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- In the nation's
largest city,

the vicious and violent
members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime
Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

- My father, he took a bullet
to save another cop's life.

That's who he was.

So what's the Brotherhood?
- We look after each other.

I want you to keep
an eye on Van Aller.

- Those two women that got
gunned down the other night.

- The lawyer and her client.

- She found out
about the Brotherhood.

- Van Aller was scared
out of his mind

that Donnelly would find out.

- Derrick's my brother.
He doesn't know I'm a cop.

When the operation is over,
I plan to tell him.

- The Albanians are gone.
So are the Italians.

I've outmaneuvered, outplayed,
outlasted

all my rivals.

- But I can't
shake this feeling

of betraying these people.

- Tell me about
this world of feeling for you.

What lives there?
- My father.

- Your dad and his partner,
they get ambushed

by this hothead kid
who's unarmed.

Your dad's partner
shoots the kid.

- Dead?
- Dead. Major screw up.

They gotta justify
the shooting.

So your dad has his partner
shoot him in the leg.

Got a damn Combat Cross.

♪ ♪

- New ADA?
- Keller Shapiro.

The district attorney's
new handpicked new ankle biter.

- Sergeant Bell.

Where's the proof
that Frank Donnelly is running

a criminal enterprise
out of the 3-7?

- We're still building a case.

Everything's
not buttoned up yet.

- You got one dead cop
who committed a murder.

- Wrong, we do have a dead cop,
whose name, by the way,

is Matthew van Aller,
but he committed two murders

and tried to pin it on
a member of the Marcy Killers,

which is actually what
this taskforce is being tasked

with investigating,
the Marcy Killers.

- So why not investigate them

and leave
your fellow cops alone?

- IAB asked Detective Stabler
to investigate

Donnelly and the Brotherhood.

- Oh. That's who you are.

Then do this quietly,
and do it fast.

I need solid proof--
- Counselor?

Thanks for dropping by,
but like the sergeant said,

we're in the middle
of compiling our documentation

to prove, in fact,
that they are a gang.

But in the meantime, we'll just
work quietly and quickly.

- Get me audio and video.

I'm reluctant to put you
on the stand.

They'd rip you apart after,
uh, what's-his-name.

- The man who murdered my wife?

♪ ♪

- What do you think?
Wear a wire?

- Absolutely not.

Donnelly's too savvy for that.

There is a better way at this,

but we only have one chance
to get it right.

- Flip someone.

♪ ♪

Sweet ride.

- Yeah, tricked out.

Solar battery,
double-padded saddle,

custom pegs.

Ugh, you're making
your "something is wrong" face.

What's wrong?

- Well, now that
you mention it,

would you mind digging
into a cold case for me?

- Say the word.
What's the case?

- My father, Joe Stabler,
he received a Combat Cross.

Just, I wanna know
about the circumstances

surrounding that scene.

- Cold case with
family resonance, I'm down.

- Yeah. Thanks, I owe you.

- Yeah.
Hey, we should ride some time.

- It's on my bucket list.
- You just said you owe me.

- I told you, little king,
you gotta trust me on this.

We move this key,
next time we get three.

- Damn, bro,
what about the Marcy Killers?

- Those clowns are done.

Webb's gone soft.

Old man's lost his grip.
- Says that scar.

- This is the best he can do?

We've got nothing
to worry about.

♪ ♪

- You sure talk a lot, Chopper,

for someone
who's got nothing to say.

- I'm just trying
to make it out there.

Same as you.

- Your side hustle cutting
into Marcy Killer business?

That's how you, uh,
trying to make it?

- This ain't gotta be a thing.

- One of y'all ain't gonna
make it out of here today.

- Whoa, this ain't got nothing
to do with me.

- I know. I know. Just Chopper.

Get outta here, dude.

Now, I thought I'd made it
clear with your second strike

that there wasn't gonna be
a third.

Didn't I say that?

Huh?

- You've really lost your mind,
old man.

- Hmm.

- So listen, I got this CI
up on Mother Gaston Boulevard.

Her boyfriend's
a small-time pot dealer.

But apparently
he hit the lottery

'cause he's waving all kinds of
cash around the neighborhood.

- So we gonna bust him
or rob him?

- We're gonna bust him
then rob him.

- Pot dealer? Is it worth it?

- Forget about the pot, man.
The cash.

- It's free cash, baby.
- Cash is cash.

Now you're catching on.

- Have you been checking in
with the guys?

What with the Van Aller thing?

I'm a little worried
about Carling.

- Carling? No, no, no.
Don't worry about Carling.

I'll tell you who
you should be worried about.

Worry about Santos.

'Cause that guy, he's shaky.

So I want you to keep
an eye on him, all right?

- We have a 10-39-P
in progress

at 7537 Pitkin Avenue--
- Unbelievable.

Son of a bitch is at it again.

Unbelievable.

- Uh, 2-4, we'll take that.
You know the address?

- Yeah, I know the address.

Mr. and Mrs. Oswald.
Wait till you see the husband.

This guy's a piece of work.

Hang on.

- NYPD, open up.

- Mrs. Oswald,
Detective Donnelly.

You remember me?
- I didn't mean to call.

It was an accident.

- Well, all the same, we'd like
to take a look around.

- Everything's fine, honestly.

I'm fine. You can go.

- Step away from the door.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- Ah!

- Okay, okay, it's all right.

We're not gonna let
anyone hurt you, okay?

Okay?
- What's gonna happen to him?

- We're gonna take him
to the precinct

and book him this time, okay?

All right? Do you have
somebody you can call?

- You don't
have to call anybody.

I'll be right back.
- Don't count on it, dirtbag.

- I'm gonna get you sent
to urgent care, okay?

Have somebody look
at those cuts and bruises.

And I'm gonna send a friend
of mine over there.

Her name's Melinda. Okay?

She's a victim services
advocate.

All right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay. So let's go sit down.

I'll call and make sure
somebody is on their way.

- So much for the Mother Gaston
job, huh?

- Hey, man. This is better.

Come on, let's go.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Dad.

Dinner's here.

- Oh, good. Okay.

- Is that Papa Joe's?

- Yeah, I think so.

Let's eat.

- You see all of this, Isaiah?

Huh?

The rewards of my blood,
sweat, and tears.

I did what I had to do
for my family.

I did it all for our family.

And I'd do it all again.

And when my body is gone,

our legacy will be lasting.

- Well, in order for
your legacy to be everything

that you just promised
our grandson,

I'm gonna need your body here
for a while longer.

We have work to do.

- Is that
what you've been eating

the whole time I was gone?
Greasy takeout?

You know, hospital food's
better than this crap.

- Let me help you with that.

- I can do it myself, please.

There, you see?
Grandma's still got it.

- How come we never talk
about Papa Joe?

- What's there to talk about?

- Why don't
we just have dinner?

- What do you want to know,
honey?

- Just wanna know
why we never talk about him.

- Hey, Mama, what can we do
as a family

to make your reentry
a little smooth?

- Uh, well, for one thing,
you could not steal my meds.

- Thank you for this food
and for all the gifts

that you've given to those
around this table.

In Jesus' name, amen.

Amen.

- So in your sermon, you said
that you came up in Brooklyn.

Do your folks still live there?

- They passed away
a while back.

- Yeah, sadly the Rileys
haven't been whole

for quite some time,

which makes this especially
sweet for me and my sister.

Isn't that right, Carmen?
- Yeah, sure.

- All the more reason
to welcome you to this table.

May this be the first of many.

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- I'ma go do some homework.
- Sit down.

We stay at the table
until everyone's finished.

- I'll tell you something
about your grandfather.

If your father ever
rolled his eyes at him

like you just did,

he'd box his ears.

- Really? Like, literally?

- Yeah, literally.

Just smack him
right upside the head.

And if he ever sassed him--
- Mama, enough.

- He'd shove
a big bar of soap in his mouth.

- Eli, go do your homework.
Leave your phone.

- Thanks, Grandma.

♪ ♪

- So hey, listen,
I want you to think

about my idea to endow
a charitable foundation

and free medical clinic
at the church.

- I don't have to think
about it.

You two just tell me
when you want to get started.

- Well, thank you so much
for having us for dinner.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

- All right, good night.
- Good night.

- Yeah,
that charity foundation?

That's not happening.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you have any idea
where their money comes from?

- I see.

So their money's only good

when you're lining
your own pockets with it?

- Look, just don't go
blowing up our spot

talking to them
about Mom and Dad, okay?

Promise me.

- Why is Eli suddenly
so interested in your father?

- I don't know.

He was a good cop, wasn't he?

- What kind of question
is that?

- Well, you know,
his Combat Cross.

What's the story behind that?

- Well, that was the pride
of our family.

- Yeah, I know.
I've heard that.

And I've heard the story
a thousand times.

He threw himself in front of
a bullet to save his partner.

But...

what's the, uh...

you know, what's the story?

- How would I know?

- What do you remember?

- Just that they called me

and told me
he was in the hospital.

And, you know, that's it.
That's all they tell me.

I don't know,
is he alive or dead or what?

But they don't tell me.
Well, they never do.

It was just, you know,
"Don't tell Bernie anything.

"She can't handle it.

"Don't tell her
your secrets either.

"She can't keep a secret.

"God forbid you tell her
your secrets.

- Mam?
- "Don't tell her that he's...

Cheating."

♪ ♪

"Don't tell her
that he's suspended."

- Mama?

Mom?
- What? Huh?

- He got suspended?

- Who?

- Pops.

Your husband, Joe.

- Joe never got suspended.

No.

And don't you question
your father.

Your father was a good man.

He would never do anything
to shame his family.

And don't question him.

If you question your father,
he's gonna do something

much worse than box your ears.

He'll..

he'll do worse
than he did to that perp.

♪ ♪

- Jessie Santos.

Transferred to the 3-7
a few years ago.

Wife Rosaria and one kid,
eight.

He applied to take
the Sergeants' Exam

but never followed through.
- Do you know why?

- Nothing
in his department records.

His socials are bare bones,

and I can't touch his bank
records without a subpoena,

but he took a bunch of trips
to Boston last year

and paid for them with Venmo.

- Maybe an affair?

- Or an addiction problem.

There are several payments
to a rehab center gift shop.

- Get the information
to Stabler.

- Yep.

♪ ♪

- Hey, what's up, man?

You got it?

- Hey, Santos.

Hey.
- What you doing here, man?

- Gonna ask the same thing
about you.

I had a online date.
It was a bust.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, it was what it was.

What you doing?
You moonlighting?

- Yeah,
I work private security.

- Hmm.

Good gig?

Look, if you need some money,
man, you--

that's what
the Brotherhood's for.

- It's not enough. Okay?

- Okay.

Jessie, what's going on?

- See that cab over there?

It's the sign.
- Yeah?

- Got a detail assignment
on a jeweler in town

for the convention.

Carries a million dollar's
worth of diamonds home

in a briefcase every night.

♪ ♪

Promise not to say anything?
- I would never do that.

Those diamonds?

- It's cubic zirconium.

Same weight
as the real diamonds.

By the time the guy notices,

he'll be halfway
across the continental U.S.

Need a wingman?

♪ ♪

The diamonds are fake.

He's gonna swap them out
for the real ones tonight

at that big jewelry show.

- At the convention center.
- Yeah.

- It's one of the biggest
diamond conventions

in the world.

- I mean, the plan is...

it's pretty good,
I just don't know how

he thought he was gonna
pull it off by himself.

- So he offered to cut you in?

- Yeah, that's how afraid
he is of Donnelly.

Strict rule, no outside hustles
from the Brotherhood.

- Donnelly's smart.

Guys go out on their own,
they get sloppy.

That's why
he hasn't gotten caught.

So maybe we can bug Santos's
car to get him on record.

- Let's get our friend Shapiro
to get us a warrant.

Right?

Hey, Jet?

The...

- Right, sorry.

Uh, IAB ran a joint
investigation with the 2-7.

Three witness accounts

corroborated
your father's story.

Officially,
it was a good shooting.

- Thanks.

- His father?

- Well, I think
the church needs to evolve.

I believe in trusting
in the conscience

of our parishioners.

And if your faith urges you

to baptize
young Jackson Bell Bullock,

I support you fully.

- I remember a time when
Ezekiel wasn't so progressive.

- Well, the truth is,
I have a sister--Carmen.

She's helped me to open
my heart to LGBTQ folks.

- Carmen?
- Oh, Pastor Riley.

This is too funny.

- I think
we've met your sister.

Does she work
for Congressman Leon Kilbride?

- She does.
- What are the chances?

I think this is meant to be.

- Why would it be meant to be?

- I got offered the job.

I was a public defender,
but I took time off

when I got pregnant.

Now I'm ready to go
back to work.

And I was up for a job

at Congressman Kilbride's
old firm.

- Amazing.

Congratulations.
- Yeah, congratulations, baby.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Well, the offer just came in
this morning.

You were at work.

- Uh, you haven't taken
the job yet, have you?

- Not yet.

Do you have a problem with it?

I just, I wonder
if Jack is still too young.

- We have discussed this,
Ayanna.

He loves Marguerite.

I'm Mommy, you're Mama,
she's Miga.

- That sounds like MAGA.

- Okay.

- Look,
can we just take a second

and think about it?

- I have done nothing
but think about it.

This is a dream job for me.

And frankly, I'm hurt
that you don't support it.

♪ ♪

- So how are we supposed
to recognize this guy?

- He's a pot dealer.

He'll have a manbun
and fanny pack.

That's 40%
of the people in here, man.

- Yeah.

You know what's sad?
- Hmm?

- This used to be a cop bar.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah.

This was the place my dad,
your dad, their whole crew,

this is where
they used to hang out.

You know, do their thing.

- What does that mean,
"do their thing"?

- You know.

Do business.
Take care of each other.

Yep.

- I don't think
that was my pop.

- What are you talking about?

It was all of them back then.

You know,
they worked the streets.

And if, you know,
streets offered up a little,

they took it and put it
in their pocket, you know?

- Nah, I don't--I just--
I don't think so, you know?

I lived with the guy.

Every day of my life,
he basically said

man's got two things.

His word and his reputation.

- He might've said it,
but he didn't live it.

- Hey, Frank?

You don't know my old man.

- Okay.

But I knew my old man.

And I know what he taught me.

Okay?

The only people looking out
for cops

are other cops.

They put their lives
on the line night and day.

If there was a little taste
to be had,

they felt they earned it.

It was true then,
it's true now.

Oh, that reminds me.

I got a present for you.

Found this the other day.

Look at that.

My old man and your old man
back in the day.

- Hmm.

- This guy ain't gonna show.

We'll come look for him
another time, all right?

- Mm.

- Yeah, your pops
was a good-looking guy.

What happened to you?

♪ ♪

- Just hung up with Shapiro.
He approved us for the wire.

- What about an arrest?

- No arrest yet. Wire first.

- So what's our next move?

- Stabler and I came up
with a plan.

We'll be at Nolan's coffee shop
on 61st.

Maldonado,
you're on the street.

Stabler and Santos
will be inside.

Your job is to keep them
from seeing the van.

- Copy.

- Cho, can you get us
inside the van?

- Once we're in range, I'll
hack the Bluetooth key fob.

I can pop the lock
as soon as they're inside.

- Jet, you plant
the listening device.

- In, what, 60 seconds?

No pressure.
- Let's do this.

I'll call Stabler.

- He's meeting the client
at 7:00,

but I'll get him
to that coffee shop

that we talked about
beforehand.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Okay, Jet needs time
to place the wire.

Can you keep him busy?

- Yeah, I'll keep him busy.
Don't worry about that.

Look, I gotta go.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Are you?

When are you going to stop
investigating yourself?

- What?
- You're nothing like him.

Elliot, you're a good man.

♪ ♪

- All right, man, let's go.

Quick in and out.

- In and out.

- It's go time.

♪ ♪

- Pulling up now.

- What do you want?

- I'm good. Just get whatever.

- Coffee?
- No, no, no, I'm good.

- Copied his code, you're in.

- What are you doing?

- I'm ordering.
I gotta figure out what I want.

Um, give me a double espresso.

♪ ♪

- Yo, Santos, hey, hey.

What time you got?

- We're close.
- What do you got?

- We got 30 minutes.

We gotta get moving, man.

- Jet, talk to me.

- I'm almost there.

Just gotta make sure
the wire's secure.

- Okay, as soon as Maldonado
gets there

and puts the parking ticket
on the windshield,

you gotta get outta there.

- Copy that.

- All right, here it comes.
- Jesus Christ.

- Can I get you anything else?
- We're good, we're good.

Thank you so much.

- Smell that. Smell that.

- Yeah, it's good. It's good.

It's good.
- It's beautiful.

All right, that's for you.
Thank you.

- Thank you so much.

- Hold on, come here, come
here, come here, come here.

Just give me a second.
Santos, relax, relax. Uh...

- Have to get outta there.

- Jet, it's not connected.
There's no connection.

- Hey, let's go.

- We gotta go.
- I know we gotta go.

Don't rush me. Um...

I don't know if I want sugar.

- Power's on, I don't--oh.

- Hey, man, hey.
- Go get, excuse me--

- Yo, I'm right here.
It's going down.

Going down. It's going down.

- Get outta there.

- How about now?

- We got it. Get outta there.

- Mmm.

- That's it?
- That is it.

Awesome. Thank you.

- He's coming.

- I'm not done yet.
- All right.

They're coming out.
They're coming out.

- Hey, he's coming.
- Always ready, my man.

- Hey. No. No.

Oh, no.

Hey!
- Hey, hey--

- Hey!
- Come here, come here.

Relax. What are you doing?

- It's bad, man.
It's gonna be in the system.

- Hey, now,
don't worry about that.

I'll take care of this.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, relax.

- All right.

- So I'm gonna be honest
with you.

I've never done
a diamond heist before.

What do we stand to score?

- Clifton Hurley is carrying
at least a million dollars'

worth of rocks.

But we're fencing
to a middleman,

so we'll clear half that.
- Wow.

Hurley? That's the client?

- Diamond broker from Zurich.

Been his security detail
the last three nights.

But tonight, I drive him
from the convention center

straight to the airport

where he's catching a plane
to Dubai.

You and me,
we gotta take care of business

before we get him to that car.

- All right.

- Here are your credentials.

This includes a layout
of the convention center.

On the second floor,
there's an atrium.

When I see you downstairs
in the lobby,

I'm gonna give him this--

Uh--
- How you doing?

- Jesus. Frank.

♪ ♪

- Nice night for a heist, huh?

- Now you know I got eyes
and ears all over this city.

Let me ask you guys something,
I'm a generous guy, right?

- Definitely.
- Yeah.

Bring you in on every piece
of action that I have.

I treat you with respect.

- We respect you, Frank.
- Yeah, Frank.

- And how do I get treated
in return?

I get treated--whew, in a very
disrespectful fashion.

And I gotta tell
you guys something.

It hurts.

- Didn't mean no disrespect--
- It hurts.

- Didn't mean no disrespect,
Frank.

I just wanted
to keep things breezy.

- You wanted
to keep things breezy?

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Trying to plan a job
behind my back?

Trying to cut out the one guy
in this city

who's pulled more heists
than--than anyone?

- Keep talking, Donnelly.
- Is that breezy to you?

It's not breezy. It's stupid.

- Yeah.

Stupid.

- Run your plan down for me,
genius.

- I was just telling Stabler
that every night

I carry
a bottle of water for Hurley.

He has a heart condition
and takes his pills

exactly at 8:00 every night.

Keeps an alarm
set on his watch.

Stabler's another dealer.

At 7:58,
he'll be across the lobby

on his way to the elevator
with these.

Just as I hand Hurley
the bottle of water,

take his meds.
I put niacin in it.

Hurley won't know what hit him.

He's gonna get stomach cramps.
Think he's gonna vomit.

Blood pressure will tank.

Rush him to the restroom,
passes out, and--

- I do the switch.

- Who's the buyer?

- Buyer's an importer
from Santiago.

While I drive Hurley
in a company car--

- I'm gonna meet him
down in a warehouse on Canal.

I'll show him the product.

If he likes it--
which he should--

cash, man, all cash.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Guess what?

I'm in.

- Frank, you were never out.

Right?
- Yeah.

See you inside.
- All right, see you inside.

- Yep.
- I'll be there.

- You did good. It was
a smart move to bring me in.

- That's what partners
are for.

And speaking of Santos, man,
this ain't right.

What he did ain't right.

- Hey, let me just explain
something to you though.

It's way more complicated
than you think it is.

Okay.
You know his daughter, Sara?

She has leukemia.

Yeah, he's been
shuttling her back and forth

between here
and this fancy clinic in Boston

to get treatment.

His insurance
is completely maxed out.

Just the most innocent,
beautiful little girl.

- Holloman Pediatric
Cancer Hospital.

It's a block away
from the rehab center.

- I know,
he keeps it very quiet.

- Well,
Frank Donnelly has a heart.

Who would've thought?

- Stay sharp, brother.

All right?
- Yeah.

- Let's hit it.

- Car is waiting outside,
Mr. Hurley.

We have a 55-minute drive
to the airport,

allowing for traffic.
We have plenty of time.

Very good.

Do you have the water?
- Of course.

♪ ♪

- Hey, you--you okay,
Mr. Hurley?

- Um, where's the restroom?
I'm feeling nauseous.

- Here, let me take you.

It's not working.

- What--
what are you talking about?

It's not working?
- It's not working.

You told me
the left index finger.

- I did? I, uh, I think I meant
to say the ring finger.

- Well, you also told me
that we got three chances

before the locks seize up.
- It's the ring finger.

Sorry, closed.

Closed for service.

Jessie.

- I don't know
what to tell you.

It's the ring finger.

Hey!

- Sorry, there's another
bathroom down the east wing

by the elevator.

Closed.

- Yes.

Hurry.

Hurry up.
- Shh!

Hello?

- Closed--there's another
restroom on the east elevator.

Sorry, closed.

- Come on.

♪ ♪

- Mr. Hurley? Mr. Hurley? Sir?

Sir? Hey.

You may have hurt you--
you okay?

Mr. Hurley? You're good.

It's all good.

- Hey.
- What are you doing here?

- Give me the stuff.

- What do you mean,
"give me the stuff"?

I'm supposed to give it
to the buyer.

- I know. Santos doesn't know
what the hell he's doing.

I got a new buyer,
a better fence.

- That wasn't the plan.
- This is a new plan.

I'm taking over. Come on.

Give it to me
and just walk away, okay?

Bye.

- All right, Mr. Hurley.
We're good. Good on time.

We're gonna get you
to the airport, okay?

We're still good.
- Something's not right.

I wanna go back inside.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- NYPD. NYPD.
What's the problem here?

- This man is trying to rob me.

- What?
- Yes.

- Okay, you. You stay there.
What's your name, sir?

- Clifton Hurley.

- Mr. Hurley, you just wait
in the car here.

All right?
- What about him?

- I'm gonna go back,
and I'm gonna talk to him.

Figure out what's going on.
Okay?

- Change of plans.
Give me the keys.

Come on. Screw.

Come on, hurry up.

Okay, Mr. Hurley.

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- Where are you taking me?

- I'm taking you
to the airport.

- No, I want to go
to the police station.

I said I want to go
to the police station.

I have to make a full report.
- About what?

That you fainted
in the men's room? No.

- I was robbed.
I said I was robbed.

- Sir, you were not robbed.
- Sir, listen to me.

These are not my diamonds.

- I think
you're a little groggy.

- They were switched--
I'm not groggy.

Don't tell me how I feel.
- You--

- These are not my diamonds.

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

- I was drugged,
and I was robbed.

- Listen,
when we get to the airport--

- I'm not going to the airport.
Okay? I'm not going anywhere.

I want out of this car.
- Okay, just relax, sir.

I want you to relax.
- Let me out of this car!

- Calm down.
- Don't tell me to calm down.

You--where are my diamonds?
- Hey, hey, hey.

- You know something.
Where are my diamonds?

- Relax.
- Stop the car.

- Enough, enough, enough.
- Hey, let me out!

- Come on, hey.

You know what?
- Let me out!

- Hey! Hey!
What are you doing, man?

Give me the--what are you--

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- But you had the diamonds.
- Yeah, then Donnelly took them.

He told me there was
a change of plan.

Hey, Jet?

Santos was supposed
to take Hurley

to the airport last night.

- Ah, well, according
to the flight manifest,

Hurley missed his plane.
- Different flight, maybe?

- No, nothing on record.
I also checked CBP.

- All right,
what about the hotel?

- He checked out last night

before he went
to the convention center.

I ran DAS surveillance footage

to see if he came back there
for any reason.

But I got nothing.

- All right,
let's focus on Santos.

What time
does he clock in today?

- Tonight,
working the graveyard.

- We'll put out a missing
persons alert for Hurley.

See if he turns up anywhere.

In the meantime,
we're waiting for Shapiro

to review our wiretap and see
if it meets his threshold

to bring Santos in.

- Oh, you look so good.

That's a happy day.

There you go.

- My parents would have been
so proud.

- Tell us more
about your parents.

What did they do?

- Oh, well, my father,
he was actually--

- Sorry, I didn't realize.

I didn't know you were having
a meeting.

- We just established

the Cassandra and Preston Webb
Community Health Clinic

at Ezekiel Baptist Church.

The Lord is good.
- Yes, he is.

- Amen.
- Amen.

♪ ♪

- This is unexpected.

What did you want
to pray about?

- I'm praying I'm doing
the right thing

with what I'm about
to tell you.

You shouldn't have taken money
from those people.

- We've already talked
about this, Carmen.

You can't put yourself
above Preston Webb.

Especially not
when you work for him.

- I don't work for him.

I'm undercover.

- Say what?

- Like Daddy was.

I'm a police officer.

I'm investigating Webb.

- Since when?

- Six years.

I came out of the academy,
went right undercover.

Joined a gang called
the Marcy Killers.

You know who they are?
- Yeah, sure, yeah.

I've heard about them.

- The Marcy organization,
Preston Webb?

- Yeah. I know.

And I've heard all the rumors.

Look, Daddy--Daddy
wouldn't've wanted this.

He never wanted any of his kids
to do what he did.

Our father was killed
in the line of duty.

- Do you know who killed him?

♪ ♪

- Jessie Santos.

♪ ♪

- Come in.

You know, I didn't know
your father all that well.

He was half a generation
ahead of me,

just like I'm half a generation
ahead of you.

- I understand that.

But you were there
when he got that.

In the department.

Right?

- I take it
you've heard the stories.

- What stories?

- People talk a lot of crap.
They talk too much.

It's better to shut your mouth.
- Are they true?

- Tell me what you've heard.

- His partner Gus Hansen
shot a kid, unprovoked,

and my father staged his own
shooting to cover it up.

- Your dad was a loyal partner.
Courageous.

That was his reputation.

He'd be the first one to show
if backup was needed.

- Why won't you answer
the question?

- Because I don't know
the answer.

But I know this.

When your dad came up,
this city was desolate.

Bankrupt.

Crime-riddled
on almost every block

in every neighborhood.

The police department
was broken.

All right, out-manned,
out-gunned, and underpaid.

These were tough men
in a tough situation.

And they were doing
the best they could.

Was there corruption?
Of course there was.

Were there bad cops?
Absolutely.

That is the world that
your father was working in.

It was a dangerous time.

♪ ♪

- Look, this much I know.

As difficult as Joe was
in many ways,

he was a great cop

in his day.

Well, you see,
I'm guessing that...

your father gave you this medal

as a kind of
act of contrition for him.

Maybe.

His way of saying,
"You do better.

You honor this cross and all
that it's meant to represent."

♪ ♪

Elliot.

We've all done things
that we're not proud of.

- You're telling me.

♪ ♪

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