years ago.

It's been a trip.

Aren't all families?

Must have been really hard for you,

growing up with that inheritance.

Likewise for you, I bet.

The job lets me connect to my dad.

The job lets me pay back
something for what he did.

Unless I'm here
to turn in my shield, sir.

(SIGHS)

You will be disciplined.

But you certainly won't be terminated.

(EXHALES)

Thank you, Commissioner.

Second that.

Good.

Get back to work, both of you.

(SIGHS)