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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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