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Previously on East New York...
My name is Regina Haywood.

We, all together,

are going to stem
this violence

in East New York.

Why'd you volunteer to do this,
Quinlan?

Because I think
this is a good idea.

Gonna wait a long time

for that elevator.

Been busted
going on a month.

If we buy this
place, we should

do something different
with the bar menu,

you know, like not the
usual nachos and sliders.

I need to see your apartment.
Please tell me that lame-ass
line has never worked before,

because you've got
no game whatso...

Pump the brakes, Brandy.

I'm taking the other
unit in Ruskin Gardens,

and I want a look
at your layout.

Oh.

♪ I don't think
I'm gonna make it ♪

♪ Sorry I ain't make it
on time ♪

♪ I show up to the party
with a fresh set of lines ♪

♪ But the best get designed
when the stress is behind ♪

♪ So I'm fashionably late ♪
Girl, I know
you're not about to stand us up.

I'm on my way. I'm just stuck
in really bad traffic.

Aah!

Traffic, huh?

Look,

you just get here
before the cake comes.

Unless you want me blowing out
your birthday candles

and making that wish for you.

Oh, so cold.

I'll see you soon.

♪ I cannot wai-ai-ait ♪

♪ No time to explai-ai-ain ♪

♪ Loyal, loyal, hey, hey, hey. ♪

Look, now,
I said I was on my way...

You have a collect call from...

Green Haven
Correctional Facility.

Lamonte Jacobs.

Do you accept the charges?

Yes.

Hello, Regina.

Quinlan. Hey. Yeah.

The guys and I are
headed to Goody's for a
drink. You want to join?

Oh, no, I already got plans. Sorry.
Oh, yeah?

Hot date?
Yeah.

I'm gonna grab some Chinese food

from my favorite place
around the corner.

Crawl into bed,
watch TV

and, if I'm lucky,
I am asleep by 10:00.

Add in a cat and a Snuggie

and you're my
75-year-old grandmother.

Okay, you can mock it all
you want, but, you know what,

I am getting eight hours
of uninterrupted sleep tonight.

Okay. Rain check?
Sure.

All right.

To what do I owe

this honor, Lamonte?

It's been a long time
since I heard your voice.

Lieutenant Haywood.

It's "Deputy Inspector Haywood"
now.

You know, I miss our talks.

Today is

a special day.

How so?
You know

the Court of Appeals
shut me down.

Last month.
I did hear that, yeah.

Stare decisis.

All that time spent
in the prison library

trying to prove
prosecutorial misconduct,

witness tampering.

You managed to learn
a thing or two about the law.

Yeah, but I still lost,
didn't I?

I'm sure that's

a hard thing
for a man like you to accept.

It was. But, you know,
today, I had a breakthrough.

Is that so?
Yeah.

You know, I realized I was
looking at this loss all wrong.

It's actually a victory,
is what it is.

How so?

I'm free.

I'm not angry anymore.

Restitution...

is the name of the game
from now on.

I wanted

to thank you
for helping me see that.

Have a good night, Regina.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Think I found my tempo,
turn me up... ♪

♪ That's what's up ♪

Oh, you've got to be
kidding me.

Oh, yo, here
come the cop.

I'm not a cop right now.

All right? I'm just a tenant,

and I am politely asking
you guys

to please turn down the music.

In that case, no.

Cop.

Come on, I'm asking nicely.

What's so nice about you
barging into our living room

without so much as a knock
on the door?

Last I checked,
this is the front yard.

Exactly.

Our living room.

Hey-o, hey-o.
Look, look, look.

What you about to do?

Seriously?
What you about to do?

And I got more, too.
Guys, come on,

people have work in the morning,

and they need to get
a good night's sleep.
Aw!

Yet you the only one
out here complaining.

Cop.
Ooh.

Oops.
Ooh!

My bad.
Oh, she wild

for that. She
crazy for that.

She wild right now.

Look at her face.
You know what?

I am a cop.

And I'm writing you
a desk appearance ticket.

For what?

Well, that was
a noise code violation.

And I'm guessing
you're under 21,

which means
that you three smartasses

have been furnishing
a minor with alcohol,

which is a misdemeanor offense
with a $250 fine attached.

Yo, you're really
a bitch-ass cop.
For real.

Keep on talking
and I'll write you one, too.

Get going off somewhere.
Like, watch out.

Go get it. Go get
the ticket, cop.

Move it.
Who cares?

Oink, oink!
Bye!

It was not my idea!

It was so
your idea.

Ann. Excuse me.

Ann, back me up.

It was your idea. Boom.

Traitor.

"It's Montell Jordan, guys!"

No.
"Ooh! Boys II Men!

Oh, we have to
get backstage!"

You were desperate
to meet Nathan Morris.

Yes. Montell, too!
Montell, too!
Oh, my gosh.

And Sabrina was

the only one
you could convince... Oh.

...to slide through that gate
that led to the backstage. Oh.

Only for security to come
and kick us all out.

How much were those tickets?

What? Oh,

this birthday dinner's on me?

Okay. No, that's okay.
♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪
Oh...!

♪ Happy birthday
to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪
Ah!

♪ Dear Regina ♪

Aw!

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
Ah!

Thank you. Thank you.

Aw, happy birthday!

I love y'all.

We love
you, too.

Reg.

Hey, uh,

sorry to break up
the festivities.

Who died?

Deputy Inspector Haywood,

U.S. Marshal
David Westlake.

Lamonte Jacobs called you
from Green Haven

Correctional Facility
earlier this evening.

Do you typically accept
collect calls from inmates?

When I think I might
get something from them,

like a confession, um... sure.

What was that
call about?

About
a month ago,

Jacobs lost his appeal.

I was the cop who collared him.

He wanted to let me know

he finally accepted it.

Seeing that prison calls
are recorded,

you already know all this.

So why are you here?

Regina, when, uh,

Jacobs hung up with you, he...

went back to his cell
and faked a suicide attempt.

Faked? What do you mean,
"faked"?

He was being transported to
Vassar Brothers Medical Center

when he broke free
of his restraints,

and then he stabbed the EMT
and the ambulance driver.

Jacobs is probably halfway
to Canada by now.

Why the hell are you wasting
your time talking to me?

What...
Except he's not.
Jacobs ditched

the ambulance,
carjacked a Prius.

We found the Prius
abandoned underneath

the L train at
Livonia and Rockaway.

Jacobs...

is in East New York?

Happy birthday, Regina.

Forensics is collecting

evidence on the Prius now.

We should know more
within the hour.

Both the ambulance driver
and the EMT

were killed with a blade from
a razor he must've smuggled out.

This prison break didn't
just happen on the fly.

So my guess is,

the second
Jacobs lost his appeal,

he put his plan into motion.

So the EMT and
the ambulance driver

are only going to be the
first of many casualties

we're going to see.

We set up a hotline--

calls are
already rolling in--

as well
as a social media page

asking the public to post
any intel they have.

We got every precinct

in the borough sending
additional resources as well.

Good.

We're gonna need them.

You think
she had a hot date?

Aren't you the one
always telling me

mind my own damn business?
Can't remember

the last time
I was on a date.

Guess I'm living vicariously.

You smell
like a damn brewery.

I had a couple of beers
at the end of my shift.

I wasn't expecting
to get called back in.

None of us did.
All right, everyone.

Lamonte Jacobs is
one of the biggest,

baddest drug kingpins
Brooklyn has ever seen.

Bed-Stuy, Brownsville,
Crown Heights,

Cypress Hill and East New York.

His reach was far and wide.

Oh, boy,
is this really happening?
In 2017,

when I was a lieutenant
at the 7-3,

I collared Lamonte Jacobs

for the murder of rival
drug dealer Carlos Sanchez.

Jacobs was serving a
life sentence in prison

without parole at Green Haven
Correctional Facility,

where he escaped.

Any idea why he'd risk
getting pinched

by making a pit stop
in East New York?

Money. Passports. Help
getting across the border.

Lamonte
might have been locked up,

but his associates
still have skin in the game.

Okay. So who's helping him?

We have a few initial leads
that we're working on right now.

I knew Jacobs

from back in the day.

I see you have his baby mama,
Ava Martinez,

and their son, Drew Jacobs',
photo on the board.

Do you think
Ava might be helping him?

Ava eventually married.

She and Drew moved
to Stony Brook.

We have local PD en route
to her home right now.

That's one hell
of a wake-up call.

And it's not
just business associates

and family we need
to be worried about.

Lamonte Jacobs
wasn't your average

drug-pushing dealer.

This man took care
of his East New York community.

Paid for people's rents
when they were

being evicted,
he gave money to public schools.

And he had a bunch of businesses
that were legit.

At least two
still exist today.

So be careful.

A lot of people
in the community,

they look at him as a
drug dealer with a heart.

Mm. That's an oxymoron.

Which is why, until
we capture Jacobs,

we rule out no one.

U.S. Marshal
David Westlake,

he'll take it from here.

Chief. Captain.
All right.

The U.S. Marshals Office
has already notified

major airports,
buses, Border Patrol.

We need you to put the word out
on the street.

Contacts can be
incredibly helpful.

So lean on them.
All right.

You heard the marshal.
Let's get to work!

Let's put the word out
on the street!

Do some leaning!

Stan, where are we

with tracking down Ava and Drew?

Ava's cell went straight
to voice mail.

Local PD knocked.

Nobody home.

That's never a good sign.

Find out if Ava's mom

is still alive.
She and Drew

might've gone to her house
for the night.

What about Ava's work?

She owns a salon in the city.
Opens at 8:00.

I'll go by the salon
before heading to Green Haven.

If she doesn't know
about Jacobs' escape,

I want to be the one
to tell her.

Okay, Regina, but...
Detective Killian,

I know it's his day off,
but he's gonna have to...
He's my next call.

Okay, and in the meantime,

let Detective Morales
know she's riding with me.

Regina.
Chief,

I'm two steps ahead of you.
I got a car

on my house, but I really
don't think Jacobs

is in East New York for me.

He called you before he escaped.

Jacobs isn't
some thug drug dealer.

He's a businessman.

He's smart, calculated.

I've studied him
for years.

It's not in his DNA
to go after the cop.

Okay, the second
this thing get hairy...

I promise I will let you know.

Now if you don't mind,

I'd like to change
without an audience.

Okay.
Stan?

Can you put this in the fridge
with my name on it?

Yeah.

Red velvet, my favorite.

Don't even think about it.

Stan!

Looks good.

♪ Uh, the money don't stop ♪

♪ Going hard
until we reach the top ♪

♪ Hot joints,
you know we got guap ♪

♪ Pull up on the lot ♪

♪ Cop something
you know you couldn't cop ♪

Is that my underwear?!

Pig!

That's my Stones shirt!

Serves you right.

Excuse me?

Ticketing
those tenants.

Shame on you.

Well, they were being disrespectful.

No, they weren't. You were.

Well, I'm sorry
you see it that way.

I'm not
the only one.

No one wants you here.

You're a nuisance.

Treating us like witnesses
in your little investigations

or ticketing us
like criminals in our homes.

Leave.

You don't seem surprised
about Lamonte's escape.

Lamonte has been
looking for a way out

since the day he went in.

Still, it takes a lot
of hubris and help

to think you can pull
off a prison break.

My ex has both.

And I'm sure him losing
his appeal gave him

all the ammunition he needed
to bust out of there.

You knew he lost
the appeal?

He asked me to write a letter

to the Court of Appeals
on his behalf.

Did you?
Yes.

So you were hoping he'd get out?

No, but, my ex still
has people on the outside.

I felt I had a better chance
of seeing my son's 11th birthday

if I played ball.

Is that why you two
are here?

You think I helped
Lamonte escape?

Nobody is saying that.

Mommy?

I'm thirsty.
Can I have some soda?

There are juice boxes
in the fridge, baby.

Chips?
Grandma will be here soon
to take you to brunch.

Where were you
this morning?

Cops knocked,
no one was home.

My husband was
out of town on business.

So Drew and I stayed
at my friend Shellie's house.

You're free to call her.
We will.

Was the letter the last time
you talked to Lamonte?

No. After he lost his appeal,

he wanted me to bring Drew
to see him.

He wanted to say goodbye.

You didn't think that was odd?
The kid's ten years old.

Lamonte wanted Drew
to have a normal life.

He didn't want him
to be burdened by the fact

that his father was behind bars.

Looking back...

Looking back,
did Lamonte

mention anybody
who's still in the game

who might've helped him escape
or help him now that he's out?

No.

Detective Morales,
why don't you give us a minute?

Can you help me with this?

Mm-hmm.

So Jacobs was
your white whale?
Yeah.

It got me promoted to
lieutenant, special assignment.

Promotion like that comes
with a lot more money.

Money has its perks,
but Jacobs is a ruthless killer.

It was about getting him
off the street.

Wait, this is addressed
to Lamonte Jacobs,

but there's no return address.
Let's see.

My son has a bike like this.

The second I took off
the training wheels,

he broke his arm.

My ex still brings it up
every time we fight.

Whoa, you have a son?
How old is he?

Seven going on 17. Wow.

Do you think that bird is
Jacobs fleeing the coop?

I'm not sure.

You get anything from Ava?

Just that she's happily married
and her husband

very much loves her son.

I don't think she has anything
to do with Jacobs' escape.

You believe her?

I do.
'Cause she wouldn't be

the first woman
to go back to an ex.

You know
how many times

I went back to my ex, before
I finally ended it for good?

Yeah?

When there's a kid involved,
it complicates things.

Well, there are U.S. Marshals
on the salon and Ava's home.

So if he goes anywhere
near them, we'll know it.

"The Doctrine of Star--"?
No.

"Stare Decisis."

"To stand by things
decided."

It's a legal principle
that determines

points in litigation
based on precedent.

Okay.

Why would Jacobs be
reading this?

Jacobs did everything he could
to overthrow the verdict.

He's the kind of criminal who
looks from every single angle,

so we really have to search this
place top to bottom, you know?

Inspector?

Yes?

What?

You sure Lamonte Jacobs isn't
in East New York for you?

I'm thinking we should pull
you back from this case.

Yeah, I can't disagree, Regina.

We also might need some extra
security at your apartment.

Maybe even put you up
at a hotel.

I don't think
these news articles

are about me. Hear me out.

According
to the guards

at Green Haven Correctional,
Jacobs spent

most all of his time
in the prison library,

going over his appeal.

Poring through anything

and everything he
could get his hands on.

So you think that all
these news articles

was Jacobs doing his due
diligence in regard to his case?

Yes, the articles

got me thinking
about who might have helped

Jacobs escape, and who
is continuing to help him

stay hidden
now that he's out.

A lot of big players,
from back in the day,

they showed up in support
of Jacobs during his trial.

Look at that
right there.

See that? Right there.

Oh, wow, that's Moon and Bird. Yeah.

Moon Sr. got clipped
shortly after Jacobs went in.

Bird Sr., he's serving
time in Sing-Sing.

Not seeing how a dead guy
and an incarcerated guy

helped Jacobs escape.

Okay. These men

have sons
who are running things now

that their daddies
are out of the picture.

Alex Bird

and James Moon.

What's with that?
And this? It's the maple leaf.

That's the symbol
on the Canadian flag.

I think...

Alex Bird...

and James Moon
are helping Jacobs

secure funds and a passport
before he heads to Canada.

That's a hell
of a theory

based on a picture
of a bird and a moon.

We all know that prison cells
are routinely searched.

So whoever sketched this drawing

did it on the back
of this photo

of Jacobs' son because

they didn't want to send off
alarm bells to the guards

that Jacobs was up
to something.

If you're right, we got
to get this James Moon,

this Alex Bird, and like
he says, lean on them hard.

That's right. Yeah?

Excuse me. Killian just got in. Great.

Have him and Morales
talk to Pastor Rae.

And have Bentley and Sandeford
talk to Alex Bird.

Why-Why are we talking
to the pastor?

Pastor Rae was the last person
who visited Jacobs

before he broke out of jail.

He might be able
to give us something

that could help us
find Jacobs

before he kills anyone else.

Lamonte Jacobs escaped
from prison?

It's the first time
I'm hearing about it.

Come on, Bird,
it's hard to believe,

considering that we know

that Jacobs
called you at least four times

last month
while he was still in prison.

Last I checked,
talking to someone

on the phone isn't a crime.

Yeah, but harboring
a fugitive is.

No, I'm not harboring anyone.

Now unless you plan
on charging me for something...

Hey, hey.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Guess we're gonna have to sit
on him and wait to see

if Jacobs
shows up.

You see that box
that was just delivered?

It contains ink tanks.
156 milliliter

high-capacity ink tanks
to be exact.

Which is definitely
not compatible

with that printer
right there.

Why you talking to me about ink?

The only printer
I know of

that requires that type of ink
is for making passports.

And last I checked, the only
people that are supposed

to be making passports work
at the Department of State.

You're sure that's the ink?
I'm sure.

I had an uncle that worked
at the Department of State.

He took me
to work once to show me

how they make passports.

Bird has the capacity
to make fake passports.

Could be why Jacobs
is in East New York.

So we get a warrant?

No, no, we need more than
ink to get a warrant.

You got another uniform
in your locker?

Yeah, why?

I've never actually been
inside one of these.

I've been in
a lot of them.

Comprehensiveness
in conducting

a search sometimes
requires it.

Yeah, I can see where
that could be the case.

Oh!

It's not too attractive,

the kind of things
you find in here though.

It's good you elected
without being told

to be the one going in.

Shows character.

That what it shows?
Also it's important

that a police officer
is not easily nauseated.

This it?

Yeah, that's it.

Drop it in there.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

The Baptist Church of Hope was

Lamonte's mother's second home.

She was a Sunday
school teacher here.

So when Lamonte asked me to come
visit him at Green Haven, I...

I figured I owed it
to his mom, you know?

God rest her soul.

She passed away
last year.

Oh, of course,
we understand that.

Is there a more private place
we can talk?

I really don't think I can
be much more help, Detective.

Well, we just have
a few more questions.

Uh, sure.

I still can't believe
Lamonte escaped.

Yeah, us, neither.

Yeah, so, uh,
when you were visiting

Lamonte at Green Haven, uh, did
he mention a friend or business

associate he was, uh, still in
contact with in East New York?

Gosh, uh, no.

We mostly talked
about, uh, his appeal.

He was in a dark place
when he lost,

so he wanted me
to show him the light.

He found the light all right. Yeah.

What was that?
Uh...

broken speaker.

Got an electrician
back there working on it.

I should probably
go check on him.

Ah, it's cool. We'll wait.

Um, you know, I've got
a sermon to prepare for.

You seem awfully territorial
over that door.

I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

You hiding Jacobs?

I'll call for backup!

You're looking at aiding
and abetting, Pastor.

Okay? So unless you want
your perp walk broadcast

all over the 6:00 news,

you better tell me
where the hell Jacobs went

right now.

Suspect is said
to be wearing a red hoodie,

black jeans,
black and red sneakers.

He is six-foot-two,

approximately 195 pounds.

He is armed and dangerous.

Now you guys break off, go
search the side streets. Go now.

All right, I'm gonna
need you to take a step back.

Police.

Stop!

Excuse me! Excuse me!
Sir!

What the--?!
Killian, Morales!

On it!

It's over!

It's not Jacobs.

It's James Moon.

Yeah, we got
a decoy over here, too.

Where is he? I know
you know where he is.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I was just going for a run
when you jumped me.

What the hell's going on, James?
Stand over here!

What the hell did you do?
Shut up, cuz.

The U.S. Marshals that were
sitting on Ava's salon are dead.

And Ava and Drew?

Is she gonna make it?
She lost a lot of blood.

We won't know.
until she's in surgery.
Ava!

Where's Drew? Did your
mother come get him?

Lamonte took him, Regina.

He has Drew.

We got to move. Go, go!

How the hell
did this happen?

Wait a minute. Hey.

This is the video camera

from the salon.

The kid appears
unharmed and seems

to go willingly
with his dad.

Any way we can
get the, uh, plates

off of Jacobs'
getaway car there?

We put out an
APB and an Amber Alert.

All right, hey, Pastor Rae

and James Moon lawyered up.

You want us to keep
working them or what?

I need a minute.

Hey, hey.

Come on, now, talk to me.

What's going on?
Because if Ava dies...

Ava dies,
that's not on you.

That is not on you.
You couldn't have known

what was gonna happen.

I promised.

I promised Ava that if Jacobs...

Ava was your C.I.?

I mean,
'cause there was no mention

in any of Jacobs'
case files that I looked at,

but I'd be surprised
if you didn't have one.

It was Drew.

It was Drew.

Jacobs' son?

Jacobs took Drew with him

the night he murdered
Carlos Sanchez.

He told Drew
to stay in the car,

that he'd be right back

and that's when Jacobs
went into the woods.

My God.

Drew had to pee,
he got out of the car.

When he heard
the two men screaming,

he went a little closer

and that's when he saw Jacobs'

hands around Sanchez's neck.

Did Drew actually see

his father choke Sanchez out?

No, he got scared, immediately

turned and ran back to the car.

And what about Jacobs?
Does he know that Drew saw him?

No.

But later that night,
when Drew got home,

he told his mom what he saw.

It was a turning point for Ava.

She realized
she couldn't protect Drew

unless Jacobs went away.

So she let you
talk to him.

Yeah, but only if I promised Ava

that...

Jacobs would never know it
was Drew that gave him up.

And... until today

I planned to take that
to my grave, okay?

You think that this kid,
he remembers any of this?

No, he was five at the time.

But when I talked to him...

it wasn't as a cop.

I asked him
all the right questions.

I got all the information.

And then I put together

the rest
of the investigation myself.

And now Ava might die.

And Jacobs has Drew.
Regina, Regina.

Given everything that Jacobs
has done since he's gotten out--

the EMTs, the Marshals, Ava.

If his intent was to hurt Drew,

he would have done it already.

I really hope
you're right about that.

Yeah?

Inspector?
Oh.

Officer Bentley pulled
this passport photo

out of a dumpster at
Alex Bird's place of business.

The shipping store.
The kid had his eyes closed.

It's probably why
they tossed it.

It's Drew.

Can we make a case to the judge

that Bird's been making
fake passports?

We can try.

Good work, Officer
Sandeford, good work.

You're not the only one
that wants to see

Jacobs back behind bars.

I know some people saw
this cat as some kind of...

folk hero, but I caught
more than one body

that I'm sure was Jacobs'
doing during his reign.

All right, we got
lunch from Goody's in the house!

Ma'am, ma'am,
with all due respect,

I don't care what
your psychic friend told you,

Lamonte Jacobs was not sitting

at the front row of Hamilton
last night, thank you.

Geez.

What's got your panties
all in a bunch?

Very funny. Who told you?

Told me what?

Some kids at Ruskin Gardens
stole my underwear.

So you're going commando?
No.

They hate me.
What did you do?

What makes you think
that I did something?

You are kind of defensive,
for one.

So I may or may not have...

Dude, you stink.

Sandeford had me
dumpster diving.

I'm starving.
I'll change after I eat, okay?

Well, I may or may not

have written a couple of tenants

tickets for having a party
too loud last night.

You're lucky
that's all they did.

Well, I screwed up.

How-how am I supposed to fix it?

Well, for one, tear up
the tickets.

And two, stop
acting like a cop

for two seconds
and be a tenant.

That's not even
gonna scratch the surface.

Think bigger.

Like a grand gesture.

Duck?

Who the hell puts duck
on grilled cheese?

It's an American classic.

They also raised the price
of the sandwich

from $6.95 to $17.95,

so you owe me
another 11 bucks.

For grilled cheese?

Yeah, this has Gruyère cheese
and caramelized onions on it.

Gruyère! Killian... you
got to talk to Corinne.

I've been eating the same
grilled cheese sandwich for

ten years at Goody's. You don't
mess with a man's sandwich.

I hear you, all right,
but I'm trying to be supportive.

Just try it. You might like it. Doubtful.

Well, if you don't want it,
Captain, I'll take it.

Hands off. $17.95.
Killian, Morales?

I need you to put James Moon
in interrogation room one.

And Pastor Rae in room two.
Even though they lawyered up?

You got a problem with that?

All right, let's go.

Well, your lawyer should
be here any second.

I mean, not that he's gonna
be able to do anything more

than maybe plead your sentence
down from ten years to seven.

You know, I understand
why Jacobs'

business associates
are helping him, but...

for the life of me,
I can't figure out why you are.

I asked for my lawyer.

And he's on his way.

I just thought you'd be
more comfortable

waiting for him in here.

With me.

Here, there?

I ain't got nothing to say.

Do you even know how many times
my church has been vandalized?

Robbed?

12 times.

One night I was
walking to my car

and two guys jumped me.

They threw me
in the back of their car.

And at gunpoint,

they forced me to empty out
my entire bank account.

And then they beat
the crap out of me,

threw me out of their car

on the side
of a road.

And I had nightmares
about it for months.

I'm sorry that
happened to you.

But then, uh,
Nora Jacobs,

Lamonte's mom,

she brought her son
to church one day.

And he asked me
to describe to him

what those two men looked like.

And within a day,

he found out where they were.

And he restored
law and order

to my church
and everyone else around it.

And I slept better
that night than I had...

...in a very long time.

With the way
this community feels

about Jacobs, I'm starting

to wonder if we're ever
gonna catch him.

Ava's awake.

♪ Wake up, wake up,
get your cake ♪

♪ Don't listen to 'em,
never be fake ♪

♪ Always be great, get steak,
get filet mignon ♪

♪ And, yo, get hoochies
till the early morn ♪

♪ All my hype,
that's what I've been on... ♪

Hey.

When y'all done
with this little

fishing expedition,

I'm gonna sue your asses.

Yeah?

Well, if I find out
that you knew where that kid was

and you said nothing,

I will make it
my mission

that the D.A.
and the judge on the case

throw the book at you.

You got me?

Yeah, whatever, old man.

Yeah.

Whatever.

Stan.

You're gonna want
to see this.

I hope you look good in orange.

Tell me you found Drew.
Not yet.

But we're working
on it.

Now-- One second.

It's a text from
Captain Yenko.

Is it about Drew?

Did they find them?

These are new passport photos
taken today.

I know it looks bad...

but I can explain.

Seeing as you almost died,

I don't think Lamonte
shooting you was for show.

So why don't you tell us
what the hell is going on.

Lamonte told me about his plans
to break out of prison.

He said he wanted
Drew and I to join him.

I thought
he was talking crazy.

But the more we talked,

the more he convinced me
that James Moon

and Alex Bird
were gonna help us get away.

The plan was to get passports

and then lay low in Cuba
before heading to Morocco.

Where there's no extradition.

After everything
you went through--

we went through--

to put him away!

To protect Drew. Why?

I had issues with my husband.

He smacked me around
a few times.

Jacobs swooped in.

Right?

Made a bunch of promises.

He seemed like a changed man.

Yeah.

But it was more than that.

Drew started asking a lot
of questions about his daddy.

He wanted a
relationship with him,

and Lamonte promised me he
was done being a gangster.

He just wanted
to be a father to Drew.

And you fell for that?

He said Morocco had
the most beautiful beaches.

And he wanted
to take Drew fishing

like he used to
at Greenpoint Landing.

Guess I got...

caught up in
the idea of us

being a family again.

So what changed?

When did it all go wrong?

He promised me he was done
with his dope-dealing days.

But then...

he showed up at the salon.

Started talking about how Canada

was gonna hook him up
with some product

to move.

He said we couldn't leave
until we met up with her.

"Her"?

Canada's a person?
Not the country?

Canada Howard.

James Moon's cousin.

Guess she's
a player now.

I should have known
the second Canada started

passing him notes in prison...

he had no intention
of leaving the game.

Ava, what time is Lamonte
meeting up with Canada?

Jacobs didn't get into specifics
about where the meet

with Canada was going
to take place-- just that

it was supposed to happen
at around 4:00.

That doesn't give us
much time.

We searched
James Moon's apartment,

Canada Howard's house.
Their cars are accounted for.

We got nothing.

Yeah, James Moon's lawyer
is here,

so he ain't saying anything.

Nothing.
No.

Checked Canada's phone logs, emails,

social media sites--
all dead ends.

So we don't know exactly
where they're meeting

to do this
exchange, but,

come on, there's-there's only
so many ways out of the city.

And didn't Ava say something
about Jacobs having

a-a connect in Florida,

supposed to help
'em get to Cuba?

With the amount of heat
he has on him,

there's no way
he would charter a private jet

and risk getting pinched.
It's just...
Yeah. With the Amber Alert

that they put out
on Drew,

doesn't make much sense
taking a bus or a car either.

And once he meets
up with Canada,

he's gonna be carrying
weight, so it's just...

What's left?

A boat?

Ava mentioned that Jacobs
wanted to take Drew fishing,

just like he did
at Greenpoint Landing.

Less traffic there
than at Silver Creek Landing.

I mean, you know, you just push
off and no one would notice.

Come on.
Let's go.

Hey, this is Suarez for Harbor.

You're here.

You got the package?
Yeah.

Hey!

She was here
when I got here.

She took my phone.

Don't worry about it.

Inspector Haywood. Lamonte.

You weren't really going
to leave

without saying goodbye,
were you?

You're
a fascinating woman.

Where the rest
of them at?

Lamonte, come on.

'Cause I know
you're not alone.

Where the rest of them at?
Dad,

this is the woman
from Mom's salon. Yeah.

I know, son.

Hey.
I know.

This nice woman

just came

to wish us well on our trip, right?

Right? 'Cause you
know damn well

I ain't going back.

And you know there's no way
I'm letting you get away

with your son.

The only way I'm leaving here

with you is in a body bag.

And I know

you're not gonna shoot at me,

'cause you ain't gonna risk
hurting my son.

Right?

So why don't you just go
on your merry little way?

Is this really what restitution
looks like to you?

I got my son, all right?

All these years,
him being raised

by somebody else.

Teaching him how to ride a bike
and-and throw a ball

'cause you locked me up!

So, yes,

this is what restitution
looks like.

So what now? Drew spends
the rest of his life on the run,

away from the only person
who's known him

every single day
of his life, his mother?

Is this the kind of life
that you want for Drew?

He's with his father!

I'm not gonna spend the rest
of my life locked up in a cage!

Not being able

to hug my son.

Get on
the boat.

Get on the boat!

Don't even
think about it!

Dad, what's going on?

Please don't
shoot us.

Please, don't shoot us.

Don't worry
about it, son.

Nobody's gonna shoot you. Dad.

Please.
Nobody's gonna shoot you, okay?

Drew, why don't
you come with us.

Let the boy go.

Dad.
Listen to me, son.

Dad, please.
Now, listen to me.

I love you, Dad.

Just let go.

Please, Dad.

Please.

Son, I love you. Okay?

I love you.

Sorry, cuz.

Take him away.

That's twice now that you,
uh, collared this guy.

Yeah.

They might be putting
you up for a medal. Somehow,

it doesn't feel like much
of a victory to me this time.

You worried about them?

That make me a bad cop? I...

got too close
on this one.

Makes you human.

I guess I can live with that.

You did everything
you could on this one, Regina.

And she's free
to go.

Now it's gonna be up
to Ava to...

do right by that young man.

Can you give me a ride
back to the precinct?

Uh, I think you can walk
and clear your head.

Mm, yeah, I mean...

it's a long walk.
Come on.

Yo.

No, please,
do not put me on hold.

My God.

Yo.
They put me on hold.

You want to go grab a drink?

You know, you'd think
a cop calling the city

about a busted elevator
in the projects would,

you know, help move the needle
just a little bit.

You know how many elevators
are broken down

all around this city?
Yeah.

It would take--
it would take...

the president of the United
States being stuck inside

to get them to fix it.

You're a genius.

That's genius.

Not sure what I said,
but okay.

Calling 311

and telling 'em
that Deputy Mayor Sharpe

was stuck inside this elevator?

I should phone your superior.

Well, according to
Penal Code 1968, Ted,

this broken elevator is
a life and safety violation.

Don't penal code me.

Fine.

Mrs. Ferguson.

Who?

She's 68 years old
and lives on the sixth floor.

She has a wheelchair and
hasn't been able to go outside

for the past three months
because you never came around

to fixing this elevator.

And then there's Mr. Williams.
He's 82, on the fifth floor.

He's diabetic
and walks with a cane.

And he's been missing
his past three months

of doctors' appointments
because of this broken elevator.

Okay, Susan B. Anthony.

You made your point.

No, I don't think I did, Ted.

The only reason you came here
tonight to fix this elevator

is 'cause you thought someone
important was stuck inside.

But I want you to know
that every single person

in this building
is important.

You might want to save some
for your Emmy speech.

I'm just glad
we're finally having that beer.

The foyer isn't exactly what
I had in mind, but yeah.

What are you talking about?

This is our den.

And out there,

that's our living room.

I've learned.

Okay.

That should do it.

Let's take her
for a spin.

What the hell was that?

Oh, my goodness.

Have the desk sergeant enter
the paperwork on my desk

before going home. Okay.

Hey. You ever have a grilled
cheese sandwich with duck?

No. It sounds disgusting.

That's what I thought.
And then I tried it,

and the meat was so tender.
So I look it up,

and I find out it's cooked
in its own fat for hours.

Ooh. Oh, that reminds me--
my birthday cake.

I almost forgot.

Oh, ab-about that.

With all the cops and the
detectives and the marshals--

d-don't forget
the marshals...

...they ate your cake.

It wasn't much of
a birthday anyway.

I'm sorry. Yeah.

Come on.
All right.

Let's go. Okay.

After you.

Stan, what's going on?

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♪ Birthday ♪
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♪ To you ♪
Oh!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Thank you.
♪ Happy birthday ♪

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Thank you! Thank you.
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I want to put on your mind ♪

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