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I don't understand how regular
old milk is now a bad thing.

Well, I just prefer
the taste of oat milk.

So you like the taste
of wet cardboard. Noted.

DISPATCHER (over radio):
2-9 Charlie. You have a 10-34,

621 Broome Street,
Apartment 3-Robert.

Caller states possible EDP
assaulting his social worker.

That's just right
around the corner.

2-9 Charlie. Show us responding.

WOMAN:
Oh. Here. In here.

He's unarmed.

Stay here.

MAN:
Don't come any closer!

(choking)

Hey, we are not
going to hurt you.

You just need
to let her go.

No! Go away!
Let go.

I have to do this!
Let go, please.

Hey, how about we just sit down
and we talk about this?

There's nothing to talk about.

She is out to get me.

No, she's just trying
to help you.

You are lying.
(gasps)

You're lying!

We know Rachel. We know Rachel.

And I promise you,
she has helped

so many people, and she is
just trying to help you.

So if you let her go,
everything's going to be okay.

Nothing is okay!

That's why they said
that I have to do this!

Well, they're lying!
Listen to me.

Don't listen to them.

Trust me.

Why don't you let her go?

You're gonna be okay.

(gasping)

(panting)

I'm okay. I'm okay. Go.

It's okay, it's over.

Put your hands
behind your back, okay?

Wait, wh-why are you cuffing me?

You said that we could talk!
Whoa!

Hey, hey, and we can
once you calm down.

Okay?
(panting)

Let's go.

GARRETT:
And I need

your approval of
the statement to The Ledger

by end of day.

Yeah, okay.

One other thing.

Um, there's no easy way
to say this,

but I thought you should know.

The Irish Society has pulled
their invitation

to honor Danny
with their annual service award.

You're kidding.

I wish I was.

Look,

I know I got to stay out of it,
but tell me something.

In the hundred-odd years
they've been honoring cops

and firefighters
for their service,

have they ever canceled anyone?

Not that I know of.

Their usual boilerplate--

the current climate,
the changing landscape.

Yeah. Traffic and weather.
I hate that.

Does Danny know?

They pulled it before he even
knew he was being considered.

Good. At least he won't have
to deal with the disappointment.

The determining, overriding
factor-- their words--

was, while Detective Reagan has
a well-earned reputation

as a courageous and
effective detective,

certainly deserving
of the recognition,

he also comes
with 30-odd years of baggage.

My words.

Who's their mouthpiece in this?

Their legal counsel
Grace Edwards.

(tapping on desk)

Grace Edwards?

Set up a meeting with her.

I thought you said
you had to stay out of this.

Yeah, I did, but...

Your place or hers?

(siren wailing)

What do we got?

In the dumpster, female, DOA,

appears to be in her 40s.

Looks like one shot,
point-blank, middle of the head.

Her body was stripped,
no ID or belongings.

Find any video cameras
on the block?

Nothing with eyes
on the trash can.

BAEZ:
Who called it in?
(Danny groans)

FUCCI:
A homeless man noticed the
body and flagged down a cop.

We got it from here, thanks.

Aah!

Only a sick
son of a bitch

would do something
like that.

I think I recognize her.

You know her?
She's a cop.

Don't tell me that.
I worked a case

with her years ago.

She collared a perp I was after
for a murder

in the Bronx.

You know her name?

Detective Nuria Peña.

Call it in. Call it in.

(sighs)

* *

(sighs)

What the hell was that?
Exactly what it looked like.

How did you let that kid
get you in that position?

You're a former cop
and a trained social worker.

And I screwed up, okay?

Is there a reason that you
wanted that kid to get arrested?

That kid is named Jimmy,
and he's mentally fragile

but physically strong.

It's a complicated situation,
Eddie.

(sighs)

Did you do it on purpose?

I felt like I had to.

Are you out of your mind?
Look, he means well,

and believe it or not,
we have been making progress.

But he is
a diagnosed schizophrenic

who refuses
to take his medication.

Aren't most schizophrenic
patients nonviolent?

Yes, but he also has
a substance abuse problem--

pills, cocaine, you name it--

and he was recently booted
from a group home because of it.

So you instigated him
to get him back in the system?

His family can't afford
to place him in treatment,

and they are not safe
living with him there.

And at least if he's in custody,
he's being looked after.

I'm sorry, Rachel.
I have to report this.

And when I do,
they're just gonna release him.

So don't report it, please.

Rachel.
I wouldn't put cops

in this position
unless I had to.

He's a good kid,

and everyone else
has given up on him.

Jeff Willard?

Hey, you must be
Reagan and Baez.

Yeah.

So sorry about your partner.

Thanks.

Can't believe it.

Any idea who could've done this?

Oh, come on. You know the job.

We make a lot of enemies.

True.
What exactly
do you investigate here?

Nuria and I handle
art-related cases.

A lot of money in stolen art.

She was deep into a lucrative
art gallery accused of forgery.

Like fake paintings?

Yeah. We believe
they were selling copies

of the real thing--
counterfeits.
High-end stuff.

You think these people
were capable, though,

of something this brutal?

These are felonies.

And they were up
for federal charges, as well,

for selling
across state lines.

That's enough
to make anyone desperate.

Do you know if she was close
to making a collar?

She caught 'em selling
a fake Basquiat last year.

But they got off on the charges,
claimed they had been duped

by the seller.
But she didn't believe 'em?

No. She was still building
her case with the D.A.'s office.

Last thing she told me was
that she found proof

that the owner knew
these were inauthentic.

What's his name?

Dave Christ.

I can bring you to him.

N-No. That's not a good idea.

Uh, you know, just give us his
address, and we'll go see him.

Please. I have to do this.

You can help by going home,
taking a day.

Would you?

I'm a little surprised
we're not meeting

in your office, Commissioner.

Grace.

Frank, please.

(sighs)

To be, uh... (chuckles)

...perfectly honest with you,

if I have a meeting
that might get...

...overheated,

I always try
to find a public place for it.

Look...

we've known each other
a long time, Grace, but...

...last time
we saw each other was,

well, you know.

Your son, the NYPD.

And... it didn't end well.

Frank, this is not
about a grudge.

I'm proud my son's a cop.

His dad would be, too.

He's sergeant now.

I mean,

I still worry.

As do I.

Can I get you something
to drink?

Iced tea.

Uh, two, please.

You'd like an explanation.

Well, I think I can guess
the whys and wherefore.

I mean...

But please understand.

Your actions hit home.

We're talking about my son now.

I do understand,

and I'm genuinely sorry

for the confusion
that it's caused.

Then what is it, Grace?

Stains in the press

and the public perception
are very hard to remove.

My son is a decorated cop

and a fine family man.

(sighs)

Yes, he is.

He's also from New York's
most visible cop family

and enjoys a reputation
as a very loose cannon.

WAITRESS:
Have you made a decision?

I think so.

Not a final one, I hope.

(elevator bell dings)

Wow.

(whistles)

Not bad, huh?

We chose
the wrong line of work.

Detectives,
how may I help you?

Uh, we're looking
for David Christ.

So am I.

You're his wife?

Yes, but I haven't heard
from him in days.

I'm-I'm sorry. Why are you
looking for my husband?

Uh, a detective

who was investigating
his gallery

was found dead this morning.

Oh, my God, that's awful.

Yeah. Were you aware of the fact

that his gallery was
under suspicion

of selling
counterfeit paintings?

Of course I was aware,
but it wasn't true.

We were duped once
and admitted it,

but the detectives

and the D.A.'s office
kept hounding us

because we're... successful.

When was the last time
you heard from your husband?

He went to Kingston

to view some art
being sold by an estate.

Said he'd be gone one night,

but now it's been three days.

BLAKE:
What's going on, Mom?

Uh, nothing.

Everything's fine.

Did they find Dad?

No, but he's
fine, honey.

Don't worry.

We're just here to
ask a few questions.

Blake, could you
give us a minute?

I'll be in my room.

BAEZ:
Is there any reason

why you haven't reported
your husband missing?

Because this isn't entirely
out of the norm.

Dave struggles with sobriety.

He often goes
off the grid like this.

I'm sorry, that must be hard,

especially on your son.

I try to shield him from it,

but... he knows what's going on.

Do you have any idea where
your husband's staying?

No.

Okay.

We'll do our best to find him.

Hey,

I've got
a hypothetical situation

to run past you.

Okay, shoot.

Say a friend

wanted to get an EDP help

but didn't have access
to the proper channels.

What would you
recommend they do?

A friend?

Hypothetical.

Uh, I would tell them to call

the Department of
Health and Mental Hygiene.

But don't they
get like

a million requests
for favors daily?

Yeah, but you asked for
the proper channels, that's it.

Okay, but what if this EDP

is a danger to
himself and others

and the system is failing him?

It's tough.
The system's overloaded,

as you know.

People got to be patient.

All right.
Is there any way to

get around
the rigamarole?
Not really.

I mean, they get
a thousand calls a day,

people are asking for favors,

and they're always
running short on beds.

But what if someone
with the pull you have

asked the favor?

Maybe, but only because

my friend Mac is over there,
but still...

Okay, great. Thanks.

(scoffs)

(siren chirps)

Guy's name is David Christ.

Could be armed.

We just called
for more backup.

His phone
pinged where

an NYPD detective's
body was dumped.

DANNY:
This Airbnb is his
last known location.

BAEZ:
He could be in the wind.
His phone's gone offline.

Police! Open up!

We have a warrant!
Open up!

Go.

Police!

Guess we're just
a little too late.

The gun found
beside Dave

matches the ballistics
of the gun

used to kill
Detective Peña.

You think
he killed her?

We went through his phone.

He had plans to meet with her
the night she was murdered.

I-I don't understand.
Why would he do this?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

Maybe he got in over his head.

I know he was
stressed with work,

but... he didn't share much.

This might be difficult
for you to consider,

but is it possible that
Dave was committing fraud

and he realized

that Detective Peña
was closing in on him?

I guess it's possible.

I wasn't that involved.

Dave handled all
the acquisitions and sales.

We have a subpoena for
the gallery's business records.

And you have access
to the books?

Yes, yes,
I-I think so.

I can, um, go
through his files

and send you everything.

But right now my focus
has to be on my son.

Of course.

Grace Edwards is here.

Ten minutes early,
if you're ready for her.

She say anything?

She did not.

Okay.

Thank you.

Please have a seat.

(chuckles)

You, too.

Your trick is restaurants

so others keep their voice down?

Mine is getting there early
so I can speak my piece

and get out before
the meeting was scheduled,

and I can tell myself
I never even took it.

Okay.

What do you call that?

Information pertaining to
five of your former nominees

and four current ex-NYPD
and FDNY board members.

It's got a little whiff
of blackmail to it.

Not in the least.

(scoffs) At least.

Those are comprehensive records

and evaluations of
nine brave, honorable

and worthy service members who,

through the one-way mirror
of this month

in this year,
wouldn't have made the cut.

Blackmail.

Please stop saying that, Grace.

What would you call it?

What I told you. Information.

But if you release
that information,

your point gets made

in spades and in public.

What?

That never even occurred to me.

And I'm kind of amazed
it did to you.

Then why did you
go to the trouble?

In the hope that by removing

the fact that he's my son

and, therefore, the family name,

you might see this
in a different light.

Frank, you go to the surgeon,
you need a procedure,

do you say, "But, Doc,

make sure you do it
like they did years ago?"

This isn't that.

That's where you're wrong.

Well, you can still
make your clean getaway.

(sighs)

Captain?

You asked
to see me?

Yeah, you want to
tell me why the hell

you're covering
for Rachel Witten?

I'm not sure...

Oh, are you not sure
what I'm talking about? Okay.

So we're just gonna pretend
that that stunt she pulled

instigating Jimmy Catsavis

to get him back
into the system wasn't

completely
on purpose?
Cap, I...

And that you don't know
anything about it?

Please let me explain.

Uh-huh.
Uh, last thing I need is

some twisted, roundabout story.

She went about it
the wrong way...
Oh, you think?

...but her intentions were good.

And you are involved because...

Because I trust that
she's doing the right thing.

Jimmy really does need help.

Well, I don't doubt that,

but now Jimmy has made
a statement alluding to the fact

that Rachel knows
exactly what upsets him

and she triggered
him purposefully.

Now, do you think
that's a job well done

by a social worker,

triggering their
own patients on purpose?

His family...

Oh, and now you're an expert

in what his family wants?

I'm just trying to...
Well, don't.

Jimmy is being
released forthwith,

and I am reporting
Rachel to her supervisor

because she should be losing
her job and her license.

Let me handle Witten, please?

No. You two have done
quite enough already.

Witten risked all of your lives.

You could've been killed.

And she risked
Jimmy's life,

not knowing how

he was gonna respond
when you showed up.

She is lucky
we are not charging her

with reckless
endangerment.

We are done here.

Yes, ma'am.

So?

So, I don't believe
that this was a suicide.

What makes you say that?

There was no

gunshot residue
found on the gun,

which means that it
may have been wiped clean.

What about on his hands?

I swabbed them as well

and didn't find anything.

The lab said it
was the same gun

that was used
to kill Nuria.

Yes, but Dave
couldn't have killed her.

He had been dead over 48 hours.

So you're saying
somebody killed Dave,

took his gun and his phone,

and then killed Nuria?

They must have.

Then brought them back
to frame him

and stage
his suicide.

Sounds like Dave
screwed over a lot of people.

Yeah, and if I'd been fooled
into spending millions

on a phony painting,

I'd be out for blood, too.

Witten.

What are you
doing here?

You're not answering
your phone.

Well, I've been busy.

I tried to talk to
McNichols about it,

but her mind's
made up. She knew.

Thanks for
the heads-up,

but I'm aware
she knows.

She called my boss,
and I've been suspended

pending an investigation.

I'm sorry,
I know

your heart was in
the right place.

But?

I didn't say "but."

I could sense it.

You agree with McNichols?

As hard as it is for me to say,

I do think
you were in the wrong here.

How is it wrong to
want to get someone

the help they desperately need?

You're not wrong about that,

it's the way you went about it.

You risked all of our lives

and his
by choosing to trigger him

on purpose.

I knew that
he would come after me.

I was prepared.

That is not what it
looked like to me.

Of course not,
because you don't know him.

You think you do, but you don't.

Based on what I saw...

Based on what you saw once.

I see them every day.

I know Jimmy. I know the family.

I know that mom
and little sister are terrified

to live with him, but they
wouldn't dream of exiling him,

so they just deal.

They deal with no resources,

with his drug addiction,

the voices he hears,

the trauma
he puts them through daily.

You don't know them, Eddie.

Well, then I'll go introduce
myself to them properly.

What?

You heard me.
I'll go talk to them.

Why would you do that?

You came to me asking for help,

so let me try a different way.

That's a pretty heavy pour.

I figured you might need it.

Because they're taking away
Danny's award?

Probably a good thing.

What are you talking about?
Danny deserves it.

Remember this?

Well...

How could I forget it?
It's Joe's medal.

And we both know
how that turned out.

Pop, don't go there.

Joe received this award just
before he died. It's jinxed.

Will you stop it?

The Irish Society medal

is not the
Sports Illustrated cover jinx.

He's not the only recipient
who was cursed by this.

Detective Jack Howell
was paralyzed

three weeks after
he received the award.

Officer Tommy Parker

was stabbed by a perp
right after

he got his award...
I don't want to hear this.

That's crazy talk.

(groans)

(sighs)

Hi, Pop.
HENRY:
Hi, hi.

Everything okay?

Well...

Danny was supposed to be
recognized

with this year's honor
from the Irish Society.

Wow.
Was supposed to be
recognized?

The offer was rescinded.

Why did the board
double back?

Likely because we're
talking about Danny here.

I mean, he doesn't always
play nice in the sandbox.

They were concerned that

his reputation might bring them
undue criticism.

Oh, that's absurd.
Danny's got a stellar record.

I think it's a good thing.

What are you
not telling us?

You... you're thinking
about Joe?

Yeah, but your father isn't.

He's fighting tooth and nail
with the board

to reinstate him,
but, I mean,

this award is a curse.

Joe's award ceremony
was two days after his funeral.

No one even showed up.
It was all too painful.

All due respect, that's crazy.

You ask me, Danny deserves
this award. End of discussion.

I don't know.
This is Joe's award,

and it should just
stay that way.

There'll be other awards
for Danny.

Hell, when he retires,

they should throw every medal
in the book at him.

But he... he just shouldn't
receive this one.

I need both of you

to talk with your father

and convince him
to let this thing go.

Thanks so much for taking
the time to meet me.

I want to help Rachel get Jimmy
into a care facility.

Thank you.

She has been
so good to us.

I don't know where we
would be without her.

I may know of someone else
that can help.

We have friends

in the Department
of Mental Health and Hygiene.

We could call them if that's
something that you'd like.

Yes, anything
you can do.

I can handle Jimmy
coming at me,

but his behavior is starting
to impact Carlie.

Yeah.

I understand.

Do you have any update on
how he's doing?

He-He's set
to be released today.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry,
I do love him

very much.

He is a sweet boy, but I...

I just can't care for him on
my own. I can't do it anymore.

Yeah.

Is Jimmy
coming back home?

He is.

How do you feel about that?

I miss playing
with him, but...

sometimes he can get angry
and wants to hit Mommy.

We are going to work to get

Jimmy the medicine he needs
so he doesn't get so angry.

Please, anything you can do.

You went behind our back
and talked to their kid?

Look, I couldn't
just sit around after
Nuria was murdered.

I understand that, okay?

But you interfered
with our investigation.

You should've told us.

Well, she was my partner,
my responsibility.

You can't go there.

It's hard not to.

We understand.

All right? But did you at least
get something from the kid

that could
be helpful?

Yeah. Yeah.

He mentioned a new warehouse

where the gallery keeps
some of its inventory.

You get an address?

Yeah, but I haven't had a chance

to check it out.

What is it?

This warehouse
wasn't in the records

that Catherine
shared with us.

You think she left that out
on purpose?

That or her husband
didn't tell her about it.

Was Witten always
such a wild card?

No.

She was a great cop.

She followed the rules so much,

she lost her job once
because of it.

So what changed?

She got...

burnt out.

Hmm.

That's why she went
into social work.

She thought she could actually
make a difference.

DISPATCHER (over radio):
2-9 Charlie. You have a 10-10,

possible EDP
threatening violence.

621 Broome Street,
Apartment 3-Robert.

That's Jimmy's apartment.

(siren wailing)
2-9 Charlie. Show us responding.

SANDI:
Jimmy, stop. Please.

Stay calm, Carlie.

Jimmy, no!
CARLIE:
Help me, Mommy! (screams)

Help me, Mommy!
Jimmy, stop!

Please! Mommy, help me!
Jimmy, no, no!

Help me!
I'm going up.

(whimpers)
No, please.

Please, Jimmy, no, no!
Hey, Jimmy. Hey!

Go away or I'll drop her!
No! Help me, Mommy!

(screams)

No, no, no, no. You don't
want to do that.

They told me that I have to!

Please, no, Jimmy, no, no!

No.
Oh, I'm so glad
you're here.

I got here as fast as I could.

Hey, Jimmy, please listen to me.

Why is everyone watching me?

WITTEN:
You just need
to calm down, okay?

You don't want to hurt
your sister.

Jimmy.

She's right, Jimmy.

Go, go away!

Don't come any closer...
No, don't drop me!

Okay.
...or I will drop her.

I'll stay right here, I promise.

(screams)

Hey, Jimmy.

My friends here,
they need you

to let your sister back inside.

Can you do that
for me?

This isn't my sister!
CARLIE: Please, no, no.

Yes, it is.

Just let her back inside,

and I will help you.

Trust me, Jimmy.

Trust you like, like

I trusted you last time?
(screaming)

No.
No, Jimmy, no!

Don't do this, Jimmy. You're not

thinking clearly.
(crying): No, Jimmy.

They said that I have to!

I know they said that,

but they are lying.

I promise.
This is not who you are.

Listen to me,
put her down.

You listen to me, Jimmy.

(crying)

WITTEN:
Don't listen to them.

Help me!

Please, please.
WITTEN: Listen to me, Jimmy.

(Carlie crying)

That's it. Yeah, come here.
Come on. Okay. Okay.

Here we go.

(gasps)

McNICHOLS:
That was close.

Good work reasoning with him.
Thank you.

I'm gonna let
your supervisor know

that this could have turned out

very differently
if you hadn't been here.

She's right, you know.

It shouldn't have come to this.

(sighs)
Hmm.

So, my day's been

pretty great so far.

Mine, too.

(chuckles)

Uh, I'm happy that
the w-weather's
finally cooling down.

Mm-hmm.

Okay,

is this really
what we're gonna do here?

Talk about the weather?

It's better than what
everyone else is doing.

Not wrong about that.

Okay, well, now that
you mention it,

what the hell is going on
with everybody?

JANKO:
Yeah.

The Irish Society board

was honoring you

at their banquet this year.

Whoa, that's awesome.

Pop.

But they rescinded the offer.

Oh.
JANKO:
Why?

Oh, geez.

They're worried about
your checkered past on the job,

but Dad and I think
it's a load of crap.

Hmm, you knew
about this, too?

Yeah.

We all do.

Oh.

Okay.

Appparently
we're not cool enough

to be a part of the actual "we."

That's not what I meant.

But, for the record,

I do think that

the last thing this family needs
is more attention.

This isn't about
family attention.

Look, it's rightfully Danny's,

and attention-bearing
or not,

he deserves it.

I'm not saying he doesn't.

Well, you kinda are, Pop.

Your Uncle Joe
received this honor

just before
he got killed.

The award is not cursed, Pop.

Wait, I'm lost.
What's happening?

I'll tell you what's happening.

Apparently there's an award
that is allegedly mine

that everyone knows
about but didn't care

to mention to me
or even see how I felt about it.

They just decided to gossip
about it instead.

Would hardly call it gossip.

Save your breath.

I'm gonna go back to the job now

that I'm not being rewarded for.

Danny, sit down.

Dad, I have to investigate
the murder of an NYPD detective.

You all can feel free
to talk about me while I'm gone.

Again.

And how long has the gallery
been renting this space?

Just a few months.

You ever have
any issues?

No, we're the top art handler
in the tristate.

We pride ourselves
on preserving these things.

Good.

I recognize these
from the records

Catherine shared
with us.

Recent sales.

You think they're fakes?

No, I think they might
be the originals.

So he was selling imitations
of art he owned?

Well, it would explain how
he got the proper documentation

for the phonies.

When's the last time
that Dave was up here?

I was sad to read
about his death in the paper,

but I never even met him.

You never met Dave?

No. Only one who came here
was the wife Catherine.

(sighs)

DANNY:
We know that you rented
a storage facility in Brooklyn

behind your husband's back.

Which you
conveniently left out

of the records
you handed over.

You also conveniently
left out the fact

that you personally delivered

25 paintings
to that storage facility.

BAEZ:
All originals which you

reportedly sold last year.

Mom,
what are they talking about?

I'd like a lawyer.

I'm not saying another word.

You have nothing to hide.
Just tell them.
Hey, hey.

Take it easy.

Your husband find out
that you were committing fraud

that was gonna cost your family
everything,

and the two of you were gonna
end up in prison because of it?

BAEZ:
You found out he was
going to hand over

everything Nuria needed
to prosecute you.

So you went out
and bought yourself a gun.

Illegally.

And we all know
what happened next.

You're under arrest.

Call Uncle Mike.

He's our lawyer.

Wait. You've got
to have it wrong!

I don't think I do, kid.

I'm sorry.

Oh.
Hello, Frank.

(laughs)
Well...

First of all, thanks for coming.

And second of all,

you're early.

Is that an omen?
(laughs softly)

I always leave time
for a walk in the neighborhood,

but it started raining.

So, no.

Not an omen.
(chuckles)

So, if nothing else,
you like the restaurant.

Yes.

So, um, you remember my son Joe?

Of course.

Yeah, well, back in the day,

something... you don't know.

Joe was set to receive the
Irish Society's service award.

But he was killed
before he could receive it.

(sighs)

And I was just so proud

of my son Danny, I think...

...that I fooled myself

into thinking
his award might somehow--

I don't know--
kind of close that circle...

...when nothing can.

Anyway...

Uh...

I guess that's why
I pushed so hard.

And...

once again...

...I didn't handle things
very well with you, Grace.

And I am truly sorry.

My late husband
was not a perfect man.

It would follow that he probably
wasn't a perfect cop either.

Well,

we didn't name
an entire block after him

because he was perfect.

We did it, all in,

because he deserved it.

WAITER:
May I start you off
with a drink?

Grace?

Um...

Gin martini,
dry, up, two olives.

Mullane's 12 if you got it,

neat, water back.

WAITER:
Coming right up.

Thank you
for what you said, Frank.

So...

let's just leave this
where it is.

Yeah.

What's going on?

I thought for sure
they'd lift the suspension.

They did. I quit.

You quit? Why would you do that?

Because this whole fiasco
has made me realize

just how awful our system is

at getting people like Jimmy the
care that they need. I just...

Even getting the attention
of the NYPD took him

nearly throwing his sister
off a three-story balcony.

So you're just giving up?

I'm not giving up. I...

I risked everything
for that family,

and I...
I can't keep doing this.

Well, think about where
they'd be without you, Rachel.

This is exactly why
you do what you do.

Right, and I nearly got fired
for it.

You went the extra mile,

something everyone else
gave up on.

Jimmy was committed
to an institution

until he's deemed fit
to stand trial.

If ever.

How is that a good thing?

The same reason you wanted him
in there in the first place--

protection, supervision,

he's no longer a threat to his
family while he's unmedicated.

How long is he gonna be
in there?

It's not like he can just
check out once his meds kick in.

But you saved his life.

And now his family can come

visit him and... and make
sure he's doing better.

And if he shows improvement,
there's no doubt

the department will give him
an early release.

He's right, Rachel.

You figured out
something you do best,

something other people can't do.

Did you come here
just to tell me that?

Yes and no.

My friend Mac in the Department
of Mental Health and Hygiene

was able to pull Jimmy's file,

so he's gonna look out for him,

make sure
he's making improvements.

Wow. I...

Thank you.
(sighs)

You should tell Sandi.
Give her a call.

Actually, I'm seeing her
and Carlie later tonight.

They want to have me over
for dinner weekly.

Kind of like you guys do,
I guess.

Well, there's no chance
you can quit now.

(laughs softly)

Here, I will help you unpack.

(laughs)

HENRY:
Oh, and I thought
I was the only one

who was invited. I didn't know

all you guys were
gonna be here.

And nice to see you, too, Pop.

Yeah.
HENRY:
Thanks.

Danny, what's going on?

Uh, so you all
remember this place?
ERIN: Yeah.

Yeah, one of
Joe's favorites.

Best clam pie around.

Joe insisted that we come here

when it was his turn
to pick a place.

ERIN:
I don't think
I've been back here

since he passed, and we used
to come here all the time.

Yeah. Birthday parties,
graduation parties.

Lot of good memories.
Yeah.

Well, we're here tonight because
I wanted to share with you all

that, uh,
I was officially offered

the Irish Society award
this morning.

Wow.
You were?

Go figure.

She did the right thing.

She did... and I turned it down.

Really?

Wow.

Why would you do that?

For two reasons, and, no,

not because
I think the award is cursed.

I just think being
a good detective does not need

to be rewarded
with a shiny gold medal.

I think the reward

that I get is catching bad guys,

reuniting families
and saving lives.

And that's enough for me.

And honestly,

we could have saved
all of ourselves a lot of chaos

if we would've just talked
about it in the first place.

Okay, okay, I-I apologize

for dragging
the whole family into this.

Oh.

What's the second reason

for not accepting?

Joe.

Hear, hear.

We all admired Joe

from the moment we knew
what a big brother was,

what a first child was,
what a first grandchild was.

And he wore

all of those titles
exceptionally well.

But he was also
a second-to-none cop,

and he was truly deserving
of this honor.

And I don't think
that he should have

to share the spotlight with me.

This award belongs to him.

Geez. When did you become
such a softie?

If we could just stop

for a second to appreciate

this version of Danny.
(laughter)

We need to bottle it.

DANNY:
All right, all right.

All right!

(laughter)

I asked you all here tonight

so we could celebrate Joe

the way we never
got a chance to.

So... here's to Joe.

Here's to Joe.
Hear, hear.

Joe.