What do we got?
ID says his name is Zahid Hassan.
Looks like he took three shots to the chest.
Probably was dead before he hit the ground.
- Any witnesses? - Got a driver who says he got into it
with an SUV down the block.
- They get a plate? - Nope.
All right, we'll take it from here. Thanks.
You got it.
Bags say "Punjabi Kitchen."
You think it's another case of road rage?
Walks like it, but
only way to be sure is check surveillance cameras
in the area, and let's check these red light cams,
just in case.
Zahid?!
- Zahid!? - Hey, stop them!
- Zahid? Zahid... - Stop... hey, stop them!
Ma'am, stay back.
Who are you?
Um, I'm Amir. This is my mom, Maya.
Is that my husband?
Tell me he's okay. Please, tell me he's okay!
Well, how did you know where he was?
I-I tracked his phone.
Let me see him. Please,
let me see his face.
I'm sorry.
No. No, no....
- No! - It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Hey.
Uncle Jamie.
Whoa, hey. What are you doing up here, Sean?
I was actually kind of hoping to run something by you.
Uh, you in some kind of jam?
- Because I can't... - No. No, no, no.
It's-it's nothing like that.
I've got this, uh, sociology project coming up for school...
- Uh-huh. - and I wanted to do it on women in the workplace.
Why don't you go ask Aunt Erin about it?
I was kind of hoping to do it on Aunt Eddie and her partner.
- Mm-hmm. - Kind of like a two for one, you know?
What, do you want to interview them?
Yeah, and I was also kind of hoping
I'd do a ride-along.
Whoa, I-I don't know, Sean.
Hear me out.
It's a first-hand look
at what it's like for two female cops in the field,
from a guy's perspective.
That's fresh.
All right. You ran this by your dad?
Of course.
And he's cool with it.
Yeah, but...
if you don't think it's a good idea, I-I can find
- something else. - It is. Let me just talk to my captain.
- All right? - I seriously can't thank you enough.
All right. I'll, um, I-I'll see you around.
- Okay. - Yeah.
I got this.
About time.
I said I got it, not that I'm paying for it.
I should've skipped my coffee and made a clean getaway.
Frankie.
The other shoe, Lenny.
It's not like that.
It's always like that.
I ever mention my cousin Steve who owns the Miami Dolphins?
- The Miami Dolphins. - Mm.
I'm pretty sure I would've remembered.
Well, we're distant cousins,
but we've gotten close over the years.
Well, whatever jam Cousin Steve is in,
it's out of my jurisdiction.
He's not in a jam.
He the guy paying for dinner?
Yeah, but...
'Cause I don't take bribes,
if that's where this is going.
Wow. So cynical.
Come on, give me a break, Lenny.
That's exactly why I've invited you to dinner.
To give you a break.
Steve is paying for dinner
because he wanted me to carry this out personally.
So in case you said no,
there'd be no record of the rejection.
A rejection of what?
The NFL wants you to be
Senior Vice President of Security.
Come on, you must have some questions.
The money...
Not my first question.
Would I have to move?
Really?
Hey, my questions are my questions.
Their headquarters are at Park and 52nd.
So...
I'd be working out of their headquarters here.
That is my understanding.
So is this you, not saying no?
Just gathering information.
To then say no?
It's a lot to take in, okay?
You've given your life to service, Frankie.
You've helped so many people, myself included.
The one person you still owe something to
is sitting right across from me.
CREDITS
Got the images back from the red light cam.
You get a plate?
Nope. No plates, front or back.
Hmm.
Sounds premeditated.
Maybe it's just a case of road rage.
No plates, gun in the vehicle...
I don't think so.
Could be some idiot took the plates off to go drag racing.
Drag racing in an SUV?
Maybe in New Canaan, not likely in New York.
Besides, the other red light cam shows that
the SUV followed Zahid
from the moment he left the restaurant.
Which is where we need to go.
Who would put a hit out
- on a food delivery guy? - God only knows.
But at this point...
I have lost the capacity to be surprised.
And that drive-by shooting on a food delivery guy?
Turns out it's not road rage
after all.
They're looking at a contract hit of some kind.
On a food delivery guy?
I've thought it after waiting for an hour and a half.
Well, who hasn't?
But actually thinking about it and doing it?
Is there a point where nothing can surprise us?
Or have we already reached that point
and never even noticed?
Food for thought.
Meanwhile, the Times has some follow-up questions
for you regarding the police union's demands...
I've been offered a job.
A good job.
Head of security with the NFL.
And you're sharing this with us because...
You're thinking of accepting it?
I mean, there must be a hundred offers you didn't share...
I'm sharing it in case I seem distracted.
'Cause, full disclosure,
I've been a lifelong pro football fan,
and the perks are as good as the money.
So I'd be lying if I said
it just disappeared from my mind.
So... What else?
Well, would you get to pick your lieutenants
in this new job?
I imagine I would have a say in the matter, yes.
Well, I'm just saying,
I could make myself available.
A new hire in that high-profile an organization
could do with a well-executed rollout.
I'll take it under consideration.
So...
more to come.
What else?
Nice try.
What?
Like it's just because you're a lifelong fan.
No?
Word is Erin is strongly considering a run for DA.
Well, that has nothing to do...
It's got everything to do with you.
If she runs and you're gone from this office,
she's running on a legacy in law enforcement.
If she runs and you're still in this office,
it's running for a monopoly on law enforcement.
Gee. I never thought of it that way.
Yes, you did.
That's what's "distracting" you.
Well, since you put it that way...
Which everyone will.
Thanks for reminding me.
Same make, model, color.
Wonder if it's the same year.
Sorry, we're closed.
You the owner?
Excuse me.
Detective Reagan;
my partner, Detective Baez.
You mind answering a few questions for us?
Muhammed Qadir.
You're here about Zahid?
He worked here, right?
Yeah, I gave him a job about three years ago.
I can't believe he's gone.
Were the two of you friends?
We were like brothers.
He was always
helping here with the restaurant, and with my family.
He was a good man.
Sounds like a good man.
There's a blue SUV out front.
Do you know who it belongs to?
That's mine.
Mind if I ask what year it is?
2017.
Hmm.
Same as the vehicle used in Zahid's murder.
Same shade of blue, too.
Where were you the night Zahid was killed?
What, you think I had something to do with this?
We didn't say that, but did you?
Okay.
We're done talking now. You can go.
And you can settle down.
- We'll leave when you give us an alibi. - No, screw you.
You say you got a family? Wife and kids?
You don't give us an alibi,
they're gonna watch you walk out of here
in handcuffs on the news.
Okay, I was here, at the restaurant,
working, when Zahid was killed.
Anyone who can verify that?
We have security cameras.
Then you won't mind showing us.
You sleep here?
Uh, only-only when I work late.
Now go.
Uh, you mind if we search your vehicle?
Thank you.
Enjoy your lunch.
I heard that.
So, uh,
what's it like for you guys?
As... as women.
Tough.
Real tough.
Really?
Yeah.
For one, there's all the extra time
we have to spend on makeup in the morning.
- Yeah, at least, like, 30 minutes. - Mm-hmm.
- 30 minutes? - At least.
Depends on how much fun we had the night before.
Yeah, and then we gotta spend extra time
trying to find a, you know, a salad spot for lunch...
- A salad spot? - Yeah.
These figures are not going
to keep themselves, Sean.
We have got a job to do, and we have to look good doing it.
It's right there in the Patrol Guide...
"all female officers
must look hot in uniform."
It is?
I-It's not. I don't...
2-9 David, you have a 10-52,
possible domestic disturbance at the Bedford Houses.
2-9 David, show us responding.
Finally, some real action!
Don't get too excited.
This is our third call to the Bedfords this week.
Yeah, it's probably the guy with the new speakers again.
Okay, wait in the car.
You sure I can't go in?
I promise I'll stay out of the way.
Stay here, and lock the door if anybody comes.
And, hey...
don't fart in the car again.
All units, we have a suspect wanted for robbery
just seen in the vicinity of 2nd Avenue and Bedford.
Suspect is wearing a white cap and blue hoodie.
No way.
You two want to tell me
- what the hell happened? - Take it easy,
Danny, it was nobody's fault.
What do you mean, it's nobody's fault?
My son's in the hospital 'cause of you two.
I told him to wait in the car.
What the hell was he doing in a radio car in the first place?
He was on a ride-along.
I know that. How come nobody notified me?
Wait, you didn't know?
No, I didn't know! The first I heard
was when she told me he was here.
Wait, I thought you said that Sean got his permission.
- He did. - Great.
And you just believed him?
I didn't think he was lying to me, no.
Well, then you're even more naive than I thought.
He's an 18-year-old male with the last name Reagan.
Which means he's an idiot.
I'm sorry. I should've checked with you.
You're damn right you should've checked with me!
- Both of you! - Hey, guys, the important thing
is that Sean is okay.
Oh, yeah, sure. He's great.
I mean, he's got a black eye and a concussion,
but other than that, he's fine.
No, all that I'm saying is it could've been a lot worse.
You're damn right it could be a lot worse.
We could be having this conversation in a morgue,
not the hospital.
"Of two minds."
Ten letters, first three C-O-N.
Conflicted.
Exactly.
Okay, I fell for it.
Talk to me.
I'm still talking to myself.
Do you think I'm being selfish?
For just considering the job? No, not at all.
No, um... staying on this job so long.
Well, you wouldn't still have it
if you hadn't done right by our city.
Yeah, well...
That's just a piece of my problem here.
Abetemarco's bumper sticker.
"Erin Reagan for DA."
Yeah.
The fact is, as long as I'm PC,
it would be next to impossible for her to win.
That's not a fact, that's pure conjecture.
Well, it's just us; let's call it a fact.
Two members of the same family
in two of the most powerful positions in law enforcement
in the same city?
Who happen to be the perfect people for the jobs.
Yeah, says the guy who started the dynasty.
It's not a dynasty.
It's a legacy of service.
It's a family business.
No one's gonna read past "dynasty."
That's how it will play.
Have you talked to Erin? Asked her what she thinks?
No. I'm not going to put this on her.
Then own it.
And what does that mean?
That means you're rounding third
and now you'd like a little something for yourself.
Who wouldn't?
Anything from CSU?
No shell casings, or anything
indicating there was a shooting in Muhammed's SUV.
It was practically spotless.
Sounds like somebody covering their tracks.
Except his alibi checked out.
Surveillance footage
shows Muhammed was in the restaurant
at the time of the shooting.
Wow.
I would have bet anything Muhammed was our guy.
Why, what have you got?
Dump came back on Zahid's phone.
Hundreds of text messages and phone calls,
late night, between Zahid and Muhammed's wife.
You think they were having an affair?
Well, Muhammed was sleeping in the back of his restaurant,
which means he wasn't at home keeping his wife company.
But why not just fire Zahid on the spot?
Why let the guy keep working there?
Maybe he knew his wife was having an affair,
but hadn't figured out it was Zahid.
Maybe.
And he wouldn't be the only injured party here.
Oh, you thinking Zahid's wife?
Well... You think she's capable of murder?
I don't know.
She did show up to the crime scene pretty quick.
She was very distraught.
Seemed legit to me.
Well, doesn't mean she didn't do it.
- Just give me a minute. - No.
- No, I... - Can I please talk to you for one minute?
You got 30 seconds.
Let's go. Can you cover for me?
Let's go.
What is it?
I wanted to apologize.
For what?
Lying about getting Danny's permission
or disobeying Eddie on patrol?
Both, I guess.
I told you to follow her orders to the letter, Sean,
no screwing around.
So I was just supposed to let that guy go?
Yes.
I'm not a coward.
It doesn't make you a coward
not wanting to get yourself killed.
And how many times have you ended up
in the hospital? Or with a black eye?
That's got nothing to do with this.
That has everything to do with this.
I just did
what any of you guys would've done.
Is that what this whole ride-along thing is about?
- What do you mean? - You trying to
prove that you can be part of the family business, too?
Of course not.
Was there even a sociology project?
No.
- Sean! - I just wanted to see
what it's like for you guys.
What you do out there every day.
So you lie to me, to your aunt,
and to your dad to do it?
He never would've let me.
You know what he's like.
Yeah, I do, but... Sean, but that's no excuse.
He just doesn't listen.
That's why I'm talking to you instead of him.
He listens.
He's just...
He can be single-minded about it.
Whatever.
Did you at least arrest the guy?
Yeah, your text helped.
Yeah? Good.
Detectives...
We wondered if we could talk to you for a minute.
I suppose.
Uh, this may be a conversation
that's better had in private.
Amir...
How can I help you?
How long were you and your husband married?
20 years. We were married in India.
Was it arranged?
Arranged marriage is not
a forced marriage. His aunt set us up.
So everything was good here at home?
No problems between the two of you?
Why are you asking all this?
No. No, there was no problems between us.
You tracked
your husband's cell phone to the crime scene.
Was that a usual thing for you,
tracking him?
No.
Not exactly.
Maybe it wasn't the first time
Zahid went missing late at night.
I think you should leave.
And we think you knew that Zahid was having an affair
- with Muhammed's wife. - I said leave. Now.
Where were you the night your husband was killed?
This is an insult to his memory.
You knew Zahid's location,
you had access to his job,
you had motive.
It would take very little for you
- to pull Muhammad's keys off that hook. - You're wrong.
Where were you?
I was here.
At home.
Anyone that can verify that?
I want a lawyer.
Well, that's one truthful thing that she said.
Okay, what's going on here?
People are hardly eating, nobody's talking.
Well, maybe some of us have some things on our mind, Pop.
I know you do.
I'm talking about your kiddos here.
I'm fine.
Good for you.
Is there anything you would like to share?
Nope.
Well, two precincts reporting in.
Would you pass the cream, please?
It's right there.
She asked you to pass the cream.
Well, it's good to know that she can ask
for something that she needs.
Dad.
Would you just back off, Danny?
Yeah. Please.
You're in on this, too?
This doesn't concern you, Erin.
Well, clearly, it concerns all of us now.
- No one is the enemy here. - Really?
You put my son at risk, I say different.
That's not how it went down.
No, that's not how it went down
behind my back.
It was not like that.
Well, what was it like?
Sean told me that he had Danny's permission
to go on a ride-along with Eddie and Witten.
And did he need it? Your permission?
He's my son.
He's 18, and that wasn't the question.
It's a matter of respect, Dad.
We respect you, Danny.
Well, his eye says otherwise.
How?
Because I said so,
that's how.
Hey, stop! Stop!
It-it was my idea to go on that ride-along.
Mine, okay?
Mm-hmm.
And it was... it was my decision to lie to you guys about that.
I'm sorry.
But it was my choice to get out of that car
and chase after that perp.
Not Uncle Jamie and not Eddie.
Oh, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
I did what I thought that you would do.
And you thought wrong.
And it's nice to see you're on their side.
No sides at this table.
And if you're on my side, you have no problem
looking after your own.
Is that what this is?
Yeah, that's what this is.
Just like when you were pissed off at me
when I took your daughter on a ride-along.
Or did you forget about that?
And you... if you can't run with the big dogs,
just stay on the porch next time, okay?
What? You didn't get your fill of me in there?
- Apparently not. - Mm.
Not really in the mood to talk.
Well, then, can you just listen, please?
Sure. What is it?
Who loves you?
I do.
We all do.
Love and respect you.
I love and respect all of you, too.
What-what are you getting at?
You have always had this scorched-earth policy
that has done well for you.
Right? All through sports, growing up.
With the Marines, I'm sure.
And now at work as a detective.
You decide what's wrong, and you're gonna right that wrong,
no matter how many toes you have to stomp on.
There are a lot of reasons why I do things the way I do.
All of them valid.
Just leave 'em outside that door
for all of our sakes, including your own.
Okay.
Why don't you tell us a little more about
what happened that night, Maya?
She was home making dinner.
- Your name is Maya? - No.
But we've already been over this.
We've also been over the fact
that she has nobody who can confirm her alibi.
Her husband could've been home
if he wasn't murdered.
She knows her husband is dead, Detective.
Yes, and we think she knows how her husband got dead,
- Counselor. - Is there a point, Detectives?
We're just establishing motive and history.
So, your husband was having an affair,
and you were embarrassed, and you were angry.
Coming to America is a lot harder
than it looks in the movies.
He was so unhappy here.
So he took his anger out on you?
Everything was a problem.
The clothes, the music.
He was suffocating us.
Me.
He was suffocating me, and I couldn't
deal with it anymore. I couldn't deal with him.
I want to confess.
Slow down, Maya.
There's no reason to go there without striking a deal first.
I don't want a deal. I want to confess.
I did it.
I killed my husband.
Don't...
Don't say anything else.
She's already said enough.
I need a minute alone with my client?
Sure.
It's her birthday.
Happy birthday!
Sorry to barge in like this.
Not at all.
It is strange that security didn't call you up.
Well, I asked them not to,
and, uh, I told Annie it was your birthday.
It's not my birthday.
Well, Annie doesn't know that, does she?
What is this?
Well, I'm kind of the Ghost of Elections Future,
if you think about it.
Should you decide to run.
You'd be the Ghost?
Yeah. Popping up when you least expected it,
with slanted questions from reporters,
or gauntlets thrown by opponents in debates,
or cartoons on an editorial page.
So...
So, as PC,
I would kind of be the invisible running mate
on your ticket.
The Monopoly in Law Enforcement Ticket.
So you came up here to convince me
that running would be a lost cause?
No, I would never do that.
I...
I've been offered a job.
Pretty good job, with the NFL.
The NFL?
Yeah.
You-you love the NFL.
I do.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are
of you and me watching the game
and you not listening to a word I said.
You can't put this on me, Dad...
making my choices the fulcrum on which
your decisions are made.
Uh, I'm my own person, not an extension of you.
- I didn't say that. - No.
But you meant it.
If I decide to run,
it will be with my eyes wide open,
including about my family's reputation in this city.
So, here we are.
Where?
Are you going to run?
When I know, you will know.
Okay.
Look, Dad...
I wish I could help you.
It's...
it's got to be a hard choice.
Do you take this cool, new,
fun job with the NFL, or...
is the bluebird of happiness still in your own backyard?
Or in your case,
the chronic felons of happiness.
Yup.
I am unsure why,
but my client would like to put her confession in writing.
Well, that's great.
Although, we can't offer any deals here.
She doesn't want one.
Good. We do have another question
we'd like to ask...
- It'll be in her confession. - Well,
actually, we'd like to show you something.
This look familiar to you?
Should it?
Well,
not this actual gun.
This is a plastic replica.
But ballistics reports
show that this is the exact type of gun
that was used in Zahid's murder.
Which you would have used if you actually murdered Zahid.
If?
I remember now, yes, this was the type of gun.
Good.
So, you wouldn't mind showing us then, would you?
You know, how you shot Zahid.
It's okay.
It's just like a toy. It's not gonna hurt anybody.
You can just aim it at the wall over there.
You don't have to do this.
And that's how you held it?
Yes.
Just like that?
Yes.
And then you pulled the trigger?
I did.
You see, that's the problem we're having.
- What problem? - Well,
it looks kind of like you are just imitating something
you saw in an old western.
We didn't sign up for Guns 101, Detectives.
Well, maybe you should have, Counselor,
'cause if you did, you'd know that if she actually pulled
the trigger on a gun like that while holding it that way,
she'd have broken her thumb.
Wait.
I think I held it like this.
Yeah, and you know what I think?
I think you've never held a gun before in your life,
including on the night of your husband's murder.
So you want to tell us what's really going on?
Or are you gonna stick with that confession?
Okay. Suit yourself.
I mean, what if Maya is covering for her son?
I mean, look at him.
He's practically walking around
with a sign on his back that says "Kick me,"
courtesy of his old man.
So he hates his dad.
Is that really enough reason to kill him?
A cheating dad, maybe not.
A hurt mom, maybe so.
But we don't have squat on him, though.
We would have to throw out the mom's confession
just to keep the case open.
Yeah, we're not gonna throw it out.
We're just gonna let her go to jail?
For now.
Yeah.
Entry is only permitted
once you sign in.
Please line up to sign in.
You must have photo ID.
What are you doing here?
Why don't you take a walk with us, okay?
Gate.
This way. Thank you.
Right over here.
You stand there.
How long is she gonna be in here?
In this facility?
A couple months.
Till they move her to state prison.
Then she'll probably spend the rest of her life there.
For self-defense?
Wasn't self-defense.
She shot your dad when he was making a delivery.
He was suffocating us.
You don't know how hard it was for us living with him.
Harder than a life alone
behind bars?
I'll-I'll visit.
Less and less.
You don't know anything about me.
We know that you're a lot more like your dad than you think.
I'm nothing like him.
I'd never hurt her.
Not for nothing, but it looks like she's hurting right now.
He lied, then he cheated.
And he had the nerve to hit her
when she confronted him about it.
She didn't deserve that.
No!
She didn't.
Do you think she deserves this?
I just wanted to protect her.
Well, why don't you protect her now?
Okay.
Okay, what?
I did it.
I killed my dad.
We know.
So?
It's not so much the perks,
although I've never been to a Super Bowl,
and that'd be kind of neat.
Correction.
You've never been to the Super Bowl
sitting in the commissioner's box.
That would be unforgettable.
And I could bring my people along with me?
Oh, it's an easy point to negotiate.
They'll want you comfortable and confident.
That'd be nice.
You know what else would be nice?
A seven-figure salary.
Never having to worry about money again?
Tell me about it.
Don't underestimate that.
I don't.
The writers, uh, Joseph Heller and Kurt Vonnegut...
they're at this...
at this billionaire's party on Shelter Island,
and Vonnegut says, "You know, Joe,
"this guy makes more money in a day than you did
on all the sales of Catch-22."
And Heller says,
"Yeah, but I got something he will never have...
enough."
Yeah. Well, that's a nice story to tell yourself
when you realize you're never gonna make bank.
Are you getting all wobbly on me here, Frank?
What's your skin in this, Lenny?
What do you mean?
You getting some kind
of headhunter fee or something if I do sign on?
Okay.
That hurts.
I'm sorry, Lenny. I really am.
I'm sorry.
It's just, this thing... it's... it's got me flailing,
stomping on the toes of people I love.
Frank, the people who love you just want you to be happy, okay?
I-I know that.
Then just accept that.
Well, hey, I'm trying.
Well, try harder.
I thought the selfish thing would be to take the job,
the money, the perks, but...
I realize the selfish thing, for me,
would be to stay here, where I feel valuable.
And you know what everybody's saying?
They're saying, "Be a little selfish."
You've earned it.
Yeah.
So, I'm taking 'em up on it.
Just not the way they would have thought.
Huh.
I just lost a bet with myself.
On why you'd pass, if you did.
What'd you bet on?
The picture of you with 33 bosses,
and one of 'em called "The Commissioner."
That would be the smart money.
Hey, partners for life.
Thank you, Lenny.
Any time.
You got a second?
Not really.
It's about Sean.
What, is he in the hospital again?
No, Danny, but I think I can help.
I don't need your help.
Would you listen to me?
I know how he feels in ways that maybe you couldn't
because I grew up under you, too.
What the hell does that even mean... you grew up under me?
Looking up to you.
You were cool in sixth grade.
Who the hell's cool in sixth grade, Danny?
Maybe you were just so uncool
that I seemed like a god by comparison.
People saw you as Danny Reagan, the high school athlete,
and then Marine, and then you came back,
and you were the decorated rookie.
And then star detective and solid family man.
And when Joe died...
And I came back to try and...
fill that hole,
the hardest part was going back
and playing on the fields that you used to play on,
and comparing myself to you, and always coming up short.
What do you want me to do with this, kid?
I don't know. You just-just own it. Just...
There are guys in your life who feel like
they come up short with you, so bend towards them a little.
How?
I don't... You'll figure it out.
See ya.
What?
- It's your father. - Open the door, quick!
Come on! It's urgent.
I just got a call to a hostage situation over on the Bowery.
You want to ride along?
Really?
No.
You got me.
Well, I got something else, too.
Reservations at Gallaghers,
me and you, couple steaks and a couple beers?
I'm 18. They won't serve me.
You're a freshman in college.
You're trying to tell me you don't have a fake ID?
For emergencies.
Right. For emergencies.
Yep.
Good thinking.
Why don't you put on a proper shirt, okay?
Yes, sir.
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