The rioting spread to another cell block.
That makes three on two tiers.
She wants to hold a press conference.
ESU on the scene?
On but not in, pending our "go."
SRG.
Strategic Response Group means you have a strategy, usually.
That's her contribution?
- I hear sarcasm. - No.
Carlton, tell her that'd be like fiddling while Rome burns.
I want to know the one thing I don't get in this.
Can you guess what that thing is?
Why are the inmates acting out
when taking away solitary is supposedly a win for them?
Half right.
What's the other half?
Are we sure it's the inmates?
Or are the corrections officers acting out in protest?
They put on a uniform every day just like cops.
And maybe when a mayor takes a tool out of their belt,
they act out, just like cops.
I got nothing that says it's the COs.
You got nothing from who? COs?
Yeah, the COs, like my brother-in-law Lenny,
been on that job for 14 years and he's a good man.
Carlton, you can...
Sid, this is a policy beef, not a family one.
All due respect, cops and COs are part of the same family.
But tell her to expect his call
and don't try to duck it, comprende?
The mayor says it's an experiment
and many experiments have unstable launches...
Of all the ignorant, egghead, bleeding-heart...
Just the messenger.
If an experiment blows up the lab,
you shut down the experiment.
She's gonna have to hear that from you.
Send in ESU. Got it, boss.
And she sure as hell will hear it from me.
You and me.
No.
Me and Sid. Set it up.
Set it up, please.
Hey, what do we got?
Jessica Rossi, 40s, looks like she was cut from ear to ear.
No weapon found.
Discovered lying here on the kitchen floor
by her oldest son, Nick.
She's got three kids in all,
two boys, one girl.
Where are they? Over here.
Nick, Detective Reagan, my partner Detective Baez.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?
Steve, take Nicole into the dining room.
Wait for Grandma and Grandpa.
Okay?
We were told that you were the person that found your mom.
Could you take us through what happened? Step by step.
I, uh, came in through the front door like I always do,
and I called out for her.
She was home a lot,
but she'd be out sometimes,
so I didn't think much of it when she didn't respond.
Nick, if you're not up for this, we can do it another time.
No. I can do it. I want to help.
Okay. You said she didn't respond.
What happened next?
I went into the kitchen to make some food, and...
it didn't even look like her.
There was blood everywhere.
We're so sorry.
Now I wish I had.
Should have at least tried to help.
There's nothing you could have done, Nick.
It was too late.
Or given her a kiss, said good-bye.
What about your father?
Is he, uh, on his way home?
No. He moved out a year ago.
Haven't heard from him since.
Will you be staying with your grandparents?
I guess.
- Definitely not my dad. - Okay.
Is there anything else that you could think of
that might be helpful to us?
Well, I was thinking, um...
Go ahead, Nick, you can tell us.
Is that how I'm always gonna remember her?
No.
But it is gonna take some time.
What's the holdup?
People have places to be!
Let's see who ran out of gas
in the middle of the intersection today.
All right, okay. All right, we got it.
We're checking on it.
Hey, ma'am. Hey, can you hear me?
Hey! It's locked. Hey.
Jamie, we got to get in. Yep.
Hey, are you okay? Hey, can you hear me?
Hello! Hey! All right.
I'm getting her out. Hey, Eddie, call a bus.
Central, 12 David, we have a female
approximately 18 years of age,
unconscious at this location.
We need a bus forthwith
at West 44 and 11th Avenue.
She okay? What's happening?
I'm not getting anything. How far out is that bus?
We're gonna need more
than CPR.
Okay, you take over. I'm gonna give her the Naloxone.
Go.
Do you think that'll reverse the overdose?
Okay. Set.
Come on, sweetheart, get up.
Let's get up.
Come on.
Come on, hey.
Hey. Hey, you hear me?
What's your name? Hey!
Jamie, Jamie, she's not waking up.
Hey, can you hear me? Can you hear anything? Hey!
Nothing's happening, Jamie. Nothing's working.
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What did you find
when you ran the ex-husband, David Rossi?
A few misdemeanor assault collars from a few years ago.
Apparently, David Rossi owns a lucrative paving company.
And Jessica win over a million in assets in the divorce.
So much for that million now.
She won every cent she asked for,
including full custody of the kids.
I wonder how she pulled that off.
Apparently, Nick testified against his father
in the divorce hearing.
See, that's something I'll never understand.
You know, parents, they always say
it's all about the kids.
They don't want to put them through hell,
then they throw them on the stand
as soon as they see dollar signs.
Yeah, I think he wanted to.
What makes you say that?
Nick gave convincing testimony
that his father physically and verbally abused them.
Physically abusive ex-husband.
I guess it's time to pay him a visit.
We'll wait till she wakes up.
Now might not be the time to ask her questions.
She'll have to spend the night here, sober up.
Will a guardian be joining her?
No.
Certainly someone should call her parents.
You must have her phone.
She's 18. Legally, she's an adult.
When can we move her to the precinct and process her arrest?
We have her on an Naloxone drip.
When we think she can sustain without it,
once the heroin's out of her system,
you guys can take her.
But she's gonna be okay?
Because of you, she should be.
She might be a little sick, probably try to get away.
Most of them do.
We'll make sure she doesn't.
She seems awfully young.
When she's good to go, just let the guarding officer know.
Okay.
Hi, Gina.
I'm Nurse Labrant. I'll be taking care of you.
Um, I'm fine. I don't need to be taken care of. Where's my car?
You're not getting your car, Gina.
What are you guys doing here?
Do you realize that you're under arrest?
How are you feeling, Gina?
I-I'm fine.
Where'd you get the heroin?
I-I don't know.
Um, I don't remember.
Um, what is this?
I'll explain everything.
Feel better, Gina.
Let's go.
But we have it under control?
No. We have it under control for now.
Since when are we on different teams?
Since my officers were put in the crossfire
and you put them there.
I didn't expect this to go without any conflict.
Madame Mayor, ESU can only sustain this for so long.
You need to reinstate the option of solitary confinement.
What we need is patience and perspective.
Yeah, well, we're fresh out of that.
All due respect.
I'm not sure
what Lieutenant Gormley's role here is.
When I want to know what the boots on the ground
are saying, I look to him.
I am making him available to you.
Is there anything you can add
besides the boots on the ground don't like this policy?
- Yes. Why they don't like it. - Okay.
It elevates the so-called rights of the incarcerated felons
over the CO's ability to safely do their jobs.
It's causing way more harm than good.
So was solitary confinement.
It's not the same thing.
We're not here to defend solitary.
We are here to protest your policy as it stands.
It's like a dry run with live people involved.
And we got dozens of ESU officers in on their day off,
and dozens more on extended tours.
40% of all prison suicides
take place in solitary.
Not to mention, it costs our taxpayers $78,000
per inmate, per year,
to more or less facilitate those deaths.
Is this about a budget?
At the end of the day, we all live by a budget.
At the end of this day, some may not.
May not what?
Live.
And if it's a CO or one of my officers,
there's gonna be hell to pay.
And if it's an inmate
that life somehow matters less, Frank?
I didn't say that.
Any life lost to this kind of fuzzy social experimenting
is a waste.
Any life.
So, you save a life, and now you're just gonna let it
get ruined by the system?
That drug saved her, not me.
Right. You and the miracle drug.
You think that drug is a miracle?
What do you mean? Of course it is.
You know, it's not just EMTs and hospitals that have it anymore--
the addicts carry it around. So what,
are we just supposed to let people die?
All I'm saying is, I don't know if it's such a good thing
to make an OD less threatening.
She messed up.
Haven't you ever messed up as a teenager?
Did you ever... get caught with pot
or stupidly drive drunk?
I don't know. Not really.
Well, it must be nice being so perfect.
You know what, I can't help but wonder,
if she were different...
What do you mean?
If she were a poor male,
more like the people we typically arrest...
Don't even go there, Reagan.
It's like you see yourself in her or something.
How can you say that?
I don't know, I'm just saying it how I see it.
You know where I can find David Rossi?
David Rossi.
Police. Need to ask you a few questions.
Look... you obviously don't know my ex-wife and I
if you think I can help you.
Uh-huh. We weren't exactly
on speaking terms.
Okay. Well, when's the last time
you did speak to her?
Maybe... two years ago.
We've exchanged words since,
but I don't think it qualifies as talking.
Did your wife have any enemies?
No. I mean, she was a real pain in the ass,
but she never pissed anyone off for real.
- How about you? - Enemies?
I got a few.
But anybody who knows anything wouldn't go after Jessie
to get back at me.
At least... not anymore.
How about before, who'd go after her before?
I didn't mean it like that.
How'd you mean it? When Jessie and I
were good, we were good.
I was protective--
you couldn't get past me to her if you tried.
So then where were you Monday afternoon?
You think I did it?
The mother of my children?
Hey, I'm just checking off all the boxes.
My oldest found her.
You think I would do that to him?
Your oldest testified against you in court--
I'm sure that pissed you off.
But I don't go and kill his mother!
Hey, I'm still talking to you.
Hey!
Charley!
This lunatic thinks I have to talk to him.
Well, my client has nothing to say.
Oh. You're his lawyer? You keep a lawyer on call?
Charley works for my company.
Not that it's any of your damn business.
Yeah, we need to ask you to leave.
You know, only guilty people keep lawyers
on retainer.
With cops like you, only idiots don't!
You don't owe me the apology.
I just, I-I promise, I didn't mean to cause you any trouble.
It's no trouble-- it's my job.
Please don't tell my dad, I'm begging you.
This isn't a hundred-dollar parking ticket.
How much is it gonna cost?
Thousands of dollars-- depending on the lawyer.
Wait. Wait. I'm gonna need a lawyer?
And pay a potential fee, maybe several.
Can you afford that?
No.
You should tell your parents, Gina.
No, no, no. They will absolutely kill me.
You almost did that for yourself.
I screwed up, and...
and now I don't know what to do.
You're gonna need help.
They're not gonna help me with this.
Who got you that car
and the insurance that comes along with it?
- My parents. - Exactly.
Okay, but what do I say?
You're asking my advice?
Please.
You could start by telling them what happened.
They're gonna be so disappointed.
Could I ask? What was it, your ACL?
What?
I saw the soccer bumper sticker on your car.
Did you get injured? MCL.
MCL. And they put you on oxy?
Yeah.
For a couple months.
Then the prescription ran out.
Yeah.
And to think I was embarrassed
about having to wear a cast for most of my senior year.
Look at me now.
Come on. I'm gonna call your parents.
I'm gonna have them come down to the precinct to meet you.
Okay? Come on.
Your sister came through with the subpoena.
Got the phone records.
Great. See, I knew it-- she may act up,
but deep down inside she's a big ball of mush.
Anybody on here who can help us find out
Rossi's whereabouts at the time of the murder?
He had an incoming right around that time.
All right, great. Let's talk to them,
see if they could tell us where he was.
You're not gonna like who it was.
Well, who was it? Nick.
He called his father right after he found her.
He told us he hadn't talked to his father in a year.
Can we trust anyone in this family?
?
Gina Marie.
Mom, I'm sorry.
I'll give you a few minutes,
then I have to put her in a cell.
- I-I really can't go home with them? - No, Gina, you really can't.
You shouldn't even be talking out here right now.
Thank you, Officer.
Johnson.
Five minutes, then they're out.
I'll be back to process her.
Thank you.
Officer.
We didn't raise her this way.
I'm not here to pass judgment. There has to be
something we can do to help.
I think just being here
for her now. I meant... for you.
Please don't do that.
What will it take? Whatever you want, we have it.
That's a felony.
She can't stay in there.
Her bail will be set tomorrow
at arraignment. She has to say overnight?
- She does. -She's just a kid.
Who committed a very serious crime.
Five minutes.
?
Wait'll you hear this.
According to Carlton,
she likes all the officers on her detail except one:
Officer Bunuel.
What's her beef with Bunuel?
Her gender.
Clarice Bunuel.
Wait. What?
'Cause she's a woman seems to be the problem.
Talk about the pot
calling the kettle black.
I don't think that's what that means.
What's the detail say about our mayor?
In terms of?
In terms of how she treats our cops.
They like her.
To a man, so to speak.
She treats them with a lot of respect,
and has a nice variety of snacks.
They lifted the lockdown an hour ago.
Fighting broke out 20 minutes ago.
An ESU officer was stabbed
in the neck above his vest.
Condition?
Critical but stable. En route to St. Victor's.
- This has got to stop. - I'll tell your detail.
Where you going? To see my officer.
You got to be kidding me.
They made you go back to school already?
Nah, I wanted to go back.
I hate being here. I know what you mean,
believe me.
So, about your dad...
What's up
with you and his relationship?
What about it?
I don't know, when's the last time you talked
to him, exactly?
A year ago, like I said.
They split up, and he hasn't cared enough
to talk to us since.
You know, Nick, if you really want to help
the way you say you do, this might be
a good time for you to tell the truth.
Come on, I know you called your dad
after you found your mother.
I swear I just didn't know who else to call.
He was too far away anyway-- he couldn't make it in time.
Nick, come on.
You got to tell me the truth here, kid.
Your dad beat you.
He beat you and your mother,
on more than one occasion, and he beat you bad.
Yet he's the first person you think to call
after you find your mother dead? Why?
I made a promise to my mom
to keep this secret. Well, that's got to be
one heavy load for you to be carrying around, kid.
I think maybe this would be a good time
for you to tell me the truth.
I lied at the divorce hearing.
About your dad?
Yeah.
And your mother put you up to it?
She said it was the only way for us to stay together.
What'd she make you say, Nick?
She told me to tell the judge that...
he hurt her and that he hurt us
and that he was dangerous to be around.
Was that the truth, Nick?
He never laid a hand on any of us.
All right.
Eddie.
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
Uh, hang on.
Let me grab my phone for a sec.
Can you say that again, please?
I'm sorry about what I said.
It's okay.
There might be some truth to it.
Doesn't matter, I shouldn't have said it.
Besides, you were right about one thing,
she is totally clueless.
Think there's anything we can do to help?
Maybe. I think so.
You know, when I was 18,
I swear, I was much more mature.
I find that hard to believe.
Come on. I got to go process her arrest.
The parents just left. I don't think that was such
an easy conversation. I could use your help.
I do like this look on you, Reagan.
Hmm?
You're a real softy.
Ugh.
Gina? What the hell happened?
- Gina! - What happened? What happened?
She's not breathing.
You administered Naloxone? Twice.
Try again.
I'm sorry. She's gone.
Move, move, move.
Hey, Gina. Gina, hey, hey.
Hey, Gina. Come back to us. Hey, Gina, come back.
Come on. Come back to us.
Come on, Gina. Gina, come on. Come back.
Put in a second call for a bus.
Come on, Gina. Come back, hey.
I'm pulling my people in 24 hours.
You won't do that.
I've got an officer badly wounded.
They're not sticking around for more.
You would leave the correctional officers there
without any backup? Of course not.
You'll call the governor
and request state troopers and National Guard.
I don't take orders from you. It's not an order.
When you say it... You have every right
to ignore my advice,
and I have every right to act when you do so.
You work for me.
I work for my police officers.
They're not canaries in your coal mine.
Don't you paint me with that brush.
My cops and your detail, ask them.
They'll tell you you're making a huge mistake with this
identity politics take on prison reform.
You're a real piece of work, Frank.
And the governor has the power to fire me.
- I know that. -Just checking.
Call Albany.
Let me clarify.
You left her alone, out of a cell,
for long enough to go unconscious and be surrounded
by a dozen or so officers... To talk to her parents.
...where she subsequently died.
Do you let all of your prisoners
make themselves at home in the precinct?
Of course not.
So you extend that courtesy to just the females.
Sergeant, that's out of line.
She was a kid.
She needed her parents.
Technically, she was 18 years old.
Have you met an 18-year-old?
The attitude isn't gonna help the fact
that you and your partner failed to follow proper procedures.
Officer Janko had nothing to do with this.
I was the arresting officer. I administered the Naloxone.
How much previous training did you have
with the Naloxone device?
I attended the department training.
Do you believe you administered the fluids correctly?
I did it as I was taught.
And when you came upon Ms. Walker unconscious,
the second time, did you use Naloxone?
No. Other officers were already trying to revive her.
Without success.
Look, the ME explained it to me.
All the Naloxone does is balance the heroin.
The hospital misinterpreted the amount in her system.
We're not disputing if the hospital is or is not to blame.
We don't work for the hospital. We work for NYPD.
Well, they're the ones that should be answering
these questions, though, not me.
Officer Reagan, you took part in administering Naloxone
into Ms. Walker's system.
So you're telling me if I sat back, waited for the EMTs,
and didn't save her life, I wouldn't be in this mess?
That would make it a pretty unusual case.
If the murderer is a stranger of a female victim,
rarely does the rape kit come up clean.
No sexual assault, no forced entry.
It's gotta be someone she knew.
What else can you tell us?
She did die quickly.
The incision around her neck was extremely deep.
Killed her almost instantaneously.
Any idea what kind of knife was used?
Not a knife.
More like some kind of tool.
Tool like you'd find in a toolbox?
No. Tool like you'd find in a toolshed.
Something meant for wood, maybe gardening.
More like a machete.
Did you see anybody working around their place?
No.
But I did see her perfect gel manicure.
No way was she getting those hands dirty.
Right.
You know, it kind of feels like I'm the one being suspended,
riding with Ramos,
eating tuna fish sandwiches all afternoon.
Well, I'll trade places with you any day.
How is the Naloxone retraining going?
Just a constant reminder of Gina's death.
Yeah, we need to try to move on.
Gina's parents aren't moving on.
- They suing? - Yep.
I would.
How are we supposed to know you can have a second OD,
24 hours after intake?
It wasn't a second OD.
It was the same one.
What do you mean?
She was just...
too doped up on the drip for anyone to tell
that she still had the heroin in her system.
So the hospital's at fault, not you.
IAB doesn't care about that.
You saved that girl's life the first time,
and you did the right thing.
Says who?
You treated that girl like a human being, Jamie.
I should have just stayed out of it.
We both should have.
Then she would have been in her cell.
Who knows what would have happened?
She could have died in her cell, too.
Yeah, well, we'll never know.
Right. We can play the "what ifs" game all night if you want,
but it's not gonna change the fact that Gina's gone.
I'm not exaggerating.
It seems like every other call these days
is some version of kids plus drugs equals tragedy.
Another classmate
from my high school overdosed just last month.
That's three in one year. From?
Fentanyl or heroin, not sure what the final verdict was.
I know two kids in my neighborhood who died this year.
"Knew them" knew them?
Well, one kid's older brother,
another kid's sister.
Ah, you're way too young
for that kind of tragedy.
Tragedy doesn't have a minimum age, sad to say.
It's like the modern plague.
Yeah, except it's worse.
The plague is a sickness
that you catch. You don't go out and say,
"Hey, let's score some plague tonight."
These kids are doing this to themselves.
And you can't just go, "Just say no."
Yeah, but sometimes the simplest answer is the best one.
And the right one.
Not just a catchphrase-- the point, the education.
That's right.
Might not have solved everything,
- but "just say no" was a start. - Yeah.
Where did it come from?
Really?
Yeah. I mean, I know it's a thing.
Another Reagan, believe it or not.
First Lady Nancy.
I think Dad's right.
It comes down to education.
Or lack thereof,
in this case. Tell me something.
How many of your friends have you lost
to drunk driving accidents?
None.
Because...?
Designated drivers.
Taxis.
And...?
Because it's drilled into us from kindergarten.
Don't drink and drive. Period.
But heroin and cocaine?
I mean, it should
go without saying.
But clearly, it needs saying.
It was kind of the opposite when we were growing up.
- "Drugs kill." - Yeah,
like that fried egg commercial, where they crack the egg
on the sizzling frying pan.
"This is your brain on drugs."
That worked.
Yeah. And how many of your friends OD'd?
None of 'em. Me, neither.
Yeah, but drunk driving fatalities?
- Eh... - Three, four?
At least.
Jimmy Driscoll, that's five.
Yeah,
so maybe the drilling saved you from that.
It's not like they said, "Don't drink and drive,
but go ahead and do drugs," you know?
Don't, okay? Just don't.
And if you see your friends doing it,
or even your enemies, bust 'em.
We're not cops.
I know that. I mean bust 'em
the way other kids do to each other.
Whatever you have to do.
When I think I've had a tough week, I remember:
not as tough as being the parent of a teenager.
Amen to that, brother.
Are you high?
What's eating you?
Nothing.
Come on, you can't fool me.
Just pissed off.
At your dinner?
Our screwed-up system.
Well, at least you're not gonna lose your job.
Yeah, I know, I get it.
I'm not gonna lose my job, I should be happy. Right?
I'm not saying you have to be happy.
God knows I'm not always happy.
It's just...
I was expected to save her twice.
And me, I couldn't believe I saved her the first time.
Well, you're gonna lose some,
but you're gonna save some, too.
It comes with the territory.
I don't think we're gonna put a dent in this world
with drugs like heroin.
Her death's not on you.
That's not what I'm hearing.
Should've seen her, sis.
She came back to life before my eyes.
But it didn't matter; I couldn't save her in the end.
You did your best.
And they're telling me my best wasn't good enough.
You do enough, Jamie.
Do me a favor, will you?
Tell the sergeants down at IAB that.
- Come on, would you just open up? - Go away.
Well, look, we're not here to arrest you.
Good.
Then I'll say it again: Go away.
Hey, you know, your kid gave you an alibi.
What do you want?
We want your help,
that's what we want.
Now, why would I help you?
Because you want to help your kids.
And because whoever did this is someone your wife knew
and it's probably someone you knew.
Two minutes.
That's my partner, Detective Baez.
How are you?
We made a list. We noted
your ex-wife's, uh, FedEx guy,
pizza delivery, mailman, handyman,
lawn service...
No, that's wrong.
Which?
Joe's not doing the lawn anymore.
He's an old friend.
Quit the business a couple weeks ago.
Well, did she bring in a new landscaping company?
Someone's been doing that lawn.
Jessie would never
leave it unattended.
Well, where would she go?
Yeah, she take recommendations from friends, neighbors?
- What? - No, I doubt it.
She liked to do things on the cheap,
unlike most people in our neighborhood.
Okay, well, if she didn't want to hire local,
where would she go?
Her father used to hire guys
outside the convenience store.
You know, 7:00 a.m.,
bunch of guys wait to get work for the day.
Day laborers.
I know where to go. Then let's go.
Take the keys out of the ignition,
put your hands on the wheel.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Officers, I-I swear, I don't... Relax.
We're not Immigration.
We're investigating a homicide. We need you to answer questions.
Get your hands on the wheel. Homicide?
I don't know anything about a homicide.
You recognize this woman?
Did you hire someone to do her lawn?
Uh, I don't think so?
Maybe you'll think better down at the squad room?
No, no, no, no, that won't be necessary.
Who did you hire to do her lawn?
Some guy.
- He hasn't been around here lately. - I wonder why.
Come with us. Show us where he is.
- I don't want to. - Sure, you do.
We'll get you a bacon, egg and cheese on the way. Let's go.
okay, okay, okay. Yeah. Thank you.
All right, boss man. Is that the guy?
Yeah, that's the guy. Arturo.
You sit tight.
Excuse me.
Wondering if you could help us out.
We're a little bit lost. We're looking for number 214.
You want to help us out?
Hey!
Hold it!
Arturo?
Hey, man, we just want to talk.
All right?
Yah!
Didn't anybody ever tell you
not to bring a shovel to a gunfight?
Get on your feet.
Get on your feet!
Tell this scumbag he's under arrest
for menacing an officer.
I think he knows.
Commissioner, were you expecting the mayor?
No.
She is in the building and on her way up.
Actually, she is off the elevator,
and she looks locked and loaded.
Madam Mayor.
Do you know
who couldn't get the time of day
or a glass of water in Albany?
You.
I could've told you that.
The governor and AG agree 100%
on who they'd like to see as commissioner.
Who?
ABY. Abby who?
A-B-Y: anybody but you.
Ah.
They said no to backup.
I had to reinstate the solitary confinement option
against my better judgment.
Well, I guess all's well that ends well.
I ended up defending you.
That was painful, Frank.
Here's a revised proposal.
What changed your mind?
Detective Clarice Bunuel.
Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell.
She's on my detail.
Oh.
She has a psychology degree
that specializes in anger management,
and she is smart.
That's good to hear.
Would you look at that?
I'd appreciate your thoughts.
Done.
Thank you.
And, Frank, remember when you compared yourself
to those old buildings?
They're an eyesore till they get torn down,
and then they're beloved?
Well, that was just a metaphor.
Well, you know what really happens?
Couple of people bitch for a couple of weeks,
and then life just goes on.
No one is indispensable.
Certainly not me.
But not you, either.
Good day.
Officer Reagan?
I didn't mean to interrupt.
You here to visit Gina?
I came to drop these,
but I understand you wouldn't want me here.
Come over here.
I'm sorry.
Please, don't apologize.
Aren't you in the middle
of suing the department?
No. Not anymore.
But it doesn't matter, really.
Blame's not gonna bring her back.
I'm so sorry.
What you must be going through...
Officer Reagan...
Jamie, please. Call me Jamie.
Jamie. I've been wanting to thank you.
If it wasn't for you,
we wouldn't have gotten to see our little girl
before she passed away.
Wouldn't have been able to touch her,
to hug her.
We owe nobody but you for that.
Come in.
Thanks.
You don't go away.
- Do you? - We got him.
- Who was it? - Landscaper.
Arturo Alvarez.
- I don't know him. - He's only been cutting her lawn
for a few weeks, but she caught him
sneaking upstairs that afternoon.
He freaked out and didn't let her live
to tell about him. Son of a bitch should rot in jail.
He will.
You always make house calls?
Not usually, but, uh...
didn't really come here for this.
- Do you m...? - Yeah.
Look, I was giving it some thought,
and I kind of realized you and me,
believe it or not, may have something in common.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Well, my wife died a few months back, too.
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's all right.
Thing is, she left me with two teenage boys,
and, way I see it, it's kind of like
having a big, new job now.
You know, I got to make sure
that the one parent those boys do have
is the best possible parent he could be.
So finding myself making breakfasts
and lunches and talking about emotions
and things I never really had to do as a father.
I don't picture you in an apron.
I can't cook a TV dinner, okay?
But, in many ways,
it's been the best opportunity of my life.
An opportunity that I might not have taken...
probably wouldn't have stepped up for if not...
Look, my children don't want that from me.
Do you really believe that?
I mean, who did Nick call
when he was afraid?
Who did he turn to when he didn't know what to do?
Me.
Yeah, you.
And yet here you are, wasting that opportunity.
Maybe it's not my place,
and if I'm out of line, I apologize, but...
your kids are growing up.
They're gonna be graduating school,
having families, falling in love.
Father to father,
don't you want to be part of that?
I do.
Maybe it's time to put on your big boy pants
and be a dad again, huh?
I'm sure your kids could use one.
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