Eamon.
This is Detective Baez. I'm off duty.
I have a male DOA in front of my residence.
You summoned?
Shut the door.
Please.
You need to do something.
Okay. What?
I don't know. Restrain me, maybe.
Here?
- Not literally, Anthony. - It was a joke.
Remember jokes?
What's this?
Read it.
I forgot my glasses.
They're notes.
She's giving me notes.
Who?
The Right Honorable Kimberly Crawford,
the District Attorney for New York County.
Well, you give me notes all the time when we're working a case.
That's different.
- Of course. My bad. - "When cross-examining
"the defense witness, focus on his priors
because they bear directly on his credibility."
That's not so bad.
Yeah! It's 101!
Of course I'm gonna do that!
Of course, right.
And the rest of these? Hell no.
All right, you're not gonna believe this.
- All right, listen to this one. "You..." - I...
What?
How about if you write her a note
saying, "Thanks for the input,"
uh, hand-deliver it, and then
do whatever it is you're gonna do anyway.
That is a great idea.
There you go. It's not so bad.
Uh-huh.
That is not what I said.
No, but I like the "hand-deliver" part.
I understand, and I'm not unsympathetic.
You disagree?
No, Sarge.
It's the third time.
You think that's acceptable?
I think it's not under my control.
Showing up to work on time is not under your control?
Not when my wife gets sick, causing me to be late for work.
I mean, that... that's not under my control.
It's the third time.
- Yes, Sarge. - In a week.
Yes, Sarge.
All right, that's it? Nothing else to say?
I'm sorry?
You just lost your seat in the car.
You're on a foot post for a week.
Sarge, come on, it's 20 de...
Yes, Sergeant.
- Today's roll. - Thank you.
You were a little tough on Diaz there, don't you think?
If I thought that,
I wouldn't have did what I did...
would I?
No.
But his wife is pregnant.
She gets sick in the morning. He's just helping out.
The first time, the second time, the third time, even, I get it.
But after that, you develop a backup plan.
Anything else?
No, Sergeant.
You have thoughts on this?
I mean, I get it.
He doesn't seem 100% himself lately.
Less than 50%, where I sit.
Garrett?
I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice a change.
And what would you be if you were simply telling the truth?
He's not telling us anything, but...
you can't help but see the writing on the wall.
Maybe he and Sheila are having problems.
And, like with almost everyone,
there's probably increased drinking.
Or it's all of the above,
with a few unknowns thrown in.
Look...
...it's bad and it's getting worse.
Sorry I'm late, boss.
Abigail, Garrett.
Let me get this for you.
Sorry, boss. It's been, uh...
been a crazy morning.
How?
Just, you know...
Monday.
Gee, I never heard a day of the week
used as an alibi before.
It's more like a figure of speech.
What's going on, Sid?
It's... just been a couple of weeks of Mondays.
Yeah, we already did the Monday thing.
Just a rough patch. Nothing I can't handle.
Well...
I think you need a hand.
I said I could handle it.
Someone to kind of...
steady the ladder, so to speak.
You lost me there.
Well, when my son Danny
was going through a rough patch, he got some help.
- Nothing I can't handle. - A Dr. Dawson.
He has experience working with cops.
Like a shrink?
Not like one. Is one.
I don't know, boss.
I'm more the strong, silent type.
Yeah, we'd all like to think of ourselves that way,
but this last year has...
kind of put a lie to that.
And don't worry, you're not alone in this.
Garrett and Baker will see him, too.
We will?
Yes.
Strength in numbers.
All for one and one for all?
All for one?
Sure.
I'll even see him first. How's that?
He was lying there dead.
I mean, I really don't even know.
Who was this guy?
His name was Eamon.
I met him at the gym. He was my trainer.
Did you know him well?
I mean, as well as you can know someone
after going on a few dates with them.
Uh, and did you check him out?
Yeah, of course. No record.
No priors. No enemies that I know of.
Okay, what about family?
Did he have kids?
Ex-wife? Married?
I wouldn't go out with a married guy.
Yeah, but that doesn't mean that a married guy
wouldn't go out with you.
As far as I know, no.
But I didn't do a lot of digging.
I mean, I didn't have feelings for the guy,
at least not yet.
Okay. Some old girlfriends that you know of?
Look, I really have no idea.
Probably. I didn't ask.
I mean, we only went on a couple of dates.
He said he was single. I didn't sweat him.
Okay. Any idea who might want him dead?
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You wanted to see me, boss?
Yeah. Come in, take a seat.
Well, it's always bad news when you tell me to sit down.
Do you mind if I stand, please?
Sit down.
I already know what you're gonna say.
- Oh, you do? - Yeah.
Internal Affairs is gonna start sniffing around my partner.
Already on their way. Okay, but, boss,
you and I both know she had nothing to do with this.
That's us. That's not them.
So, I can't even talk to my own partner anymore?
Incorrect.
Oh, you want me to put her in the box and sweat her.
I just want you to give her a friendly dry run
before the rat squad shows up.
She's not gonna like that. I don't want to do it.
It's what's best for her.
All right.
15 years.
15. That's how long
I've been in this office, doing this job.
How long you been here? Couple months?
So, if you want to talk about my case
or discuss strategy or get briefed
on what I plan on doing, then let's do that.
Let's have that discussion.
But to give me notes
like I'm some wet-behind-the-ears A.D.A.?
No. Let's not do that.
I'm sorry, Cyrus.
I'm gonna have to give you a call back.
Yeah. No problem.
You were on the phone?
Yep.
Why didn't you say anything?
Why didn't you knock?
I apologize.
That was unprofessional.
You think?
Was that any Cyrus I might know?
Governor's new deputy.
And you know what he's doing right now?
Reconsidering his opinion of me.
After all, if my own staff
does not respect me, my boundaries or my notes,
why should he?
Again, I apologize.
Unprofessional.
Unacceptable.
Yes. That, too.
But the thing with the-the notes,
that...
that still stands.
Does it?
Yes.
Great.
Then let's you and I sit down for that conversation...
tomorrow.
Dr. Dawson is here.
Oh.
Okay.
Commissioner Reagan, Dr. Alex Dawson.
Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.
Please.
I hope you don't mind us doing it here instead of your office.
My schedule's packed to the gills.
Of course, Commissioner.
Sit down, please.
Unless I'm supposed to take the couch.
No, this... this is fine.
Thanks for helping me out.
Not at all.
I was pleasantly surprised when you reached out with it.
Coffee?
I'm good, thanks.
So...
can I let you in on a little secret?
If you let me take a guess at what it is first.
Okay.
That you don't need any help personally.
You're sitting with me as a generous gesture
to remove the stigma for the old-school cop
who you think does need therapy but is allergic to the idea.
Well...
I wouldn't characterize it just like that.
And how would you characterize it?
It's complicated.
If I have any questions, I'll speak up.
And maybe you don't need that pen and pad.
I'll put it away if it bothers you.
It doesn't bother me.
But you just asked me to put it away.
Suggested.
Am I doing this wrong?
How do you think you could be doing it wrong?
I always told my kids
not to answer a question with a question.
Can I be honest with you?
Have you been dishonest with me so far?
Look, there might have been some truth to what you said
about this being a gesture.
But the point is, my guy needs some help,
and I think you're the right person for the job.
I'm just...
kind of here to... Oh, I don't know...
Maybe kick-start the process.
But you don't need any help?
I can tell you from experience that time doesn't speed up
the more you check the clock.
And even the happiest person who walks the earth
needs more than four minutes to unload.
Sorry.
Like I said, packed day.
Maybe we can think of this as a prelim.
Again, thanks so much.
You take care.
Got a minute?
Hello?
Oh, you're sleeping.
I'm meditating.
Oh, sorry.
Are you done?
I am now.
How can I be of service, Officer Janko?
It's about Diaz.
Didn't we already have that conversation?
We did, but...
we have to have it again.
It's never as good as the first time.
Cute.
You need to reconsider the rip you gave him.
Do I?
You do.
And all this time, I thought I was the one
wearing the stripes in the family.
You remember that time you thought I should
withdraw my name when the precinct was
electing an alternate for the new union delegate?
Because of a conflict of interest between us.
And you were smart to listen to me.
Yeah.
I didn't, and I was elected.
And Diaz is my first assignment
because our regular union delegate is on vacation.
Tell me you're kidding.
Tell me that you will reconsider the rip you gave Diaz.
I can't. I won't.
Well...
What's that?
It is formal notice from the union.
And you and I have a preliminary hearing
tomorrow with the C.O.
I'll let you get back to meditating.
Detective Baez, you knew the victim in question personally,
Eamon Riordan?
I did.
How would you describe the state of your relationship?
Insignificant.
How long were you dating?
I just said we weren't dating.
We went on about three or four dates.
Some people would actually consider
three or four dates to be dating.
Well, I wouldn't.
Okay.
Were you intimate?
Seriously, Danny?
You know I.A. is gonna ask you that... and more.
I barely knew the guy.
Yet he ends up dead on your doorstep, Detective.
Were you two close?
Come on, Danny, what is this?
- Did you have feelings for each other? - What is this?
This is about one tenth of what I.A.
is going to be asking you, and you know it.
Well, I can't tell if you're just playing I.A. with me,
or if these are the questions you just really want to ask.
You think I want to do this?
'Cause, honestly, I can't tell if you're not answering
because it's me asking the questions
or if you just don't have answers.
And if that's the case,
you really need to find them
before I.A. comes rolling through that door.
- There you are. - Thank you so much.
- You come here a lot? - I like it.
Nice quiet atmosphere.
So it's a great place to come
if you want to keep things civil.
That's one of my father's favorite phrases:
"Let's keep it civil."
- As in keep it productive? - Sometimes.
And sometimes to deflect conflict
he doesn't want to have.
Not me.
Let's have our conversation.
I wanted your job.
Honest.
Return the favor?
You resent me because I'm Black.
Uh, no.
I'm not saying you're racist by any stretch,
but you think I got this job...
Your job... because I'm Black.
No, I never said that.
No, it's okay, because it's true.
And I'm okay with that for lots of reasons.
First and foremost because it is far from the only reason
that I got the job.
I got the job because I'm qualified.
- Agreed. - Great.
Then we agree to agree.
And so it's only fair that I run it my way.
Or the highway.
I will continue to give you
as many notes as I see necessary.
So make me miserable until I quit.
I'm not trying to make you miserable,
but I am running it my way.
A distinction without a difference.
I control me. You control you.
We need to talk.
Look, about yesterday,
I know you were just doing the right thing.
It's not about yesterday.
Come on.
Where?
Just come with me, please.
- What's going on? - How's it going?
What?
I just made the pot fresh myself this morning.
- How is it? - What are you talking about?
Just come with me.
Danny, what is going on?
Don't look, but look.
You see the blonde?
- Yeah. Who is she? - Do you know her?
No. Should I?
Well, she knows your guy friend.
Okay, one of his clients?
Who is she?
His fiancée.
What you doing?
Nothing.
You closed your computer?
- I did. - Why?
Why do you want to know?
Because you obviously don't want me to know what you're writing.
Well, if it's so obvious, then why do you want to see it?
Because I'm curious.
Curiosity is rarely considered sound reason for taking action.
Remember the cat?
You're annoying, you know that?
I've been told.
You're writing what you're gonna say to the C.O. tomorrow.
Actually, I was writing you a love letter.
You're really pissing me off.
Then I'm sorry, and I'm just doing my job.
It's not fair.
You're a lawyer.
You know how to make a really good argument. I don't.
And yet I've lost, like, a million arguments with you.
Trust me. You're gonna do just fine.
That looks pretty bad.
Not as bad as it feels.
You sure you don't want to take the day?
Sheila's home.
So you got a built-in Florence Nightingale.
More likely Nurse Ratched.
Ladies, gentlemen.
- Frank. - Boss.
We were just discussing how challenging the past year has been
for marriages all across the country.
Sheila break your hand?
Sliced my thumb open
cleaning my butcher's knife in the sink.
- How many stitches? - Dozen.
Plus, they had to reattach a tendon.
And you showed up for work?
No rest for the weary.
Are you weary or wounded?
Look, you got a lot on your plate, Sid.
Why don't you take the day.
Thank you, boss, but, honestly, I'd rather stay here.
Keep busy with work.
I got a stack a mile high sitting on my desk.
And your gun hand's out of service.
You see Dawson yet?
I'm trying to find the time.
I found the time yesterday. Piece of cake.
Well, I had enough doctoring in the ER for this week.
I'm going later today. We could ride down together.
I'm fine.
Maybe he could squeeze me in, too. We'll make it a thing.
A pity party.
Maybe grab a piece of cake after.
Get it done.
- Morning. - Morning, partner.
I'm guessing you're here
because you want some information
about the interview with the fiancée, yes?
Come to think of it, a heads-up would've been nice.
Well, fair enough.
It's also fair that I tell you
that her alibi is rock-solid so far.
Okay.
I would've called you, or I would've texted you,
but I can't.
If I did, it's gonna ping on I.A.'s radar.
Then we're gonna have a serious problem.
No. Danny, it's fine. That-That's not why I'm here.
Okay, why are you here?
I got a package this morning.
Related to the case?
No. It's, uh, laundry detergent from Amazon.
And you rushed right over to tell me about that?
Let me finish.
Look, when the delivery guy rang my doorbell,
my phone rang at the same exact time.
Is this a riddle?
My doorbell is synched to my phone.
My contractor installed
one of those video doorbell things last week.
I forgot all about it.
Did you say "video"?
Every one of these is
an event that the doorbell recorded.
- You just click on one, and it plays. - Uh-huh.
That's Patrick, my mailman.
Here we go.
You want to turn the other way or something?
No, it's fine.
Just hit "play."
Okay.
We got to get this to TARU.
Morning, Sid.
Morning, boss.
I was just leaving you a note.
Apologizing?
About what?
Come on.
Look, we're all seeing Dawson.
- That was the deal. - Not that.
For having me tailed.
I'm sorry it was such a big waste of time.
- What are you talking about? - Having me pulled over
on my way home from the bar last night?
- Give me a break. - What the hell are you talking about?
And they played it real cute, those two in the radio car.
Boy, you should give 'em a medal, for acting clueless.
- Sid... - Had a Virgin Mary.
All right? A burger and a Virgin Mary!
You really think I would drink and drive?!
Sid!
I had nothing to do with that stop.
Look at me!
Nothing.
You can't blame me for thinking.
- The hell I can't. - Yeah, well, what do you expect?
You've been riding me all week, busting my chops,
giving me side eye about my hand, like I did it on purpose.
Making me go to the shrink when you know I don't want to go.
And you haven't gone.
'Cause I got rights to privacy like anybody else!
Look, it's like when you were a kid,
driving with your mom and dad; If they came to a sudden stop,
they'd put their hands out and brace you back into your seat.
To keep you safe.
That's all this is. Take it.
Whether I like it or not, right? Want it or not?
Whether you recognize it or not.
Even you? Huh? The unsinkable Frank Reagan?
Are you gonna tell me
you're gonna be running back to session number two?
No.
Right. Because you don't need help, right?
Just me.
I'm the basket case...
...who needs help.
Take the day. That's coming from a friend.
His wife is having a baby.
That's true, boss. His wife is having a baby.
That's the same as he's having a baby.
I'm not sure his wife would agree with that.
Don't try to play for laughs.
- I'm not trying to... - Captain, the truth is
Diaz should be applauded for his behavior.
Applauded for showing up late to work
- three times in a week? - His wife is sick.
- She's throwing up every morning. - I understand that.
Really? I don't think Sergeant Reagan does.
I think Sergeant Reagan is the kind of man
who would leave his wife to fend for herself
while off to work he goes.
This isn't about Sergeant Reagan.
Sergeant Reagan is the one who gave him the rip.
Yes, after I excused
his tardiness on two separate occasions.
But his wife is still pregnant.
What do you expect him to do?
Just magically wish away her morning sickness?
I expect him to make a better plan,
to wake up an hour earlier,
to do things the night before that he would typically do in the morning
so that he can help his wife and get to work on time.
Anything further?
I-I just think...
She's not feeling well, and...
It's just that Diaz is a good guy,
and he's just trying to do the right thing.
Sergeant Reagan is right.
Diaz has been shown leniency.
We keep making exceptions to the rules around here,
they become the rules.
That'll be all.
Thank you, boss.
You rang, Your Majesty?
Take a look at this for me.
This is like déjà vu all over again in here.
Just read it.
Are you out of your mind?
That bad?
I didn't get past the first line.
- Then what? - You are not doing this.
I won't let you.
I'm not doing this. She's doing this.
What, she fired you?
Not in so many words.
Well, this is easy to decipher.
Did she say the words
"You're fired"?
No.
Then you're not fired. That'll be 50 bucks.
She's pushing me out, Anthony.
So push back.
And why not?
Because I'll lose.
You don't know that.
She's the boss, and she thinks I resent her.
You do resent her.
Why does everyone keep saying that?
Because it's true.
Of course you resent her. She got the job that you wanted.
Well, then, if she's right, then I should go.
I should leave and start somewhere fresh.
No, you should stand your ground and push back.
And, what, butt heads the entire time?
Suddenly you're bashful about banging heads?
Grow a pair and get to work.
Police! Drop it!
Right now!
Thank you for coming.
To your office.
Yes, I appreciate it.
After our lunch,
I thought long and hard about what you said.
I'm glad to hear that.
And then I reread your notes on my case,
and I have to admit there's some very good guidance in there.
More good news.
And then I deleted your notes.
While they were very good suggestions
and I have no doubt that you would execute them flawlessly,
they do not work for me.
And you know this how?
Because I know myself.
Or as you put it,
I control me.
- And if I insist? - Then I will
try to find the time to walk you through the progress
of the 342 cases I'm overseeing.
- Try to find the time? - After putting out
a few feelers, I've gotten three job offers.
So I would have to clear
that transition period with the firm I go to.
You would never leave this job.
You haven't seen the offers.
I can work with you.
I cannot work for you.
Let's keep it civil.
Agreed.
Been texting all morning. Nothing.
Yeah, me either.
We got to get ahead of this with Frank.
You should say something.
Me? Why me?
He likes you better.
No, he doesn't. Besides, you outrank me by, like, a million.
- Morning. - Morning.
Morning.
Sid said he's running a little late, right?
Shouldn't be too long.
How long?
Oh, I don't really know.
He spoke to Abigail.
Baker?
He was kind of vague.
But he will be coming in today?
- No question. - Definitely.
You're good people, you know that?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
You know why?
You both understand the value of being a good friend.
Look, Sid is going to be fine.
But he isn't gonna be in for a while.
What happened?
Well...
He found out a couple of weeks ago that...
his partner of 15 years had died.
No bedside visit.
No funeral.
No chance to say goodbye.
I can't think of anything worse.
"Even in our sleep,
"pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart."
You assigned Diaz to Sector David.
Yes, I did.
He's supposed to be on foot patrol, remember?
Well, maybe someone up top made a change.
I talked to the C.O. He said it wasn't him.
Maybe the X.O. then.
Nope.
Well, then I don't know who, or why you care so much.
It's the outcome you wanted.
So maybe just be happy it went your way?
It was you.
You think I undid my own rip,
even after the C.O. ruled in my favor?
I do.
Well, you're wrong. That makes no sense.
Sure it does.
You think I did it for you?
For us.
Look, you need to know
that I absolutely in no way undid that rip.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
Really?
Really.
I knew it.
I knew it. I knew it.
I knew it!
Sorry.
How you doing?
All good.
Just, uh...
just a few scrapes and bruises.
Yeah, sorry.
Guess her alibi wasn't as good as we thought.
How did you know?
Your doorbell app.
Yeah.
It was still active on my computer.
Started pinging, and I saw her
approaching your place.
So I... headed over.
So I was saved by the bell?
Yeah, you were literally saved by the bell.
Look, I don't know why
I didn't tell you I was out there dating.
Any time
I thought to mention it, I just felt...
awkward.
You don't have to explain.
You should probably know that
whatever awkwardness you felt,
I... I feel it, too.
Well, maybe that can just be enough for now?
Yeah, I think so.
It's thick.
Mm.
Wow.
It's kind of thick.
Could be thicker.
What the hell are you talking about?
That is my first-choice college acceptance letter.
Or rejection letter.
Well, gee, thanks for the support, Dad.
I got to keep his expectations realistic.
- Don't I? - Okay.
Would somebody please tell me what you're talking about?
That's the letter from his first-choice college.
If it's thick, it means he got in.
Because?
Oh, because of all the paperwork he'll have to fill out.
Oh.
If the envelope is thin, then it means it's just
a letter saying thanks but no thanks.
That's cold, Uncle Jamie.
Yeah, well, the jury's out on this one,
because it's...
kind of both... It's thick and thin.
It's right in the middle.
Well, I know one way to find out.
Open it.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Yeah, it's not gonna open itself, Sean.
Time to cowboy up.
Fingers crossed.
Good luck.
I got in.
I got in, Dad.
Whoa!
I got in, guys.
Yeah!
Yes!
Yay! Sean!
Sean!
- Way to go! - Sean! Sean! Sean! Sean!
Please, come in.
Have a seat.
I take it this visit's not a gesture?
No, it's not.
And I take it Lieutenant Gormley
has not reached out to you?
No.
Not surprised.
You can lead a horse to water.
Yes.
Is that why you asked me up here?
I don't know why I asked you up here.
But thanks for coming.
I hope you don't mind the desk.
But... not the couch, please.
Never been a fan of couches.
Look.
I don't want to waste your time.
You're not.
So...
I lost my wife to cancer.
My son and daughter-in-law to murder.
I've lost 23 of my people in the line of duty.
I have a grandson in harm's way
and probably had a hand in putting him there.
And some days I can't see past that scoreboard.
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