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(man groaning)

(groaning)
Room 1.

Banging into everything!
I'm in pain here!

Bang him again.

NINA:
Let's go.

Far as you go, folks.

Police business.

Ours comes first.

That guy kidnapped
a 16-year-old girl.

Don't doubt it,
but paramedics radioed

he has severe leg lacerations.

Self-inflicted. He got it trying

to escape over a spiked fence...

Sorry. Even bad guys
aren't allowed to bleed out.

I'll let you know
when you can question him.

(sighs)
Grab us a coffee?

Yeah, I'll meet you
in the waiting room.

(sighs)

Danny Reagan?

Desiree?

Diaz.
Yeah, Linda's friend.

Yeah, and she was way more
than a friend.

I mean, Linda took me
under her wing,

taught me everything I know.

Same.

God, I still miss her so much.

Same again.

But you're okay? And your boys?

Yeah, we're doing good.
Thank you.

Hey, Danny,
can I talk to you a second?

Yeah. What's up?

Yeah, just... over here?
Yeah. Sure.

What's going on?

I need your help.

Okay. With what?

(moans) There's something weird
going on.

Like, patients are dying.

Well, it's a hospital.
No, I mean,

there are people coming in
with fairly simple stuff.

Right? Like an asthma attack,

UTI,
but after they get admitted,

they end up dead.

Okay, what are you telling me?
I'm saying...

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Code Blue, ICU 212.

Code Blue, ICU 212.

Damn it.

I'm sorry. I-I have to go.

(door chimes)

Hey, Anthony.
Harry,

gonna need all your tricks.

I scuffed these up big-time.

Craig, how are you today?

Seen better days.

(groans softly)

Starting a little early, huh?

Might as well enjoy myself.

We're closing up shop for good.

What? Why?

Stoop out front is why.

Can't get a wheelchair up it.

So? Just go buy some plywood.

Also, the bathroom's too small,

and the back stairs
are too steep.

All according to
some ambulance chaser

who came, saying
he's gonna sue me for $50,000

if I don't renovate immediately.

How's that fair?

I mean, your shop's
a neighborhood institution.

You ever hear of the Americans
with Disabilities Act?

Of course, but it's not meant
to screw over small businesses.

Kind of like
Q-tips aren't for your ears.

Guess we won't be sponsoring

the Reade Street
Red-Leggers anymore.

Harry, you got to find a lawyer.

Uh, fight this thing.

And run up more bills,
along with rent already sky-high

and Craig saying
he wants to move on?

It's over, Anthony.

Come and get these
before we close up shop

for good on Monday, no charge.

Yeah.

Thanks, huh?

(phone ringing)

2-9 Precinct. Captain McNichols.
How may I help you?

JAMIE (over phone): Captain Jamie Reagan.
Do you by any chance know what time

I'm scheduled to make
my prisoner transport today?

Ah. Mr. Type A forgot something.

Let me guess. You were too busy
polishing your boots?

I know. My bad.

Okay, um, FIO transport
of Connor Pruitt departing

lockup for the D.A.'s office
at 11:00 a.m.

Okay, Reagan, for ten bucks,

I won't tell anybod...
(line clicks)

Can't take a joke?

(door opens)

Oh. Sorry I'm late.

(sighs)

Wow.

Line of duty,
or plate-glass window?

Neither. Got it boxing.

I think you're supposed to box
with your fists, not your face.

Ha! That's a funny one, Abigail.

Those speed bags
do pack a punch.

GORMLEY:
Wow. Good one.

I'm in training for
the smoker coming up.

You?
Yeah.

Fighting someone else?

Big crowds, bragging rights,
all the marbles.

Yeah, and, uh,
who's your opponent?

Sergeant out of 2-1,
Ray Russo. Loudmouth.

I'm gonna shut that mouth up.

And how old is Russo?

I don't know. 40 maybe.

Come on. Smokers are
a department-sanctioned,

time-honored tradition.

Yeah, for young cops
to prove their mettle.

What? You don't think
I can take this hump?

Uh, that's not the point.
The point is,

I'm not sure it's the right look

for a 60-something
representative

of this office, win or lose.

Oh. Ageism?
That's a thing, you know.

Yeah, but not my thing.

So you're just gonna
put your foot down?

I am simply...

expressing my opinion.

Great. Noted.

Moving on.

Servers here at One PP
went off-line last night

for a half hour.

IT is looking into the how

and the why.

I don't know about this,
Sergeant Reagan.

Yes, you do, Pruitt. Just relax.

And I'll get a reduced sentence
and witness protection?

It's not my place
to make promises.

The D.A. can relocate you,
but only the Feds do protection.

Then there's no way
I can do this.

These are bad people.

That's why you have
to give up their names.

You do that,
and they go to prison forever.

Okay?

JAMIE:
King, get us out of here!

(tires squealing)

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(tires squealing)

(grunts)

Oh!
King?

King, you all right?

(grunts)

Get down. Get down!

(grunts)

(Jamie grunting)

(grunts)

MAN: Forget him.
Let's get out of here!

(groans softly)

(tires squealing)

Pruitt? Pruitt?
Yeah.

They're-they're trying to
kill me. They're coming for me.

Not anymore.

Hey, King, you okay?
Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.
(sighs)

10-13. Shots fired.

Corner of 46 and Adams.
Two males

fled north on Adams
in a maroon van.

Central, I'll need a bus
to this location forthwith

for an injured officer.
(panting)

♪ ♪

Mom?

Mom!

Kidnapper behind bars,
girl's back with her folks.

I call it a win.
Big win.

- Now we should head over
to Saint Vic's. - Why?

To check out what that nurse
Desiree Diaz was talking about.

That girl you ran into
for all of, what, 30 seconds?

She said people were
being killed at the hospital.

Sounded credible.
We should check it out.

Is she credible?

Don't know.

I mean, she's been
to my house a few times

on the holidays with Linda.

They were close.

From what I remember,
she makes a great key lime pie.

So, you don't really know her?

No, but I don't think
she has any reason to lie.

Reagan, we have

a boatload of cases
waiting for us,

and Desiree didn't even
give you a name

of a patient to go on, so...

DESIREE: How about
Hernando or Maddy or Ruth?

I redacted their last names
and personal information,

and I made copies

of their chart.

All you have to see
is how they supposedly died.

Supposedly.

My partner,
Detective Maria Baez,

and next, she's
going to say to us

that, technically,
we cannot look at those.

Danny, I've been worried sick.

And then you show up
at Saint Vic's?

It's no coincidence.
Yeah... could've been a coincidence.

Please. Just do this?

But you didn't get those
from me.

Didn't get them at all.

Take a look?

Hey, Reagan.

It's good to see you back
on your feet so quickly.

Thanks, boss.
Even better that King's

gonna make a full recovery.

Yeah, you see what happens
when you forget your schedule?

What do you mean?

Earlier, when you called me
about the transport.

I, uh, I never called you.

What'd you, you get a concussion
or something?

Yeah, y-you called me.

Damn it,
I should've seen this coming.

Seen what coming?
My prisoner's been

laundering money for a group
that uses A.I.

to mimic voices
so they can scam people.

They faked your voice with me?

And they ambushed us
to get Pruitt.

Oh, God, I, uh...

I almost got you killed.

No, it's not your fault.
These guys are damn good.

Problem is,
now Pruitt's so clammed up

that he doesn't want to I.D.
who these guys are.

How is this guy
still in business?

Um, I'd love to answer once I
know what we're talking about.

Eh, some asshat attorney named
Wesley Timmons is filing suits

against small businesses
all around the city

using the Americans
with Disabilities Act.

Well, I think we might define
"asshat" differently.

No, you don't get it.
He's demanding a huge settlement

or he'll drown them
in procedural fees.

Well, I think I understand
the shape of things just fine.

Okay, so let's drop the hammer.

I can't, if he's applying
the law as written.

He's abusing the A.D.A.
to fill his own pockets, Erin.

Okay, so how did you come

to understand this
in the first place?

Okay, you know the kooky lady
at your gym?

The one who knows more
about your personal life

than the actual people
in your personal life?

Pilates Pam?
Yeah.

Well, the guy
getting screwed here, Harry,

he's my Pilates Pam.

You know, like someone
you don't really know,

but they stand out
with a smiling face

in this city full of strangers?

I also got the falafel guy
on Church Street.

Odds are Timmons comes
after them next.

I feel bad, I do,
but we both know that

minor crimes lose out
when we've got robberies

and-and murders
to take to trial.

So we're supposed to
just ignore this jerk?

Odds are we're gonna have to.

Yeah? How?

He's everywhere.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(door opens)

Sergeant Russo's here.

(sighs)

Okay, let's have him.

Commissioner.

Please have a seat.

So, about this fight
at the smoker.

He told you?

I'm the police commissioner.
I know everything.

Well, if that were true, sir,
how'd you ever hire him?

It's okay.
You can speak freely.

Look, I know he's
one of your people,

okay, but to guys like me,
guys in the street,

Sid Gormley is a kiss-up,
kick-down kind of cop.

(sighs)

I've never heard that.

It's been that way
since me and him

first rode together way back.

Showed up with an attitude,
and it's only gotten worse.

Throwing shade,
blocking transfers,

keeping me from
getting promoted.

(sighs)

So you're going to
settle this like men.

Being since the department's
never gonna step up,

might as well get
my own licks in.

On a guy with
two decades on you.

So you're running interference?

I look after
everyone's interest.

All due respect, sir,

you know, I hear that a lot.

That this job is all about
watching each other's backs.

The only reason
I'm still standing

after 20-plus years
is 'cause I watch my own.

Mystery deaths?

Yeah. And we figured who better
to clear this up with

than the hospital administrator?

It just sounds so dramatic.

It probably was for the patients
expecting a hospital stay,

not a trip to the morgue.

And you think
this is happening why?

We-we received a tip.
Patients?

Family member?
Employee?

That's confidential.
Good.

So you understand the concept,

which goes double for me,
you know, HIPPA and all.

Well, if you won't explain
why patients are dying,

maybe you can explain why
Saint Victor's performs

the fewest autopsies
per patient death in the city.

So now you're questioning
the judgment of

my Harvard-educated pathologist?

Only their disinterest
in this situation.

Unless, of course, it's you

who ordered them to not
perform the autopsies.

Our low rate of autopsies

has nothing to do
with disinterest,

and everything to do with
the fact that

this hospital is overcrowded

at the same time it's
understaffed and underfunded.

Which means I have
much more important things

to attend to.

Any more questions
can be directed to

our in-house counsel,

whose office is
right down there on your right.

Guess that's the end
of the road?

No. Let's get a second opinion.

Wesley Timmons.

Hi. Have we met?

No, you'd remember.

I'm Detective
Anthony Abetemarco.

How can I help you?
Tell me about

Harry & Son's repair shop.

What's to tell?

Mr. Makris would rather
close his business

than comply with the law.

I'd say it's you
screwing the vulnerable.

By helping disabled people?

By getting rich off the backs
of honest business owners.

Your viewpoint, not mine.

Any decent person's viewpoint.

Decency is defined by a jury,
where I'm concerned.

It's that easy, huh?

Pawn the morality off
on other people

so you keep your pockets full?

You're a son of a bitch, Wesley.

Do I need to remind you
of the consequences

for assault in New York State...

Detective?

Have a good night.

Okay, off with the laptop,
on with the TV.

The Rangers are tied
in the third.

(sighs) I don't need
to be distracted. I'm fine.

Physically, yes.

It's just I'm so far
behind the eight ball

with these guys that
Pruitt was gonna spill on.

The A.I. scammers?

Yeah. They pose as people's
grandkids, they dupe 'em

into getting their bank info,

and then clean out
their accounts.

It's the 14th case and counting.

That's horrible.

Any leads from today?

Well, the van was
reported stolen,

the guns were defaced
and untraceable.

So with Pruitt
too scared to testify,

my case is dead in the water.

Hey, hey.

I have full faith in you.

And I used to.

But with A.I., deepfakes,
and whatever's coming next,

it's like we're going
at these guys

with rocks and spears.

(phone rings)

That's weird.

She never calls after hours.

Pick it up on speaker.

Captain, what's up?

Janko, sorry to call so late.

I'm still at the precinct
updating personnel forms

and need your mother's
maiden name.

No problem. It's Hickey.

MALE VOICE:
Lying to your supervisor.

We both know Lena Janko's
maiden name is Hobbs.

Who is this?

And Hobbs is also the answer

to your security question that
resets your email password.

Not very smart, Officer.

Hey, I stopped you guys
this morning,

and I will find you.
You hear me?

Tread lightly.

Both of you.

We know where you live.
(line clicks)

Why do I get the feeling
I'm not even supposed to be

looking at any of this?

You're not looking at anything.

In fact, we're not even here.

So could you tell us
what you don't see?

Pulmonary embolism.

Fatal hypoglycemic seizure.

Idiopathic cerebral embolism.

All very suspicious.

I didn't say that.

You didn't not say it.

This is just the tip
of the iceberg.

Unless it's not.

So, what do you say, Doc,
yay or nay?

Officially, these are
routine deaths

with no overt signs of foul play

or medical malpractice.

Unofficially?
Unofficially,

administering
an insulin overdose,

or injecting an air bubble
to induce an embolism

is the perfect way
to mask a murder.

Hmm.

But who would have that skill?

Doctor, nurse, P.A., C.N.A.

So you agree, we have
an angel of death

on our hands.

Not without performing
autopsies.

And I don't see enough here

to get a warrant
for exhumations.

Okay. Thank you.
Dead end.

Unless we find another way.

I don't want to
go back to the hospital

and risk putting Desiree
in danger, it's not worth it.

You know, I could go see Scott.

Who's Scott?

An ophthalmic surgeon
at Saint Vic's

that I saw for a consult
a few years ago.

He talked me out of
getting LASIK,

but into a weekend with him
in Montauk.

Mm. Silver-tongued devil.

Who may be able to
sweet-talk someone there

into coughing up
a staff schedule

showing who was on duty
when your deaths occurred.

Well, in that case, we will not

leave this with you.

You're the best.

I am, huh?

(elevator bell dings)

Anthony.

Can I at least get to my office

before you jump down my throat?

I told you not to pursue
Wesley Timmons.

Aw, geez.
What, that mope called you

'cause I said some
mean words to him?

Yeah, right after he
got out of surgery

because he was beaten within
an inch of his life.

What?
And now there's an investigator

coming down from
the A.G.'s office

to interview you.

Me? What for?

They have you on camera
threatening Timmons

a few hours before
he was rushed to the ER.

Erin, I didn't touch the guy.
You know me.

Anthony, I advise you
to have counsel with you.

Except I don't need one,
'cause I didn't do nothin'.

(sighs)

Make this make sense, Pruitt.

I don't have
anything else to say.

They got my name,
my voice, my phone number,

my wife's phone number.

And none of that's online.

Somehow your guys were able
to get all of it.

What don't you understand?

These guys are pros.

All the more reason for you
to give up their names.

After yesterday?

My arm's broken in three places.

Then you're gonna be in prison
until 2045.

Better that than dead.

And the 20,

50 more innocent families?

They're gonna lose everything.
You're okay with that?

Sergeant Reagan,
you gave me your word,

and then you screwed up.

That was the end of this.
I'm sorry.

Whoever this Scott guy is,
Megan's friend, he delivered.

Still, though, how nuts
does someone have to be

to kill people
laid up in the hospital?

I don't know.

And why target people
overweight,

over 60 and diabetic?

Which Saint Vic's is full of.

Throw in hectic wards
and a little oversight...

And you got yourself
a happy hunting ground. Uh-oh.

Uh-oh what?

See if you have a male nurse
listed there:

Arnold Vale.

Oh, Vale, Vale, yeah.

Vale. Worked nights
the same ward as our victims.

And arrived three days
before our first victim died.

Well, that doesn't do him
any favors.

Neither does his work history,
which has him bouncing around

from hospitals to nursing homes

in Connecticut and Maryland,

yet has not
a single reference listed.

You think he killed as he went?

I don't know,
but we better find out

before he moves on again.

HENRY:
I don't know.

Sounds like it might be
one hell of a fight.

Well, if it were
a couple of rookies

blowing off steam,
I'd be all for it.

You do know it's
things like this,

are why a lot of guys
come on the job

and stay on the job, right?

Things like beating each other up?
Yeah.

The tribal customs, the lore.

The pride of being
a part of all this.

The ball-busting,
the one-upping?

Old men acting
like they're young again.

That, too.

So back off.

(sighs)

Pop!

Sid could drop dead.

He will drop dead.

We all will.

You're just being difficult.

Me?
Yeah.

Okay, what if there's
a snowstorm?

Are you somehow gonna
arrange for Sid

not to shovel his own walk
and give himself a heart attack?

Remember your Aunt Corrine?

Found a cloud on any sunny day.

Yeah, well, you sound
just like her.

Pop, I'm trying
to help a friend.

The way you were helping me
when you took my car keys away?

That was ten years ago,

and you know
it was the right thing to do.

Yeah, well, the world has
finally caught up to you.

Meaning?

Meaning everyone's
sticking their nose

into everyone's business
these days.

Eat this, don't eat that.

Think this, don't think that.

This scotch we're drinking,

is it good?

It's great.

Today's New York Times says

it may lead you
to an early grave.

So if I keep my mouth shut...

Then you won't be the guy

no one asked in the first place.

Mm?

(sighs)

This is you in Timmons' face.

And here's you

kicking his ass.

You're joking, right?

I assure you I'm not.

I haven't been that thin
since the seventh grade.

So you paid someone to beat him
up or you cashed in a favor.

Or maybe I gave him a hot shot

of uranium 235
with a poisoned umbrella.

That supposed to be funny?

Hilarious.

Just like the idea
that I went after the guy.

Let's go back to this argument
between you and Mr. Timmons...

Let's not, 'cause you're
treating me like any other perp.

I don't need to be reminded
of your rank

and reputation, Detective.

When you're accusing me
of something crazy like this,

context matters.

My context is footage of you

in the man's face
on the same night.

Wesley Timmons terrorizes
a dozen people,

and you're going
after one of your own?

The whole world is
in the crapper.

What's next, pizza
gets outlawed?

This isn't about the world.

This is about
one single brutal assault.

Get this straight.

That's the last time
I saw that jerk.

And that's the guy you need
to find, and when you do,

I want to shake his hand.

Something to add, Abetemarco?

Not a thing.

So A.I. scans the Internet,
uh, like a trillion times over,

and then creates an algorithm

to replicate and synthesize
all the information it finds.

How about you explain it
in English?

Uh, English, uh...

anything you can do,
A.I. can do better.

(scoffs) Can't make dumplings
like these though.

That's right.
Not yet.

Well, I prefer

to rely on good old
regular intelligence.

Increasingly in short supply.

Precisely.

And I would prefer
if we change the topic.

To what?

To something I could...

halfway understand.

Why don't you pick one, Gramps?

How about that venerable old

NYPD tradition, the smoker?

(all murmuring)

Okay.

HENRY:
Francis, you can start.

Why me?

Why not you?

Yeah, why not, Dad?

Yeah, come on, Grandpa.
Yeah, yeah.

Okay, okay.

Uh, my rookie year,

Sergeant Gio Danza
beat the crap out of me.

But Francis gave
as good as he got.

And it ended in a split.

Oh, now you're proud.
You yelled at me at the time.

Yeah, well, I had 50 bucks
on the other guy.

(laughter)

I seem to remember
Danny had a fight

with, uh, Gordy McElroy
one time.

Yeah, "fight" is
a very generous term.

Uh, I believe you're familiar
with the expression,

"you should see the other guy"?

Yeah, unfortunately,
I was the other guy.

No way.
Yeah.

And he walked around
with oversized shades

for about two weeks.

Well, at least I looked cool.

Well, to be fair, McElroy played
semipro hockey, so...

That's right.
It wasn't even a fair fight.

Yeah.

What about Uncle Joe?

Uh, fought two, won two.

First one was
against a mean old lifer

named Joe Reynolds.
First round knockout.

And guess
who the second one was.

It was me, okay? It was,

it was a charity fight,

and I didn't want to hurt
my own brother, so...

Oh, yeah, that was it.

You could've at least
landed one punch, though.

I wish I hit him one time now!

(laughter)
Okay?

Well...

I think I should point out
that there is

one other undefeated champion

at the table.

Yeah, let me guess, Pops.

No, I never fought one.

Finally a Reagan with sense.

Really, Pop?

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Stop him before he reminds us

of his nudist beach days.

Wait, so who's
the champ among us?

What?

First round knockout 2014.

DANNY: Wow.
Yeah, I had a smooth right hook.

Holy crap.
Mm-hmm.

Thank God
I didn't fight you, too.

I'd like to see that.
DANNY: No, you wouldn't.

How do I not know about this?

Honey, I can't tell you
all my secrets.

So here's to the champ.

Iron Jaw Janko.

(all cheering, clamoring)

(shouting)
(laughing)

May we all stay
off her bad side.

I told you, it's not me.

This angel of death.
Mm-hmm.

Says the guy who
flew out the window

the moment my partner
knocked on the door.

I didn't know you were cops.

She announced herself
loud and clear.

I mean, real cops.

Last month,
two guys beat down my door

saying the same thing before
they kicked the crap out of me.

And why'd they do that?

I got a gambling problem.

Along with your other problem

of killing innocent patients
in the hospital?

I didn't kill anyone.

You know how this is gonna
sound to a jury, right?

Male nurse,

unmarried, unpopular
with the women,

nothing going on in his life.

It doesn't make me a monster.

He moves from state to state,
job to job

looking for new victims
to make himself feel powerful.

And important.

Why don't you just admit it?

Dead end.

He swapped out on most of the
shifts our patients died on.

Maybe he doctored the records.

And no suspicious deaths on
any of his former jobs, either.

He was fired for missing shifts

to go gambling.

And neighbors confirmed
a couple of knee-breakers

busted in on him last month.

Okay.

So...

we good? I can go now?

Wait a minute.

You said you got into nursing
to help people, right?

(exhales)
Yeah, of course.

Okay.

Maybe you can help
those people by helping us.

Captain, Captain,
just hear me out.

I don't work in intel, Reagan.

Okay, which is
why you're perfect for this.

Connor Pruitt has met
everyone up in FIO.

But he doesn't know you.

(stammers)
I'm listening.

Okay.

He's actually also never met

any of his
co-conspirators face-to-face.

He's their moneyman, but he's

only dealt with them
over the phone.

Oh, COVID even had the bad guys
working from home, huh?

Yeah, something like that,
but he's got names,

he's got their addresses,
everything on an encrypted file.

(exhales) But if he thought someone else
was gonna give up that info...

He might think
that his leverage had vanished.

And he'd be thrown
to the wolves.

Oh, Reagan.

I have already screwed up
your case enough.

What, that's why
you're hesitating?

It's embarrassing.

Come on,
I screw up all the time.

Just ask Eddie,
she keeps a list.

(laughs)

O-Okay.

What do you need me to do?

Come on, Sid, pop that jab!

There you go.

There you go.

Nice.

Give me a minute, Terry.

(sighs)

How old were you here?

Oh, 23.

Must've been a hell of a night.

Yeah.

But I'm no longer
a spring chicken, ain't I?

Check your driver's license.

Mine's even worse.

Boss, I still want to do this.

(sighs)
Full disclosure.

I talked to the department
surgeon this morning.

So you could find
a medical reason to DQ me?

Well, it turns out,
you're kind of okay.

Really?

Yeah, but Russo is
a different story.

He had a minor heart attack
last year.

Surprised he had one to attack.

Oh, cut it out. Look it.

My point is,
I think the real reason

he's doing this is to prove
to himself he's really okay.

The only thing
that kept Russo down

was the huge chip
on his shoulder.

But he blames me
to anyone who will listen.

Yeah, well, your reputation's
safe with anyone who matters.

But it still don't
sit right with me.

And beating the snot
out of him does?

Look, from these pictures
and what I saw in the ring,

this could be a bloodbath.

Well, as long as it's his.

Sid, I don't want
to nag you on this...

Good, you can save your breath,
'cause I ain't quitting.

I'm not quitting.

Terry, come on.

Mr. Abetemarco?

You don't want to be here
for this, Craig.

Official police business.

I already know my dad
beat the hell

out of that Timmons guy.

You do?

He came to me last night
in tears

that he lost control so bad.

Good to know he's remorseful.

Sorry you had to see
your old man that way.

We're gonna bounce back.
Both of us.

No doubt.

I figured someone would find out
and come arrest him.

I'll lock up afterwards.

If he comes quietly,
I'll pull the car around back.

No one will be any the wiser.

Come on.

(door chimes)

Harry?

Got to talk to you.

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

Hello, Nurse.

Detective.
What are you doing here?

I'm stopping you.

What? No, I-I'm doing my job.

The job that you do

where you come in on nights
that you're not even scheduled?

What are you talking about?

Your coworker told me
everything.

You don't see what I see.

The way people abuse themselves
with food or booze or drugs

or are too old,

and just taking up space.

Right, so you do them
a favor by killing them?

This hospital should spend

what little money they have
on genuinely sick people.

Wouldn't it have been better

to ignore that kidnapper
you brought in,

and help an innocent
young child who needs it?

Whatever you're planning
on doing with that syringe,

I promise you,
this bullet's gonna be quicker.

Drop it.

(syringe clatters on floor)

I am doing the right thing!
(handcuffs clicking)

I am making the world
a better place.

No.

That's exactly what
I'm doing right now.

ABETEMARCO:
Hey.

You know,
I knew Harry Makris, too.

First day of court,
way back when.

I was so nervous, I tripped
going up the courthouse steps

and broke my lucky heels.

So I ran over to Harry's
in my stocking feet and he...

he fixed those heels for me
right there and then.

Probably saved my career
before it even got started.

Man did great work.

I'm sorry he's gone, Anthony.

Now I'm hearing that Timmons
is suing his estate

for the last few pennies he had.

Unless we stop him.

You said our hands were tied.

They were until I dug
a little deeper

on how he actually operates.

Oh, yeah?

Take a look at this.

Wow.

Mm-hmm.

I didn't know you guys
were still here.

Just finishing up.

Got everything you need?

And then some.

She can go back to her cell.

Have a seat.

I should've introduced
you to her.

I've met enough suits.

Uh, no, the prisoner.

She worked for the same guys
that hired you.

You're lying.

Like hell.

And it looks like she just
gave us the names

that we were asking you for.

Wait, you got someone else
to flip?

Yeah, lucky break.

But I was gonna flip.

Till you weren't.

I just got some final
paperwork for you

to sign here
and it's off to prison.

Where everyone will think I gave
the names and I'm a dead man.

You made your bed, Pruitt.

No. I'll give you the info.

You go call the D.A.
before they do

and get me
my witness protection back.

Honestly, all this
back-and-forth with you

has me exhausted.

I'm done.

Uh...

There's a safety-deposit box
under my name

at Regal National Bank
in Cobble Hill.

Inside is an encrypted
hard drive,

and here's the password.

I guarantee it's got stuff
ten times more valuable

than that lady
was gonna give you.

Go call the D.A.
Get me my deal back.

JAMIE:
Captain McNichols,

would you mind
having someone verify

the authenticity of this
information, please?

Mm-hmm. You got it, Reagan.

Captain?
You said she's a bad guy.

Yeah, look who doesn't need A.I.
to dupe someone.

Guess you still can do it
the old-fashioned way.

(door closes)

(monitor beeping steadily)

Detective Abetemarco.

What a surprise.

Wow. Looks like somebody
gave you a righteous beatdown.

Somebody, huh?

ERIN:
It wasn't him, Mr. Timmons.

And you should be more
concerned with these people.

(grunts)

TIMMONS:
Uh...

I don't recognize
any of these people.

ABETEMARCO:
No?

Because you listed them
as disabled plaintiffs,

denied access to
stores, libraries

and parks all around the city.

Some in multiple lawsuits,

even though none of them
are disabled.

Some have signed affidavits

saying they've
never even met you.

Twisting people's concerns
for the handicapped

to your own end?

You make me sick.

And you'll soon be a defendant,

since they'll be filing
charges against you

for identity theft,
obstruction of justice,

and mail fraud,
so your next guests

will most likely be the FBI.

And I'll beat
every one of those...

ludicrous charges by myself.

Good luck with that.

(grunts softly)

Anybody who's
their own lawyer...

...has a fool for a client.

You be well.

Skip the formalities, boys,
just sit down.

(sighs)

So, I'm afraid there can't be

a Gormley/Russo bout
at the smoker.

Seriously?

It was decided
by the Corporation Counsel

for reasons of insurance
and liability.

Why am I not surprised?

Baker?

So, out of, uh, respect

for both of you
and the beef you've got,

the fight will occur
at a private gym

rented for the occasion.

Now we're talking.

Yeah, good by me, too.

And since I will be acting
as your referee,

you need to know that my rules
differ a little bit

than those at the smoker.

One round, no time limit,

no towels thrown,
no saved by the bell,

last man standing
takes the title.

Please read and sign
where indicated,

both pages.
What's this?

Just a couple of release forms.

Release from what?
BAKER: Since the bout

can't be sanctioned by the NYPD,
your health plan can't cover

any medical expenses
that might result.

Fine by me.
Me, too.

That's great to hear.
BAKER: In the interest

of full disclosure, I attached
a schedule of standard

out-of-pocket costs
for various procedures.

Third page.

I'll take a couple of
aspirins. (chuckles)

ACE bandages, too.

What? For a busted wrist?

That's, like,
heart transplant money.

Hey, come on.
Don't overthink this, guys.

You're as tough as they come.

Yeah.

Yeah, let's do this.

Good.

Oh, there is one other thing.

Both fighters,
regardless of their condition,

will show up for their tour
the next day.

So...

...let's get ready to rumble.

These prices, I, uh...

If my wife gets wind of this,

I think I'd rather fight
Godzilla.

(pen clatters on desk)

I pulled a thing
sparring the other day.

They blame it on this bout...

...I'm flat broke.

Well, the only other option

is to admit that there was
a time in your lives

where you could strut
like roosters, drink like fish

and settle beefs with fists.

But that time ain't anymore.

Yeah, for you.

Yeah. For me.

(exhales)

Call it a draw?

(sighs)

Good.

Now let's all get back to work.

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