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protestors:
Housing is a human right!

You will be arrested
if you do not leave the area.

Housing is a human right!

protestors:
Housing is a human right!

You'd better get back!

I said, back!

Hold the line.

Alpha team execute.

Everybody move!

Keep together.

Move it!

Maggie!

On me. Let's go!

- Light 'em up!
- Incoming!

Move, move, move, move!

Push down that hallway.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Let's go!
Move, move, move, move, move!

She's right up those stairs.

Undersecretary Willis.

We're here
to escort you off campus.

I can't do that.

We got about 30 seconds
before this riot catches up--

I won't abandon
these students

while law enforcement
is endangering them.

The students
took you hostage.

No, no, they offered
to escort me out.

I chose to stay.

Okay, ma'am,
we don't care if you're

the UN Secretary General.

It's not safe for you here,

so you are gonna come with us,
even if I gotta carry you out.

Oh, my God.

I tried to help,
but there's a lot of blood.

Where?

- Syd.
- Yeah.

Go with her. OA, with me.

OA.

What do you got?

All the guys you need.
Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

Okay.

Hey, Sergeant.

Carter, right. Yeah.

I'm Jubal Valentine,
the ASAC over at 26 Fed.

And that kid
in the blue hoodie,

plaid shirt,
that is my son, Tyler.

He's not even enrolled here.
He's in high school.

Any chance you'd consider
releasing him to me?

I guarantee you he'll receive
the discipline he deserves.

You realize what
you're asking me to do.

He's my kid, man.

My badge is on the line.

Please?

Soto,
cut the blue hoodie loose.

Let's go, kid. Get up.
Come on.

What just happened?

Go home, Tyler.
We'll talk about this later.

- I didn't ask for your help.
- Now.

Agent Valentine.

Hey, Marcus. Good to see you.

I didn't see you
in the crowd out there.

I'm overseeing
NYPD operations.

A word. We have a problem.

Okay.

Commissioner wants your guys
to take over the homicide

given the undersecretary's
involvement.

Excuse me. My involvement?

She riled those kids up.
For what?

The school doesn't wanna house
the migrants in the dorms?

They don't like it, drop out.

They have every right
to express themselves.

They have a right to shut
the hell up and get to class.

- I can't speak to this man.
- And you don't have to.

She's all yours.

Undersecretary, I have
some questions for you.

So talk to me.
What do we know?

Student ID found
in his wallet

confirms his name
is Jacob Aquino.

He was a senior here at Hudson,

a commuter student
from Ridgewood.

I think he's
a protester, right?

He's got the yellow band on.

They're tracking
his family down now.

Where are we
with the cause of death?

ME gave us a sneak peek
of her prelim.

Looks like Aquino died
from blunt force trauma

to the head prior to the fall.

- Any idea with what?
- Undetermined.

Nothing's been
recovered thus far.

All the early signs suggest
that Aquino's time of death

was less than three hours ago.

Three hours.
Someone had to see something.

All right, so we need
to get our hands

on campus security footage,
see who came in

and out of the building
on either side

of that time of death and,

given what just
went down out there,

we should be prepared
to subpoena for it.

And we need to
start interviewing

anyone who set foot inside
this building in our timeline.

Yeah? Thanks.

This is our victim.

Did you have any
interaction with him?

With all the masks,
I couldn't tell you for sure.

But you were scheduled
to speak in this auditorium

at 1:00 p.m., is that correct?
- Yes.

My speech was scheduled
two months ago

before the university made

their controversial
housing decision.

No one anticipated there would
be a protest, not one this big.

I entered at noon to set up.

Students took over
the building shortly after.

We're aware.

So a few students moved me
to a room upstairs.

- And you weren't forced?
- No.

We thought it would be safer.

Well, according
to your timeline,

you were all in this building
at the time of the murder.

It was chaos.

All right, so Hudson
University's campus riot

just claimed the life
of 21-year-old honor student

Jacob Aquino who was
bludgeoned to death practicing

his First Amendment right

to protest the university's
refusal to house migrants

in their available dorms,
and there is a chorus

of people demanding answers,
the students and administrators

at the front of that line.
So what are we thinking?

Well, Hudson's hashtag
is full of students

blaming the NYPD
for Jacob Aquino's murder.

Dozens of claims
of excessive force

and demands for accountability.
- Right. Well, sure.

We know the NYPD
doesn't have a ton of love

for these protesters,
but we really think

some agro cop
beat Jacob to death?

That is--

That is a bomb
we're not willing to toss

until we have evidence
to back it up.

And no one approach the NYPD

until I've spoken
with the commissioner.

I would also like not
to declare war on the NYPD.

War will not be
declared on this day.

Uh, ME just sent over
the report.

Aquino was murdered
an hour before

NYPD breached Turley Hall.

So there were no officers
in that building.

Wonderful, though,
ruling out the NYPD,

while saving us
a massive headache

and a PR nightmare,
does send us careening

back to square one.

Well, what about
counter-protesters,

angry because immigrants were
being housed at the college?

Jacob self-identifies
as a Filipino immigrant.

Sure,
it's possible one or more

counter-protesters
infiltrated the campus

before the riot popped off.

What we need to do
is put together

a timeline of Jacob's day.

We got the campus
security footage,

student live streams,
police body cams.

Facial rec will sort
all the footage,

videos' metadata will tell us
where and when they were taken.

Cross-referencing both,
and you have your timeline.

Wow.
Gotta love technology, huh?

Okay. Nothing.

Okay, look at this one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This guy.

Looks like
a counter-protester.

Can we get an ID?

Looks too old
to be a student, yeah?

Right, well, a lot
of the counter-protesters

were just people
from the neighborhood

that didn't want migrants
housed in their backyard.

Okay, Frank Dorman, 36,
Iraq War vet,

accused of killing two
noncombatants in Baghdad,

though the allegations
were never substantiated.

He was discharged
from the army.

Based on his socials,
he's passionate about

securing the nation's borders.

Okay, so Dorman wouldn't take
kindly to an immigrant student

leading the charge
to bring more immigrants

into his neighborhood.
So what, they fight?

Then Dorman finds
his way into the building

and finishes the job?
- Let's bring him in.

Let's see if we can
get a location, yeah?

Cell towers ping him
to the university.

Looks like he never left.

The encampment's
been cleared.

There's nothing left
to counter-protest.

There's no reason
he should be on that campus.

Unless he's planning
something else.

Frank Dorman, FBI.

We have a couple
of questions for you.

Don't you have
better things to do?

Turn off the vehicle
and step out with your hands

where I can see them.

You coming at me all wrong.

Drop it right now and
step out with your hands up.

Let's go.
- Or what?

You gonna shoot a vet?

That's up to you.

Let's go. Out of the vehicle.

Drop it now.

Hands.

Come on.

Victim was bludgeoned.
Could be the murder weapon.

It's hard to tell.

Whoa.

That's quite the collection.

Snowflakes, activists.

I don't even know
what they want.

They want migrants
to be housed humanely.

You know what I was doing
when I was their age?

Eating RPG fire in Fallujah.
- This isn't Iraq, Mr. Dorman.

And yet you were armed
for a fight.

The blood on the knife
is from a white-tailed deer,

in case you were curious.

Hunting license and permits
are in the glove,

which I'm sure
you already found.

How about this kid?

You got a permit
for what you did to him?

That kid?
He's some entitled brat.

That is scholarship student
Jacob Aquino.

And he's dead.

You don't seem surprised.

What, do you think
I killed him?

You tell us.
Looks like you two got into it.

Yeah, we had some words.
He called me names.

I threatened to teach him
some manners,

respect people who sacrificed

to defend the freedoms
he enjoys.

And then I returned to my car,
where I remained.

Check my dash cam.

Well, we commend you
on your service

to your country,
Mr. Dorman, and appreciate

your cooperation today.

Your hunting license
and permits are in order.

Firearms, however,
are not permitted on campus.

You brought four of them.

Get comfortable.
You're gonna be there a while.

You buying this?

I mean,
I know he believes it.

Everyone at the protest
thinks their side is right.

It's Moran.
We just found Aquino's mother.

He was my only child.

We moved here from Manila
when he was just a boy.

It was difficult,
but I wanted him

to have a good education.

When he got into Hudson,
he was so excited.

It sounds like
you raised him right.

I was worried that
he would get distracted

when he joined that fraternity.

I know the trouble
those boys get up to.

But then he resigned.

When did he resign?

Just a few days ago.

Did he tell you why?

He didn't want to talk
about it.

My boy.

Why would Jacob
resign from a fraternity

in the middle of the semester?
Smells like drama to me.

Well, Jacob was pre-med,

a focus on
novel protein analysis.

His lab partner got kicked out
of school last week--

cocaine possession.

Vivek Patel,
a junior molecular biology.

NYPD is sending over
the full report now.

Campus security must have
interviewed Jacob

in connection with it.
- They did. Nothing.

Jacob was clean,
or at least appeared as such.

- Got something.
- Yeah.

Jacob's mom helped
unlock his phone.

31 texts from
a Freddy Albrecht,

President of Pi Sigma Nu.

That's Jacob's frat.
- Former frat.

- Correct.
- Okay.

Jacob ignored the texts,
but they get pretty angry.

"You're starting
to piss me off."

Expletive, expletive.

"You forgot how much
I helped you."

Expletive.

Frat drama turns deadly?
I don't know.

Then there's this--

dash cam footage off our
suspect Frank Dorman's truck.

- Yeah. Wait, is that--
- Jacob.

Arguing with none other than
frat president Freddy Albrecht.

Looks like
it's back to school for us.

FBI. I'm Agent Zidan.

This is Agent Bell.
What's your name?

- Alistair.
- Okay.

We have some questions to
ask you about Jacob Aquino.

Yeah, that was crazy, man.

We're still shook.

Were you and Jacob close?

Yeah, we're all close
with Jacob.

Yeah, we're all like boys.

That's, like,
what Pi Sigma's about.

We're gonna hold
a vigil for him tonight,

even though
he's not a member anymore.

And why did he leave?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Is Freddy Albrecht inside?

Freddy? No.

Nah, Freddy--
Freddy took it hard.

After what happened, he split.

Freddy always looked
after Jacob, though.

They were--they were tight.

They were really tight.
- Really?

Because we have footage
of them arguing on campus.

I don't know anything
about that, man.

You gotta ask Freddy.

Do you know where he is?

His parents' apartment.
It's a sick place.

FBI. Is Freddy here?

Spread out.

♪ No more backing down

♪ No more turning round

♪ Well, I won't retreat
just yet ♪

♪ Won't be defeated now

♪ We'll set for
the old blockades ♪

♪ You haven't seen this rage

♪ Tell 'em I have arrived

♪ I came to move mountains

Hey.

Sorry, is the music too loud?

My bad.

Special Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.

We have a warrant to
search your property,

and we have a few questions
for you, Freddy.

Right.
You're here about Jacob.

You don't seem
that surprised.

You two were beefing, correct?
- Not really.

Just a little disagreement.
- Oh, really?

Well, you sent him
31 angry texts.

Then he dies,
and you left campus.

You see how that looks, Freddy?

I couldn't stay on campus.

I didn't wanna hear
anyone else's voice.

My parents are in Mallorca.

Got this place to myself
for a few days.

Mm.

That's nice.

What were you guys
talking about?

Oh, I needed to get
the letterman back

after he left Sigma Pi.
It's fraternity policy.

Sounds stupid. What's up?

That's just laundry back there.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Frat machine broke last week.

Foam party got out of control.

Yeah, so you decided to
put on a load of whites?

Is that part of your
grieving process too?

You know,
when we first got in here,

you shut this door.

It makes me think
there's something in here

you don't want me to find.
- Wait, don't--

Not the whites
I was talking about.

Put your hands
behind your back, Freddy.

You're really gonna take
all my stuff?

Is that, like,
standard procedure?

Don't worry.
We'll keep them safe.

But you might wanna wake
your parents up in Mallorca.

You're under arrest, Freddy.

Phew, you are a busy student.

That duffel was stacked
with 3 kilos of cocaine,

75k in street value.

Federal drug trafficking
charge with that weight.

You are looking at ten years,

and that is before
Jacob's murder.

I didn't kill Jacob.

Okay, well,
we have video and texts

showing you two
at war with each other.

Have you ever seen
a jury trial, Freddy,

in real life?

Jurors, real people,
working people,

they look at you, a rich kid
messing around with drugs.

They didn't go to prep school,
but they are street smart.

I don't see them buying
your little story about

wanting
a letterman jacket back.

No, whoever killed Jacob,

it was one of my suppliers.
They've threatened me before.

Who's your supplier?

If I talk to you,
they're gonna find out.

Whoever they are,
we can protect you from them.

Not from these guys,
you can't.

They're psychos.

Why would they wanna kill
Jacob, huh?

Because...

Jacob worked for me.
He sold on campus.

For a while,
everything was chill

until that kid got thrown out
of school, Jacob's lab partner.

We know all about him,
Vivek Patel.

He didn't give up any names.

It doesn't matter.

These guys are paranoid.

If Jacob's lab partner
got caught,

they'd figured he'd be next,
and then he'd squeal.

Okay.
Do you think he'd do that?

Hell, no.
But...

then Jacob wanted
to resign from Pi Sigma.

He wanted out,
but, you know, my texts.

It's not that simple.
I was trying to warn him.

Again, who's your supplier?

Freddy, you called
Jacob a friend.

Well, now is your last chance
to be a good friend.

Help us find his killers.

Our fraternity friend
has named his coke suppliers

as Mario and Cesar Becerra.
So what do we have on them?

They're persons of interest
in over a dozen

homicide cases with links
to the Jalisco cartel.

NYPD suspects them
of supplying colleges

across the five boroughs.

Just not a lot of evidence
at this point.

So if they did this murder
and we want it to stick,

we need more than
Freddy's theory,

something like, oh,
I don't know, a confession.

Think Freddy will wear a wire?

Mario and Cesar Becerra,

they're under investigation

by an active NYPD
narco task force.

Okay.

Building the case for a year,

they may not want
the FBI complicating things.

Who's running it?

Not a damn chance, Valentine.
Wheels are in motion.

I can't hit pause on
a long-term investigation

because you happen
to overlap on one case.

So we'll add our resources
and speed your case up.

Right, so the FBI
gets all the credit

on my guys' hard work?
Thanks, but no thanks.

We're not trying to step
on anyone's toes here, Marcus.

We're just following
a homicide case where it leads.

And we're trying
to close a dozen homicides

this crew did in service
of their narco conspiracy.

If we move in prematurely,
we won't be able to make

the other cases stick.

I understand that,
I do, but, look,

I can't abandon our case
because you got yours.

I think we should
join forces here.

Or you can sit this one out,

but we're gonna have
to move forward.

I get it.

You guys have your priorities.

Well, exactly. Thank you.

Just like you with your kid.

Sorry. What do you mean?
What do you mean?

I would have done
the same thing, too,

try to get him off
without an arrest.

Unfortunately,
I can't stop NYPD

from investigating the
trespassers at the protest.

We have our priorities too.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I didn't realize we were
firing up a joint task force.

Oh, yeah, Just looking
to coordinate with NYPD is all.

All right,
I'll call the commissioner

and make sure
everybody plays nice.

No, no, Isobel,
you don't have to do that.

I got it. Thanks, though.

I don't think I can do this.

You're the only one who can.
Okay?

The second that Mario admits
that he killed Jacob,

you pull right out of there.
- He doesn't trust me.

He thinks I'm just,
you know, what I am.

Your fear is your advantage.

Right now, in this moment,
all you have to be

is someone in over his head,

desperate to get back
in his good graces.

That's why you're want to him,
to let him know that

you can keep quiet,
unlike Jacob.

It shouldn't be
too hard to play.

Can I get my stuff back?

My wallet, they card me
all the time at this place.

There you go. All right.

We'll have a team
on the inside.

We'll all be able to hear
everything going on.

If you feel like things
are starting to go south,

you just say the word,
we'll move in, okay?

Suspect approaching.

Ghost me all day,
then all of a sudden

you wanna meet in person?

I'm not your bitch, Freddy.
Don't jerk me around.

What? You mute now?

No. I'm sorry.

I'm freaking out.

What happened to Jacob,
it's drawn too much attention.

Who the hell is Jacob?
Why should I care?

You know who he is, man.

He was one of my guys,
and now he's gone.

Cops are sniffing around,

so, like, we need
to figure out our story.

What story?
Are you gonna talk?

No, I'm not.

But Jacob wasn't
going to either.

You didn't have to, you know.

Yo, I didn't touch your boy.

Maybe it was one
of your other guys.

What's his name again?
- Alistair.

But he didn't do it. No way.

He didn't mention
Alistair before.

Must have been
protecting him.

Well, maybe it was
your brother, Cesar.

Honestly, I don't care
who popped the kid,

but I can see you got a lot
on your plate right now,

so this partnership
has run its course.

I'm gonna need
my supply back now.

All of it.
- Uh...

You tell him it's too
dangerous to move right now.

It's too risky.
Cops are all over campus.

I promise it's safe
at the frat house.

You know, that's funny,
'cause when you ghosted me,

I sent Cesar down
to your clubhouse.

They tossed that place
inside out.

And guess what? No product.

What are you--

I don't like liars, Freddy.

Mario, it's fine.

If I'm gone,
you won't find your supply.

You should be thanking me, man.

There are cops everywhere.
You're lucky I moved it.

I can get you your product.

I just needed to wait until
there were less eyes on me.

Now that we're clear,
let's get you your refund.

Mario, please.

You have till tomorrow.

- It shouldn't be a problem.
- Good.

Because just in case,
took out an insurance policy.

I get my product, you get
your friend Alistair back.

Then we're done.

Like done-done.

Okay, you heard it
from the man himself.

We now have a kidnapping
on our hands.

The Becerra brothers
are holding

Alistair Donnelly captive.
The question is where.

They said they took him
from the frat.

Does it have
any security cameras?

None that are working.

NYPD has still got
a minimal presence on campus,

but no calls or reports
have come in either.

I've been monitoring
social media

geotags around the campus.

One post stood out,
a TikTok from a dorm

near the frat house.
- Okay, guys...

It looks like
it was interrupted

by whatever was happening
outside their dorm room.

Like, oh, my God.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
what do you wanna bet

Alistair Donnelly's
in that trunk.

I can't confirm,
but I'm with you.

That's probably him.

- Can we get a plate?
- It's a little blurry.

All right, let's put a BOLO
out on that Challenger,

see if we can pick up a thread.
Meantime, I'll get with NYPD.

Get a list of strongholds
these guys use.

They're gonna kill Alistair,
just like they killed Jacob.

We are not gonna
let that happen.

The Becerras are gonna
go down for Jacob's murder,

but we need to get your friend
out of there safely first.

We're setting up a bag
for you to take to Mario.

The plan is,
you make that delivery

so we can get Alistair back.

I don't think
that's gonna work.

I think--
I think it's too late.

What do you mean?

Mario said he was holding him
as collateral.

Yeah, Mario said that,
but now Cesar's involved.

If Mario is the brains,

then Cesar is the fist
beating your face in.

He makes people bleed for fun.

At the bowling alley,
you said that you think

Cesar is responsible
for Jacob's death.

He's insane.

You tell me he caved in
the side of Jacob's head,

I'd believe you,
and if he grabbed Alistair,

I don't know, man, I'm scared.

Please, you gotta find
Alistair before they pop him.

Where could Cesar
be holding Alistair?

I don't know.
How would I know?

Where did you pick up
the product?

Never the same place twice.

But, actually,
first time we met,

Mario drove me around
the Bronx for an hour

till we got to some body shop.

They do custom mods.

They installed the trap
in my truck.

Caesar was in there waiting
for us in, like, an office.

Maybe it's their headquarters.

What's the name
of that body shop?

Hey, Marcus.
Thank you for coming in.

So, listen,
we got new intelligence

that your investigation
didn't reveal.

Mazel tov.

The location of a body shop
the Becerras operate.

Paradiso Motors, we know it.

It's one of their
legitimate businesses.

I think it appears that way.

But our intel says they use the
garage to fit cars with traps

to conceal, well,
whatever needs concealing.

- You got eyes inside?
- We do not.

But we would very much
like to get some.

That's why I called.

Yeah, so first you set up
surveillance on my target,

and now you wanna expose
our investigation

without knowing who
or what's inside,

including your victim.
- No. No.

We will not move in
unless we confirm

that they're holding
the kid in there.

We found the location,
but the bust is yours.

It's all mine as far
as I'm concerned.

Come on, Marcus.

I'm suggesting
that we move together.

Anything you find
as far as it pertains

to your case, the evidence,
the--the credit,

it's all NYPD.

We can't let this slip
through the cracks, Valentine.

That means whatever
this body shop is,

it's gotta be more than that.

Understood.

No, thank you, Commissioner.

Obviously, I had no idea,
and I would never

let something like this slide.

Absolutely.

Our privilege does not extend
to favors such as this.

But I would appreciate it
if you would keep this

just between us and trust
that I will handle this.

Thank you.

There's the blue Challenger.

Delta's at building.

Okay, we'll cover the front.

We'll wait for your signal.
- Copy.

All right. Hey.

If we do move on this,
it is my call.

Yeah, yeah,
I'm good with that.

We're about to get eyes
on the inside,

see what we're dealing with.
How are we doing?

Good. Almost there.

- We're in.
- Yeah.

Two guards at the entrance.

There's another one.
I think three.

Another three loading up a car,
20 feet from the entrance.

No sign of Alistair Donnelly.

You see any door that
might lead to the basement?

Okay, there we go.

We got a door on the west wall.

Two coming through
that door, both armed.

That's Mario Becerra.

With that many guards,

I'd say they're
hiding something.

Most likely it's our kid.

We gotta breach right now.

Wait, wait, wait.

Yo, what the hell is this?

We're compromised.

Execute. Execute.

Mario is in custody.
Front of building clear.

Grubb, on me. Give me backup.

Tango is down.

OA, cover us.

Shots fired!

Tango down.

FBI.

Come any closer
and he's dead.

Oh, so you like to gamble.

It's over, Cesar.

Put down the gun.
- Nah.

Take your finger
off the trigger.

Point the gun away.

Lower it to the ground slowly.

- Put it down.
- You got it.

No problem.
- Now!

This is Agent Zidan.
We have Alistair.

Send an ambulance
to our location ASAP.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Stay with me.

Stay with me. Stay with me.
- Thank you.

- OA.
- What?

This might be the same weapon
that killed Jacob.

Good work, guys.

How you doing, kid?

Lieutenant.

Valentine.

At least we can get
Mario to testify.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

ME's report came back
negative for the tire iron.

That's not what killed Jacob.
- Great.

So after everything, we still
don't have a murder weapon.

ME said that Cesar would need
something with a curved base

to inflict that kind of damage.

Wait a minute.

The students
were using bike locks

to barricade doors
all over campus.

Let me see. Yeah, right there.

Throw it up. Check it out.

Heavy U-locks.

Okay, if Cesar did use that
to kill him,

we didn't find one
in his body shop.

He could have stashed it
somewhere else.

Get a search party
to the campus.

How is he? Is he okay?

Alistair's gonna be fine.

He'll be in the hospital
a couple weeks,

physical therapy
for a couple of months,

but he's expected
to make a full recovery.

Thank you.

You know, this is all my fault.

If I--if I just told you about
Alistair from the beginning--

You screwed up, Freddy.

When you tried to lay
the blame on Cesar,

you said you wouldn't be
surprised if he was the one

that caved in Jacob's skull.

We didn't give you that detail.

You played us.

The murder weapon,
which we found in the dumpster

at your frat house.

You were so nervous when we
took your keys off of you

because you knew
that it would unlock that.

We talked to Mario.

No one in his crew has ever
heard of Jacob

because Jacob
is not in your drug ring.

What we think happened
is that Jacob found out

what you've been doing,
decides to leave the frat.

You confront him
at the protest.

An argument turns into a fight,
where you lose control,

because even though
Jacob was your friend,

you couldn't trust him
to keep his mouth shut.

His word wasn't good enough
for you, was it?

And you've been trying
to lie and manipulate

your way out of this murder,
which I understand that part.

What I can't comprehend
is why you killed Jacob.

He was really your friend.

But you beat him to death
with a bike lock.

I just need you to sign
at the bottom acknowledging

you're being referred
to the Office

of Professional Responsibility

for abusing your authority
in the release

of a favored civilian
without following procedure.

Is this really necessary?

Jubal, you violated
bureau policy.

I talked to Marcus
myself an hour ago.

They're not pressing charges
against Tyler.

When were you gonna tell me
about Tyler?

I only found out when
I spoke to the commissioner,

and I promised him
the consequences

would bear down on any person
who abused their authority.

Okay, look, I--
I cut a corner.

I get that, and maybe
I should have come to you,

but, Isobel,
if you send this to OPR,

they're gonna bench me.

Is this really necessary?

This is me protecting you.

So either you sign this form
and take time off without pay,

or you refuse to sign it,
and you have unlimited

time off without pay.

All right.

Hey. You, uh, doing homework?

No.

No? Looks like
you're doing homework.

Well, it's an essay.
It's a third of my grade, so.

Right.

Well, we gotta talk about it.

What's there to talk about?

I didn't ask for your help.

Well, I--I gave it anyway.

And I didn't do it
to prove some point.

I mean, you said you might

wanna join the FBI someday, right?

Well, guess what--they're a
pretty selective organization.

You wind up with a record,

that follows you around
for the rest of your life.

You're so proud of yourself.

Actually, I'm not, Tyler.

Because I broke the rules
doing what I did for you.

And you know what?
They suspended me for it.

And look, I'm not telling
you this so you feel bad

or so you--so you'll say thanks
or something.

It's kinda my job to help you
get through these years

without doing any
permanent damage, so...

however you feel about it,

I'd do it again.

My friends are in trouble
and I'm not.

And that sucks.

It's not fair.

I don't wanna be special.

Yeah, well, guess what?

You are.

I gotta finish this.

Yeah.