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What do we got?

Vic was getting into his car
when he approached.

Perp shot him in the chest.

Guy took off
in his Bentley.

Oh, perp's got expensive taste.

He's definitely not the type
to stop for a proper chin-wag.

Can we help you?

Christopher Granger.
I'm an investigator

with the NCA.

So what are you
doing in New York?

Pursuing a fugitive
named Archie Hughes.

And you think
this Hughes guy

got something to do with
our vic getting dead?

We gave you a perfectly
lovely language.

Shame you don't use it.

Hughes is indeed
the reason

your victim "got dead."

And you know this how?

Hughes fled to New York
after murdering

a London police officer.

He only drives Bentleys.

Doesn't prove anything.

But this does.

I recovered this from a security
camera across the street.

And you obtained that how?

I asked politely.

Apparently, that's
a novel approach here.

Mm-hmm. Okay,
well, this is now

an NYPD homicide
investigation,

so if we collar Hughes,
we'll let you know.

Hughes isn't the sort
of common street thug

you people generally pursue.

When I find him, I'll give you
a bell on the blower.

What the hell is
a bell on a blower?

What's a chin-wag?

Come on.
Come on, give him
a strike. Let's go.

Yeah!
Oh!

Come on, now, come on.

Porter plus 260
to strike out Shaw.

Uh, excuse me.
Sergeant Reagan, NYPD.

We're a licensed ticket broker.

Okay, um, I'm following up
on a complaint

that was filed by Roger Fenton,
Thomas Reims and Martin Dicker.

Oh, cool, yeah. We'll be
with you in a minute.

Ah, there goes
the parlay.

All right, uh, uh,
double down on Porter.

Thanks for stopping by,
Sergeant.

You guys allege
that false wagers were placed

on your online
gambling accounts?

Yeah.
Yeah.

BooyahSport.com-- they've been

robbing us for months.

Phone's ringing.
They'll call back.

You guys own this business?

We run it for my dad.

Oh, that's, uh,
Nick of Nick's Tix?

My dad's name is Irving.
He wanted it to rhyme.

Strike one.

So these wagers...

We keep careful records
of all our bets, Sarge,

win or lose.
Yeah, and Booyah Sport,

they've been trying to stick us

for over three grand.

Okay, I'm gonna need you
to send me everything

you have on the wagers
in question.
Strike two.

No problem, Sergeant.
Whatever you need.

Big curveball coming.

We totally appreciate it.
We take this very seriously.

Oh, down on strikes!
Yeah!

Winner, winner,
chicken dinner.

I'm just gonna see myself out.

Hey. Heard you were
on homicide call.

Yeah, lucky me.
What happened?

Officer Michael Tate
attempted to collar Luis Perez.

The recently deceased.

Perez was robbing
an elderly victim.

Tate intervened,
Perez tackled him,

pulled out a knife,
fled across the street.

And apparently forgot
to look both ways.

Actually, uh, Officer Tate
shot Perez with his Taser

as he fled.
In the back?

Didn't have much of a choice.

But that's when he collapsed

and then was hit by the vehicle?

According to Tate's statement,
yeah. Why?

Anthony, Officer Tate shot
a fleeing suspect in the back.

He tasered a dangerous perp
who was armed with a knife.

Where's the knife?

We haven't recovered it yet.

I want to see Officer Tate
and his lawyer downtown ASAP.

The Chamber of Commerce
requests your presence

at their annual spring dinner.

I went last year.

It's the fire
commissioner's turn.

Let her suffer through it.

She begged out.

Oh, I'll bet.

Hard pass.

We done?

What?

"Last night, retired
Lieutenant Lawrence Cooper

"was collared
for pulling his gun

"on an unarmed male
during an argument

outside a bar."

Did he fire his weapon?

Was he arrested?

Yes. And no.

Saved the best for last,
did you?

Cooper was collared
at the scene

and then transported
to the 117 precinct,

when things got a little hinky.

Define "hinky."

Someone reached out
to the desk sergeant,

who in turn ordered
the arresting officer

to prepare a voided arrest.

And cut Cooper loose.

In other words,
someone made a phone call.

And that someone is...?

Unknown at this time.

No one's talking.

Then let's make a phone call
of our own.

To the desk sergeant?

No, to Lieutenant Cooper.

I'd like to know who he knows.

All precincts have eyes out
for the stolen Bentley.

How about the crazy Brit
driving it?

I'm gonna head over
to the lab,

see if they started
processing

the crime scene evidence.
All right.

Keep me posted?
Yeah.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I've been graciously offered
the full cooperation

of the NYPD.

So we're a bunch
of rank amateurs,

but you drink our coffee?

Strictly tea,
if you can call it that.

Any leads on Hughes?

Hughes's gang buys guns
from a network

operating in Manhattan...

Which they smuggle on
container ships

to the UK.
Correct.

The network is led
by an expat Irish lout

named Kieran Ainsley.

So you think Hughes
is gonna try to connect

with Ainsley's crew.
I do.

And when I locate Ainsley,
I should locate Hughes.

Great. Well, thank you
for the tip.

I'm gonna go locate both,

and you can sit here
and enjoy your tea.

Just a moment, Detective.

Either I accompany you
or I tell your boss

that you refused to cooperate
in the apprehension

of an international fugitive.

Okay, Sherlock.

Where are we
on the investigation

into the death
of Luis Perez?

I'm fine. Thank you
so much for asking.

This thing's taking on
a life of its own.

My phone's been ringing
all morning.

Investigation is ongoing.

A cop tasing a suspect
in the back, causing his death?

Not a good look.

Officer Tate
says Perez had a knife.

Allegedly.

No weapon was found
on the initial canvass, no.

This cop...

Officer Michael Tate.

Any history of excessive force?

Uh, yes, he was accused
of excessive force

three years ago,
but that suit was dropped.

Got a call from
the mayor's office.

They'd like to see
Tate indicted.

Well, that is up
to the grand jury.

Which is why I want you
to present the case

to them personally.

Any one of my ADAs
can handle this.

Some grand juries give cops
the benefit of the doubt.

Which is often warranted.

From my understanding
of the facts,

Tate should be indicted
for manslaughter.

The facts have yet
to be established.

So establish them.

And secure an indictment.

Are you familiar
with Booyah Sports?

Solid company.
Sound security protocols.

But they could still be
ripping people off?

Sure, but I wouldn't
bet on it.

So you think
these guys are lying?

When it's time to pay up,

gamblers tend to suffer
selective amnesia.
Yeah.

But how about when they win?

Rule number one:
gamblers lose.

The house uses
sophisticated algorithms.

Gamblers use their gut.
It's not a fair fight.

I'll review the accounts
of these three yahoos,

but finding any criminality
on the part of Booyah?

Serious long shot.

Thanks.

Thank you for coming in,
Officer Tate.

Why wouldn't I?
I did nothing wrong.

We're here
to clear up this matter.

Can you describe the incident
with Mr. Perez?

I spotted him robbing
an elderly woman.

Uh, when I attempted
to place him under arrest,

Perez tackled me
to the ground.

And he had a knife?
Yeah.

H-He didn't pull it until
after he started to flee.

So I pulled my Taser, I fired.

He went down, and subsequently
he was struck by a vehicle.

Mr. Perez's death
was a tragedy,

but Officer Tate
followed procedure.

The robbery victim
did not see a knife

in Mr. Perez's possession.

He didn't pull the knife
until after I was on the ground.

Seems strange he didn't use it

in the commission
of the robbery.

The victim was elderly.

Perez probably thought
he didn't need it.

Makes sense.

The problem is, no knife

has been recovered
from the scene.

Bystanders frequently
pick up weapons at crime scenes

before a perimeter
is established.

There's no evidence
that occurred.

Are you saying
that I'm lying about

this jerk having a knife?

No, no, no one's saying that.

But without the knife,

this looks like a police officer

causing the death
of an unarmed fleeing suspect.

Officer Tate
put his life on the line

to stop a dangerous felon.

I did my job. I shouldn't be
punished for that.

Intel says this is where Ainsley
and his crew hang out.

An Irish pub.

How perfectly appropriate.

You got a problem
with the Irish?

I noticed your family left.

Yeah, they left decades ago
because they liked food.

They were hungry.

Ainsley and his crew,

bound to be heavily armed.

I thought you guys
didn't carry.

For nutters like Hughes,
we make an exception.

Good call.

Police!

Son of a bitch.

This is Ainsley.

At least it was.

Well, he's not in the
gun-running business anymore.

I have Lieutenant Cooper.

Let's have him.

Larry.

Good to see you.

Same, Commissioner.

Uh, sorry about
the circumstances, though.

Same. Have a seat.

Been a few years.

Yeah, uh, three and change.

You know,

your retirement racket
was one for the ages.

So they told me.

Heard you had
a little trouble last night.

Yeah, uh...

some drunk got
too loud at the bar.

I asked him to quiet down.

He kept running his mouth.

And at my wife Katie.

Did he ask you to go outside?

Yeah, and I should've let it go.

But you didn't.

Once we were outside,

I told him I was a retired cop.

I wasn't looking
for any trouble.

But he made another crack
about my wife.

And you lost your temper.

I pulled my weapon,
but I didn't aim it at him.

I just kept it down at my side
where he could see it.

And I told him to repeat
what he just said.

It would be my guess
that he did not.

No, sir.

He took off.

Next thing I know,
I get collared.

They took my gun,
my carry permit.

For what, two minutes?

I guess the arresting officer
had a change of heart, sir.

The arrest report indicated

that you made a phone call.

To whom?

I'd rather not say.

Larry...

if someone pulled
a string for you,

I need to know who.

Excuse me, sir,

but the mayor's office
just called.

He needs to see you ASAP.

And there it is.

If this is how Hughes
treats his friends,

remind me not to get
on his bad side.

Archie took over his gang
in London

by decapitating his predecessor.

I rest my case.

My people report
that Hughes's gang

is expecting a shipment
of guns from New York

in the next 72 hours.

And he's already replaced
Ainsley's crew.

You think Hughes intends
to receive the guns himself?

Ship them to the UK.

Get rid of Ainsley's cut.

Make more profit
for himself.

Archie's off his trolley,
but he's not stupid.

Your guys got any intel
on the shipment?

No, not yet.

Okay, I got a CI
who might be able to help.

We can snatch the shooters
and get Hughes

banged up in the nick.

Tickety-boo.

Too bad you don't come
with subtitles.

Oh, fine.

So, uh-uh, grab the guns

and collar "Yooz."

Hughes.
"Yooz."

Hughes.

Hughes.

Yeah.

Hughes. Better?
Yeah.

Good.
All right.

And were you aware Cooper

was in my office
when you called?

Yes.

And I feel like I'm getting
the third degree.

Well, you kinda are.

Did you intervene on his behalf
when he was arrested?

I made a phone call, yes.

Well, that's a major problem.

Just let me explain.

What, how he was head
of your security detail

for two years?

Yes, he was. And yes...

I want to help him.

Well, at least
you don't deny it.

He protected me
during some very dicey times.

I'm aware.

When a lunatic with a gun

approached my motorcade
last year,

it was Cooper who disarmed him.

Which was his job.

And I'm sitting here now
because he did it damn well.

Look, I appreciate it

that you felt
a debt of gratitude,

but squashing a lawful arrest

crosses a line.

Cooper's a good man.

A good man who drew his weapon
in public for no good reason.

There were
extenuating circumstances.

Well, I'm all ears, Peter.

He mention he was
with his wife last night?

He did.

Katie's got pancreatic cancer.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Cooper's torn up about it, obviously.

So...

when this guy mouthed off
to her, he snapped.

Exactly.

Not an excuse, mind you.

But an explanation.

Why didn't you call me?

We both know
what you would have said.

Look, I...

I was protecting my people.

Like you do yours.

That Holy Trinity at One PP?

You'd take a bullet
for any one of them.

Mr. Mayor...

loyalty is one thing.

But proximity to power

shouldn't be
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Cooper was one of mine...

and one of yours.

And it was
a minor incident, Frank.

Involving an ex-cop
and a loaded firearm.

Not exactly minor.

He was an exemplary
public servant.

And...

he's a friend...

of both of ours.

I'm asking you
to look the other way

as a favor to him...

from both of us.

I used to sell
real estate. Ugh.

Major upgrade.
This market only goes up.

So the company's
doing well?

Are you kidding?

Gaming's a freaking
license to print money.

Nice office.

I just put a down payment
on this bad boy.

Guess it's true,
the house always wins.

Vegas started with one casino,
you know?

So, how can I help?

The clients
that I told you about...

Ah, the minnows.

I'm sorry?

Opposite of whales. Small fish.

Fenton, Reims and Dicker?

Minnows.

They allege that your company

ripped them off
for over three grand.

Are you serious?

Our nightly bar tab
is three grand.

So you deny that their wagers
were phony?

We don't need
to steal money from clients.

They throw it at us, 24-7.

But if were gonna
rip someone off,

it wouldn't be these three.

Minnows?

Look, our lawyers authenticated
every disputed wager.

Those guys are welcome to sue.

But trust me,
it would be a sucker's bet.

Hey! Hey!

Don't make me
chase you, Bobo.

Don't make me
chase you.
Hey, Detective.

Sorry I didn't
recognize you, man.
I'm sure you didn't.

This is Granger.

He's an investigator
with the NCA.

Charmed, Mr. Bobo.

You ain't from around here.

How terribly astute.

We need some information
from you.

Come on, man, last time I
helped you, I nearly got killed.

Have you heard
of Archie Hughes?

Yeah.

Word is he just capped
Ainsley's entire crew.

Well, we heard Hughes

has a large shipment
of guns coming in.

We need to know where
and we need to know when.

No way. Dude's crazy.

I ain't getting capped for this.

The only reason you're
on the street right now

defacing this wall
is because I put

in a good word
with the D.A.
Yeah,

and I appreciate it,
but I can't help you, all right?

You're gonna help us.

Well, there's no need
for violence.

Yeah, listen
to Inspector Gadget, huh?

Shut up. You want
to get Hughes?

This is how we do it
in New York.

You're on your own, Bobo.

Am I gonna find something
that violates your parole

right now, Bobo?
All right, all right.

Now that I think
about it,

I may know where
this deal's going down.

Great.

Thanks for coming.

Well, you wouldn't
take no for an answer.

Been canvassing this scene
for the past two hours.

Look, I know
Tate's a good cop

and you want
to help him, but...

Must've went over the place
at least ten times.

Came up with nothing.

You can't blame yourself,
Anthony.

Till I spotted this.

Right under this tree.

I mean, that's a good 40 feet
from where Perez was killed.

Impact of the crash must've
sent it flying over here,

which explains why CSU
couldn't find it.

Okay, well, go ahead.

Say it.

I'm above that.

No, you're not.

You're right.

I told you so.

Feels like the hot seat.

It is the hot seat.

Look, we've been discussing
the incident at Donahue's

and felt it was best
that we heard directly from you.

Yeah, fire away.

Interesting choice of words.
Hmm.

Look, uh, you haven't
been currently charged,

but if you feel you
need an attorney...

Nah, I'm...

I'm in enough trouble already.

Well...

fair warning, we do not

pull our punches in here.

Well, 33 years on the job,

I've taken just about every kind
of punch there is, sir.

Okay, floor is open.

What the hell were you thinking,

brandishing a loaded gun
on a public street?

I lost my cool, okay?

And then some.
Were you drinking?

My wife just started
a new round of chemo,

so we're both on the wagon.

Did, uh, Katie push you
to confront the guy?

More like she pushed me
just to let it go.

Guy said you aimed the gun
at his head.

Load of crap. Never happened.

Still, I think it's fair
to say you overreacted.

He called my wife
"a stupid little bitch."

Definitely not okay.

But to threaten deadly force
is completely unacceptable.

The, uh, guy
you argued with said

that he was in fear of his life.

Well, in my experience,
most cowards are.

All due respect,

you pulled a gun
on an unarmed man.

Who's the coward?

This mutt walked out of that bar
the same way he walked in.

Which does not excuse
your actions.

No, sir.

Well, for the record,

prick calls Sheila that?
He spits teeth.

But not bullets.

I get it, okay?
I-I-I get it.

The arresting officer
could make a stink

about being forced
to drop the collar.

I talked to the guy.
He's willing to let it go.

Well...

We stick with the facts.

If Larry Cooper were not

a respected former
NYPD officer...

Well, given the provocation--
and his cooperation--

a regular joe could've
walked with a warning.

Your carry permit up to date?

Yes, sir.

If you ask me, it's a jump ball.

Maybe this time it goes
to the home team.

Tough call.

How are we doing
on the Tate indictment?

Oh, I don't think
there's going to be one.

I beg your pardon?

A knife was found
at the crime scene.

I read the file.
Then you also know

that Officer Tate's actions

were likely justified.

Is there DNA linking
the knife to Luis Perez?

Well, the knife was found
a couple hours ago,

and debris and then
there was weather...

Are Perez's prints on the knife?

Uh, inconclusive.

DNA?
Also inconclusive.

And the knife was found
quite a distance

from where Mr. Perez was killed?

Yes, but according
to the report,

the force of impact...

That's conjecture.

Fairly solid
scientific conjecture.

The fact remains
there's no solid link

between Perez and that knife,

which means there's plenty here
to secure an indictment.

Well, that would be
up to a grand jury.

Which will believe whatever
you tell them to believe.

I know you favor
an indictment in this case...

This office favors
an indictment in this case.

And you represent this office.

I understand.
I'm simply saying...

The people need to know

that police officers are held
to the same standard

as any other citizen.

But according to the law,
his actions were justified.

Once Tate is indicted,
he'll get a fair trial

and possibly be acquitted.

But the people will know
the system works.

The-the people? What people?
The people of the state

or the people
of your political base

who distrust the NYPD?

Your job is to see
that Officer Tate is indicted.

I suggest you get to it.

Pretty impressive setup.

Eh. I could do
most of the same stuff

with a laptop in Cancún,

but my boss
won't go for it.

I interviewed
one of the executives

from Booyah Sports.

Let me guess,
they denied everything

and dared these guys
to sue?
How'd you know?

Standard
operating procedure.

They have got
more money than God

and way better lawyers.

Yeah, pretty
sweet office.

You should see
the one in Vegas.

You've been there?

They offered me job crunching
algorithms last year.

Probably should've taken it.

Why didn't you?

And leave all this?

Look, I like money
as much as the next guy,

but profiting off
other people's misery?

Life's too short.

Speaking of losses,
did you get a chance

to run those wagers?
Yeah.

It looks like your clown posse
filed a false complaint.

How so?
All the bets they claim
are phony?

Every one of them was made
on their home servers.

Hey, Pop, how was
Jim Tillison's wake?

Ah, about the same

as the other nine
I've been at this year.

Was he a cop?
No.

He, uh, owned a restaurant
in Garden City.

Food was okay,
but, uh,

everybody went there for Jimmy.

That guy had some crazy stories.

Yeah, some of them were
even true.

Yeah.

I had my bachelor
party dinner there.

Jim comped
the whole thing.

That was one hell of a night.

So I heard.

Huh.
Ooh.

But you know what struck me?

All these people saying

all these wonderful things
about Jimmy.

Yeah, but he wasn't there
to hear it.

Exactly.

I mean, if you're gonna
toast a guy,

at least he should be around
to hear it.

Yeah, and
defend himself.

So, while I'm still breathing...

...have at it.

What?

Wait, you-you want us

to have your wake now?

While you're still alive?

Why not?

Sounds kind of morbid, Pop.
Right?

No, I-I kind of like
the idea, actually.

Well, great.

Why don't you go first, then?

Uh...

I remember when

Jack and I broke

Mrs. Pinsky's, uh,
big ceramic flowerpot...

...and you hid us
in the basement.

Now, Jack...
What?
He covered for you?

Gramps!

That old witch was
a pain in the ass.

Whoa!

Okay, wait, I got one.

When I had my first dinner
here at this table,

I was scared.

And Henry gave me a hug.
Aw.

And you made feel
very welcome.

And so you were, and so you are.

Well, I remember
when I decided

to not pursue a career in law
and become a cop,

and everyone thought
I was nuts.

We still do.

And Pop was the only one
who told me to trust my gut.

And I never regretted it.

And the department's been
that much better for it.

Thanks, Pop.
Hear, hear.

I remember when Mom died,

um, Pop said,

"When you miss her,
just close your eyes

"and listen, and you will
hear her voice again."

And I still do that.

And don't ever stop.

Well, I'll always remember
being a little kid,

hanging out in your office
at One PP,

hiding under the desk,
listening to you make

all these important decisions

on how to keep our city safe.

You were my hero then, Gramps,
and you still are.

There you go.

Oh.

I guess it's my turn.

Yeah, it is.

Um, well...

what can I say about the man
who taught me everything?

Taught me how to drive a stick.

Taught me how to pour beer

in the side of a glass just so.

Taught me how to reheat a pizza

by sliding a slice into a pan

shimmering
in a little olive oil.
Mmm.

That's it?

Pretty much.

No.

Not hardly.

That was just the tip
of an iceberg

that runs deep and wide.

To Pop.

To Pop.

Hear, hear.

Thank you, one and all.

There's our guys.

Here comes mine.

Wait for the exchange.

Everything in order, gentlemen?

You got the cash?

Shall we proceed?

Lovely. These will do
quite nicely.

Here we go.
Move in.

Police!
Let me see your hands.

Get down!

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Get down!

You crazy
son of a bitch.

What the hell
are you doing?

You're gonna get
yourself killed.

Cheeky bastard
got away.

Not for long, he didn't.
Come on.

You want to tell me
what the hell you were thinking

about, going after Hughes
like that?

Archie and I have
a personal score to settle.

What kind of score?

I mentioned Hughes murdered
a police officer in London.

Rupert May,
25 years old.

You knew him?
When I was
a Met detective,

I taught
at Hendon Police College.

Rupert was
my finest student.

I'm sorry
to hear that.

He wanted to fight
the gangs of London.

I helped him get the posting.

Well, look, him getting
killed, no matter how,

it's not on you,
it's the job.

Tell that
to his pregnant wife.

DISPATCHER
5-4 detectives, be advised

subject has abandoned
his vehicle,

front of 1224 Crescent Street

and fled into location.

Possible hostage situation
at this time.

That would be our boy.

What do we got?

Armed, barricade perp
inside that coffee shop,

and he's got hostages.

Okay. Hold your
position here.

You ready?

Once more
into the fray.

Let's go.

You got one shot
here, Hughes!

Release the
hostages

and come out with your hands up!

Bollocks!

You're finished, Archie!

End this now!

Granger, you dodgy git!

Crossed the pond just
to float home in a box?

Clear the way or
I'll start tossing bodies!

No, please, no.

You have three minutes!

Hey, keep him talking.

There's an entrance around back.
I'm going.

Too risky, mate.

I say we wait
for reinforcements.

Yeah, well, never stopped you.

Reagan!

Let's talk about this, Archie!

These little lambs are running
out of time, Granger!

And he'll give you
whatever you want.

Drop it, mate,
or she's dead.

Okay.

Okay, you got me.

Just relax.

Don't hurt anyone, all right?

And I thought
you American coppers

were supposed to be
so tough, hmm?

How about you let them go?

Keep me hostage
instead, all right?

Nah, in my experience, mate,

coppers make crap hostages.

Always pulling
daft stunts

and winding up dead.

Nice shot, Sherlock.

I'm just relieved

that I didn't miss, Watson.

That makes two of us.

Officer Tate,

what was Mr. Perez doing
when you approached him?

He was in the process
of committing a robbery.

How would you describe
the victim?

Elderly and plenty scared.

Who initiated contact
between you and Mr. Perez?

I pulled him away
from the victim.

Did you attempt to put
Mr. Perez under arrest?

Yes, but he tackled me
to the ground

before I got the chance.

Is that when
he pulled the knife?

No. H-He pulled the knife
after he started to flee.

So he never directly
threatened you with a weapon?

No.

Officer Tate, um,

when Mr. Perez
fled across the street,

were there bystanders
in the vicinity?

It's a busy neighborhood.
It was pretty crowded.

And would you say

those bystanders were in danger

when Mr. Perez
ran across the street?

Perez had a knife.

There's no telling
what he was gonna do.

So, when you pulled your
Taser and fired, you were

trying to protect
those innocent pedestrians?

That's right.

And when Mr. Perez
was struck by the vehicle,

what did you do?

I called for an ambulance

and immediately
administered CPR.

You tried to save his life?

Yes.

Impressive.

I'd say you deserve a medal,
not an indictment.

As I said on the phone,
you guys were right.

Your gambling accounts
were definitely hacked.

We appreciate
you nailing

these lowlifes,
Sergeant.

That's my job.

They're going to jail, right?

That depends
on whether or not

you want to press charges.

Oh, we're pressing charges.
I mean, they're gonna pay.

The perps are
right in here.

Wait,
what's going on?

I believe you
know the suspects?

Delaney? I-I'd like
an explanation.

I'm sorry, Dad.

We've been...

making bets
on your online accounts.

Is that true,
Elizabeth?

Yeah.

You bet so much,
we didn't think you'd notice.

How'd you get my password?

Duh.

It's on a Post-it taped to

the TV remote, Dad.

Not the swiftest move.

I'm incredibly
disappointed, Daniel.

I know.

You actually bet Golden State
plus three in Denver?

The Nuggets
were on a back-to-back.

Okay, I think we're missing
an important point here

that gambling among minors

is a serious
and growing problem.

Are we going
to jail?

I think you guys
have learned your lesson.

I guess
we have, too.

Yeah, we, uh, we apologize
for wasting your time, Sergeant.

You guys are
free to go,

but in the future
maybe you want to

play more sports
with your kids,

less time betting on 'em?

Get your bag.

Don't forget
your bag.
I'll take it.

It wasn't my idea.

It was your idea?
No, it wasn't.

I got to
change my password.

Who the hell do you
think you are?

I know you're disappointed
that the grand jury

chose not to indict
Officer Tate.

Disappointed?
You're not even warm.

I presented the facts.

"Sounds to me like you deserve
a medal and not an indictment"?

That's right.

According to whom?

The law, which spoke for itself.

More like you
spoke for the law.

You put your finger
on the scale big-time.

Just like you asked me to.

Except for I used
a different finger.

You this punctual
just to show me up?

Nah, old habits die hard.

I appreciate you giving Cooper

a pass on the gun charge.

Well, it seemed like
a good idea at the time.

It was.

But I'm not so sure.

Cooper's a good man.

Who, right now,
is on an operating table,

fighting for his life.

Wait, what happened?

A road rage incident in Astoria.

Uh, Cooper was arguing
with a guy

who cut him off, and...

...drew his weapon.

But this time
the other guy had a gun, too,

and Cooper took one
to the chest.

My God.

Is he gonna make it?

Unclear.

This is on me.

No.

Larry was an ex-cop
and a good one

and he should've known better.

But if his prior arrest stood,

would his weapon
have been confiscated?

Yes.

And this never
would've happened.

That's unknowable.

I thought I was helping the guy.

That scene outside the bar...

...was a red flag.

And I missed it.

We both did.

The day I was sworn in as PC,

my dad took me to dinner

and he said, uh,

"Don't let the big desk
and the fancy suits fool you.

"You're just another cop
whose job is..."

"...to follow the law."

Smart guy.

And I failed that task here.

Because I asked you to.

Hey, I could've said no.

God knows,
I've done it a hundred times.

In these jobs,

hubris is
the occupational hazard.

The decisions keep coming,

and we start thinking

having the last word
means we're right.

We make more than we miss.

Yeah, but up here?

Dropping the ball is
more like dropping a bomb.

Will you ride with me
to the hospital?

I am sorry.

You and me both.

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