Congrats, Reagan.
For what?
Jason Lipkis goes down for three murders
and will never see sunlight as a free man again.
But all three of his vics are still dead.
Well, that's... out of our hands.
I know. But don't you wish
we could just get ahead of it sometime?
I mean, stop something before it goes south?
Like that.
Been seeing these things everywhere.
I mean, why can't we help her?
"My name is Angie Shaw and I am lost in New York.
Please help my brother David find me."
Okay, well, why don't you give him a call?
- We don't have to call him. - Why not?
He's standing right there, handing out the flyers.
Hey. Scuse me.
Detective Reagan. My partner, Detective Baez.
Okay, I'll stop.
- Come again? - Last cop who came up
said I was harassing people
and defacing public property with these.
Good. So you've already talked to the cops.
Here, back in Akron,
half the time, they don't return my calls.
Half the time, they don't have a clue.
Well, your sister's still missing, right?
It's just, uh, she's not well.
So, uh...
you know, if I don't find her...
You don't have to.
We're gonna find her.
Hey, Eddie.
Hey. What's up?
Are you related to an Armin Janko?
Um, yeah, he's my dad.
So then you'll want to talk to him.
"hell" and "no."
And after you tell him that, hang up fast
or he's gonna try and find a way to empty your wallet.
Oh, he's not on the phone.
He's in the holding cell.
Dad?
Sweetheart.
- What are the odds, huh? - That you'd break out
of prison? I'd say that's a pretty sure bet.
No, I was released a couple of weeks ago.
Uh, finally.
I'm a free man.
Says the guy behind bars.
Just a misunderstanding.
I can get it cleared up.
So, what, you've been out, like, two weeks
and you haven't even called me?
Only because whatever I would've done before--
the lying,
the scheming--
now I do the opposite.
Including ignoring your daughter.
I didn't want you to think I was asking for anything.
I can't believe this.
All right, Mr. Janko.
Next stop is Central Booking.
I've turned over a new leaf, sweetheart.
It was really great seeing you.
Carrie Ewbanks.
Anthony. Thanks for coming.
Let me guess-- they found a floater.
Nope, just diving with GoPros,
searching the river.
What, for hepatitis?
Dropped iPhones, lost sunglasses.
Apparently, it's a YouTube thing.
And this time, they found this.
You got to be kidding me.10mm
1911 with pearl grips.
From that old homicide of yours, right?
Shooter was,
uh, Jane...?
Jade. Jade Jones. But that was six years ago.
She said she tossed it in the water a quarter mile from here.
Time and tide, I guess.
But if that is the gun...
Got to get it back in water before it oxidizes even more.
What I meant was...
Yeah, I know what you meant.
If this is the gun,
I might've put an innocent girl in prison.
He's here?
He is. And he's hot.
So the archbishop is hot.
He is.
Okay. Let's have him.
I don't know.
Your Eminence.
Don't act so respectful, Frank.
It seems there is a problem.
And playing dumb suits you even less.
Hey. Please, sit.
I'll stand, thank you.
Okay.
Father Mike McDougal.
Yes. What about him?
His apartment was burglarized last night.
Is he okay?
He's pretty shook up, but he'll be fine.
Someone probably cased him as an easy mark,
seeing as he spends most of his days outside our precincts
with a bullhorn, yelling, "Defund the police."
He has a right to free speech.
- No one is disputing that. - He also has
a right to make a 911 call.
He didn't.
This isn't funny, Frank.
Come on. It's a little bit funny, Kevin.
I'll tell you
what's not funny.
The fact that someone in your department
leaked the tape of his 911 call.
Probably hitting their websites even as we speak.
I know this, because reporters have been calling me
for a comment.
Kevin, I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, in today's world,
"sorry" is woefully insufficient.
Well, in this case, well-intentioned.
Well, I'll tell you what's not well-intentioned.
The fact that, every day, there's a new existential crisis
in the institutions of our country.
What we once thought was eternal
is now being cast aside by the mob.
Hey, they're at my gates, too.
You've embarrassed the Church, Frank.
Not the priest who is throwing gasoline
on the fires that burn in this city day and night?
This is about the person in your department
who leaked confidential information.
Well, when the person is found,
measures will be swift and appropriate.
Thank you, but I need more than just a slap on the wrist.
You need?
Yes.
The dignity of the Church demands it.
Kevin, you once told me you had nothing but respect
for the boundaries between our two spheres.
Non-overlapping magisteria.
So please don't tell me how to do my job.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Good.
But, uh, you might want to ask yourself
what's more important,
your office
or your faith?
-CREDITS-
I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.
Well, the trespassing charge is not dropped, Dad.
It's what's called a desk appearance ticket.
- And if you don't show up for your court date... - I'll show up.
- I promise. - Well, I don't know what that's worth.
Because, you know, I also talked to the lady
- at the halfway house you were staying at... - That was not court-mandated.
Well, you s... I'm-- It's a private group.
You still bailed.
I couldn't stay with those people.
You are one of those people.
I was. But not five minutes out of prison,
they're all back to their old ways.
They're ripping each other off,
they're s-- uh, scoring drugs.
There was even this big lug of a guy,
said he heard I was a financial whiz
so I should help him launder his money or else.
I had to get out.
Wait, where have you been staying, Dad?
You know, around.
Like on the street?
Honey.
Thanks again.
A-And I'll make that court date.
Dad, you're not going anywhere.
In order to qualify for the DAT, you need a verifiable address.
You didn't.
Against my better judgment.
And you drove from where?
Uh, from Akron, two weeks ago.
Because your sister has problems.
It is not her fault.
Our mom passed away when we were kids,
and our dad raised us.
But... he was always drunk.
He never worked.
And he forced Angie
to wait on him hand and foot,
night and day.
And you?
He was horrible to me, too.
But I got married when I was 18,
so I was able to move out.
But she had to stay.
Till the day he died.
She didn't even want a funeral.
She just said she was using what little money he had
to come to New York and finally live the life she deserves.
What about the flyers you put up?
Any tips from that?
Crank calls, mostly.
Uh, there was a homeless man who swears he...
saw her at a food bank and that she's calling herself Kim.
But he wanted 500 bucks
to tell me which one, and...
I didn't have it.
Well, you don't have to give us a dime.
Give us a call
if you think of anything or hear anything else.
Um, and you guys are for real? Like, um,
I said, the cops have been pretty useless.
That's them. We're us.
Well, gee,
I didn't get you anything.
I need to reopen a case.
You want to explain or do I just hop to it?
One of the last cases I caught with the NYPD
was the homicide of a Black Lotus boy.
I put away a member of a female gang out of East New York.
Jade Jones.
Except that Jade always said that she didn't do it,
that she was ordered to but that she tossed the gun
in the East River instead.
- Just relax. Take a breath. - Yeah,
but-but if that's the gun, she might've been telling the truth.
Where did you get this anyway?
And don't tell me you recently picked up swimming.
Some divers found it, and they gave it to a detective.
Carrie Ewbanks.
I, uh...
kind of borrowed it from her.
And broke chain of custody?
Yeah, but so what? Eh...
Okay, Anthony, you see all these papers
that you just got wet?
These are for a trial tomorrow
that still needs critical information,
which I do believe I asked you for.
Yeah, but we both know that the system gets things wrong.
What if that happened here?
Well, then she will get justice.
You promise?
Of course.
'Cause the moment I saw that gun, uh...
all I could think of is, uh, Jade screaming at the jury
that she was innocent.
Well, all the more reason why we should do this right.
So I will get this gun back to Detective Ewbanks
to be vouchered properly while you get back to work
and deliver me what I need.
In the meantime, I'm due
before a judge who hopefully won't mind
that my motion now smells like low tide.
And the archdiocese called to say all parishes
that hold our outreach events are now unavailable
due to scheduling conflicts.
All because his guy got called out for the hypocrite he is.
Well, I'm concerned about our guy, okay?
Who deserves a medal, you ask me.
I didn't ask, Sid.
But, Frank, it's playing well with the public.
And every PD in this country
apparently is raising a glass to us.
And leaking it is a violation of department policy.
If McDougal didn't want heat,
maybe he should've called on his better angels, not us.
And now several members of the city council
are going on the record that his "defund the police" mantra
is overkill.
See, boss?
Take the win.
If I lose Kevin Kearns, it's no win.
Sir, our enemies fight dirty all the time.
So maybe a little asymmetrical warfare
levels the playing field.
And if make an enemy of the Church,
everyone loses.
That's all for now.
Abigail, you stay.
Let's talk for a minute.
You just found a guy and just told him we'd help him?
A random guy?
No, his sister's missing, boss.
I mean, just have a heart.
Okay, so?
So, dead ends.
- But for now. - Yeah, no.
You got one more day and this case goes to Missing Persons.
But, boss, I promised him.
You promised him what?
You take cases off rotation.
You don't take strays off the street.
You got 24 hours and that's it.
All right. Great.
Detectives.
Mr. Shaw,we said
we were gonna give you a call.
You're giving up, aren't you?
Says who?
I can see it on your faces.
Look, I get it.
- You're busy. - No.
We're not too busy, okay?
We dumped her cell phone.
We have shelters, ERs
and psych wards still to look into.
So, you want the truth,
we're kind of just getting started.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Honey, I'm home!
Oh. Hey. Hey, babe.
I do something wrong?
What?
- That's not for you. That's... - Wow! A hot shower feels so good.
In Otisville, I swear, the water came out only in cubes.
Hello, son.
Armin.
Didn't know we were harboring fugitives.
Oh, no, no, no.
He's not on the lam. He...
got out.
No way.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, Dad, could you...?
Ah.
Yeah.
He doesn't have anywhere else to go.
Well, I'm pretty sure we could find him a hotel
in the city somewhere or...
No, it's only for a few days. It...
I know you don't like him.
What? It's not that. I barely know him.
Well, then what?
Hey, I don't like the effect he has on you.
Every time he comes walking back into your life, you--
I'm watching you cry yourself to sleep.
Well, this time, my eyes are wide open.
I locked up our guns,
and I told him
he's on house arrest
while he looks for a place of his own.
So it's just you, me and him on top of each other
u-until who knows when?
I know when.
H-His court appearance.
It's in three days.
Morning.
What time is it?
It's, uh...
- it's up on the wall. - Wow.
First time in years I haven't had to sleep with one eye open.
Where's Eddie?
Work.
And you?
- Right here. - I mean,
you're not going in today?
I'm, uh... I'm working a midnight tonight.
Oh. This is great.
How's that?
Look,
I know you don't like me.
Armin, can we-- can we not do that?
No chance you taking this moment and actually getting to know me?
I think I know what I need to.
Not what's in my heart.
I know you're a con man
and that you use people without a care in the world
as to who you hurt in the process.
Jamie... Look,
just... get up,
enjoy another hot shower
and then get on your phone and find someplace to live.
While you're at it,
count your blessings
you got an absolute angel for a daughter.
Is Your Eminence asking me to cease
- and desist? - I'm asking you to dial it down.
Dial down the most important work I can do for my parish?
Show me the chapter and verse
about demonstrating outside police precincts.
The Lord himself cast the money changers out of the temple.
Apples and oranges.
Cast out those who preyed on the poor.
Which is exactly what the police are doing.
Morning.
What are you doing here?
Well, I came to see you.
And... Father McDougal here.
How did you know we would both be here?
The driver of your protection detail
is an NYPD detective, so...
Look,
I just thought it might ease tensions a little
if I met Father McDougal myself.
Commissioner,
if you... No, please.
It's Frank.
And this is Lieutenant Gormley.
Sid.
Is Sid here for backup?
As an example of the men and women
on the receiving end
of Father McDougal's bullhorn.
You know, the ones you're trying to get us
kicked out of our jobs.
So this is an ambush?
No.
I simply wanted to give the father here
a chance to explain how defunding the police
would promote peace in our city.
Pretty self-explanatory.
Not really.
Even after your place was burglarized?
I'm praying for whoever did that.
Since before or after you called us?
- Some respect? - Hey,
what was the phrase you used in my office?
Free speech is his right.
Your Eminence, I'm not trying to be a jerk,
but guys like him who shoot off their mouth
about stuff they know nothing about,
it's guys like me who bear the brunt of it.
We are the ones who get spat on.
We are the ones who get ambushed.
When you're not brutalizing our citizens.
Oh, are you gonna tar all of us with that brush?
Because I'm sure all priests don't like to be blamed
for what some of you do.
Okay, Sid.
Finally.
My point is only this--
the system is broken and needs to be reformed.
Redirected resources,
better training,
a new attitude.
That is not what "defund the police" means.
And it is not how it plays out there.
Even when it comes from a priest wearing a collar.
Yeah. Thank you. We're done, Baez.
Yeah, tell me about it.
No matches for our Angie Shaw
- on LexisNexis... - No, that's not what I mean.
We found her.
- How? - I tracked down the soup kitchen
where the guy saw her.
Seems the manager saw her, too,
except she was going under the name of Kim Banning.
But she wasn't there for a meal.
She was applying for a job from the "help wanted" ad
as a bookkeeper.
Did she get the job?
No, but I got her address.
Detectives.
Got it, boss.
I got her address. Let's go.
You're messing with me.
Jade, I'm not.
And why would I trust you?
Look, I know you blame me for you being in this hell.
But finding that gun may change things.
Oh, as in I get out.
Look, I'm not promising anything.
But I need your help to go over
some of the details of the case.
It's been a long time.
I remember everything like it was yesterday.
It's all I've had to think about for years.
Okay.
So your gang sister testified
that you not only did the hit on the Black Lotus kid
but that you bragged about it.
She lied because she hates me.
Even now.
All my girls have come to visit except her.
On the night that you said you threw the gun in the river,
where exactly were you... Not another word!
Not another word, Ms. Jones.
You either, Anthony.
Who are you?
Assistant District Attorney Erin Reagan.
And this meeting is premature and unsanctioned by my office.
You were telling the truth?
Now, how did you know I was here with her?
Because I know you. Now let's go.
You know, technically,
my boss is the D.A. squad supervisor.
You're gonna play that card with me now?
A-And you're gonna let her sit here
one more minute than she needs to?
- Let's go. - There a problem, folks?
Not at all, ma'am. I'm just following my investigator out.
No! You can't leave!
- I'll be in touch, Jade. - No. Not anytime soon. I am sorry,
Ms. Jones, if this has caused any sort of confusion.
You don't know the things that they do to me in here!
I get raped! And I get jumped!
And none of this should've happened because I'm innocent!
Hey! Get back! Come on!
Ms. Reagan!
- You got to help me! - Come on!
- I don't belong in here! - Come on! Let's go!
I don't belong in here!
Okay, Terry.
Thanks anyway.
Honey.
Any luck on the house hunt?
Uh, not yet, but I'll find a place.
Okay.
- Hey. - Hey.
You're leaving?
Yeah. I mean, I figured I'd hit the gym
before work, so...
Well, I-I got a roast for Sunday dinner.
So, whip up
a marinade before you leave?
Sure.
You know, um...
Eddie was telling me about, uh, your family's tradition.
Sounds nice.
Yeah, sure is.
Didn't you invite Lena once?
Uh, well, that was a wedding thing.
Uh, you know, remember our wedding,
when you, uh... Jamie.
- What? - You're not wrong.
But it might be easier for me to move on from past mistakes
if you weren't throwing 'em in my face every five seconds.
- Dad. - Well, believe me,
I'd love nothing more than to think that you've cleaned up
your act, Armin, but you'll forgive me
if I need just a shred of evidence.
You know what? Even if I was invited,
I couldn't go, because my job now is to find a place of my own
so I can get out of your hair.
Kim Banning?
Who are you?
Detectives Reagan
and Baez.
What do you want?
Well, to check on you.
Your brother's been worried sick about you.
That is you, right?
Oh, my God.
- What? - He said he's my brother?
- He's not? - David Shaw
is my ex-fianc�.
He's been stalking me
for months.
So your real name isn't Angie Shaw?
- Only if I'd married him. - And your father
wasn't a raving lunatic?
He died of cancer six months ago.
And then I got laid off. And it was all just too much.
So I told David we'd have to postpone the wedding.
And he got upset. Went ballistic?
I really did love him once.
But he wouldn't leave me alone.
So, finally, I moved here and changed my name
just to get away.
And now... you found me.
It-It's okay. He doesn't know.
But if you did, so could he.
- Oh, my God! - Okay. Look,
here's what we're gonna do.
We'll take you to the squad room with us
and we'll try to find a judge who will give you
an order of protection, okay?
Okay.
Okay, let me get my purse.
Oh, geez, Reagan.
What did we do?
Not "we." It was me.
Well, still, Gee's gonna kill us.
And he'll make us work it still.
You think?
I can hear him now.
"If you broke it, you bought it."
Maybe we saved her from a stalker.
Angie?
You okay in there?
Angie?!
Coming in, Angie!
The hell'd she go?
Angie.
You up there?
Son of a bitch.
You think she ran out on us?
Not without her keys, she didn't.
I think David followed us here.
Put it over the air.
Now we're looking for both of them.
Well, you were missed at a very lovely mass this morning.
Well, there's a woman missing out there somewhere,
and I got to find her, so...
hopefully, God'll give me a pass on this one.
I like Father Cabrillo's sermons.
It doesn't feel like he's talking down to you.
Puh!
Not so much?
Not today.
Going on and on about the-the pain
of being betrayed by people closest to you.
Archbishop Kearns probably dictated that directly to him.
You're imagining things, Pop.
The hell I am. Kearns knows we always go
to that noon mass there.
And Cabrillo was looking at you the whole time.
He looked at everyone.
Yes. And then he'd look directly back
to you making his next point.
I can take it.
Yeah. Dad's tough, Gramps.
I liked that sermon, too.
Not being able to trust a stranger--
that comes with most territories. But...
being betrayed by someone closer to you,
I imagine that's really hard.
Hear, hear.
Hmm. Still upset at Anthony
for the whole bumper sticker fiasco?
I don't want to talk about it.
Except you already are.
No. Hey, guys, that was directed at me.
Trouble in paradise?
Eddie's dad is our new roommate. That's...
Wait. Whoa. No, okay, wait.
Only for a couple of days.
He got an early release,
and he's trying to...
make a better life for himself.
Allegedly. Yeah.
Hopefully.
Wait, he's living with you now? Today?
Yeah.
Why didn't you ask him to dinner?
Well, um, he had to look for an apartment.
But you did invite him?
Yeah.
Yeah, so you...
didn't want him here?
Oh. I mean, it's not...
that so much as...
He's just out of prison, so we thought
that it might be awkward.
For him or for us?
Well, for both.
Eddie, anyone in your family is welcome at this table.
Thank you.
So you think that we really
should have encouraged him to come?
No. It's just that we'd always make room.
What Dad's really trying to say is that,
even though it's nice to have saints at the table,
it's a lot more fun to have sinners.
You know, they tell better stories.
And way better jokes.
There you go.
Dad! We're home.
We brought dessert.
Armin?
Dad.
- I think he's gone. - Like...
left?
He didn't leave a note?
It's because we didn't invite him to dinner.
Did seem like his feelings were pretty hurt.
Well, now he's out there.
He's all alone, again, by himself.
What is that?
A spy cam?
What do you want? I'm a cop.
Let's see it. Come on.
All right.
Who's this guy?
Wait, he said there was a...
a drug dealer at his halfway house.
- A big lug. - Fits that description.
And...
away they go.
Wait. Right there. Look. He's gripping
my dad's arm and he's forcing him out the door.
Come on, you're seeing things.
No.
Actually, you're not.
Sid and I have taken a two-pronged approach
to find our leaker.
The burglary occurred within the confines of the 4-6 precinct,
so I've been, uh, working my contacts there.
And I
kind of reverse-engineered it
and went out to the editors at the outlets
that received the original 911 recording.
Well, you can both take your foot off the gas.
I asked Abigail to look into it.
The results of my investigation.
I don't want that.
And you don't want to open those.
We don't?
No, you don't.
I haven't seen the results.
I don't want to know the results.
Because if I knew...
I would be dutybound to act.
So, you want me to can the guy?
Or guys?
Or girl?
Then I would know who it was.
They'd be missing.
I'm a little in the dark here.
I'm holding fire.
Just this once.
Because the boots on the ground got a big kick out of it.
A boost in morale at a time where it is sorely needed.
And I ain't about to throw a wet blanket
on a boost in cops' morale.
Boss, that's leadership they can't see
but surely will feel.
Thank you.
But this isn't a frat house
or a locker room.
It is the NYPD,
and we don't play pranks
on the public we're sworn to serve.
So...
Just this once.
Hey.
Oh!
Stuff I promised you on your case.
Thank you.
And this...
to say I'm sorry.
That is not necessary.
Yes, it is.
I overstepped badly.
You have a big heart, Anthony.
Yeah, and a big ego that gets bruised
when you don't believe me on something.
You're so damn smart
and you're usually right.
Well, don't go popping any corks anytime soon.
And why not?
I officially opened the Jade Jones case.
I've already asked Detective Ewbanks to get that gun
over to the lab for analysis.
And I need you to reinterview all the participants.
Girl got to you, too, huh?
And your belief in her.
This Angie was quite the hoarder, huh?
Maybe. Or maybe she was just so afraid to go outside
'cause she didn't want David to find her
that she just hunkered down
in here and...
Maybe she's already dead.
Come on. Can we keep a little optimism, please?
I mean, my sister had an obsessive boyfriend in college.
He didn't want to kill her.
He just... was obsessed with her.
He wanted her back.
Yeah, I had one of those. He tried to strangle me.
Luckily, I kicked him in the nuts, changed his mind.
Ah, well, hopefully Angie kicked this guy in the nuts.
'Cause I'd sure like to.
I may have found her phone.
Maria Baez.
Yeah.
Great.
Thanks.
Shaw's truck was found in the bottom level of a parking garage
in Battery Park City, but...
there's no sign of them.
Okay, listen to this text from David.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
"I know I went crazy. I've changed.
"Please just meet me.
"We can even meet in that little park that you love
in Tribeca."
Which is about two minutes away
from Battery Park.
That sounds like another long shot, Danny.
Well, it's the only shot we got.
Let's go.
This lug's name is Barry Trask?
Ran a coke ring across the tristate.
Went to prison for extortion and assault.
He still owns this place.
And you know all this how?
I printed a still from your spy cam,
sent it to Facial Recognition.
And then Narcotics told me Trask kept selling
while he was locked up.
He probably has millions he needs laundered.
That's right up your dad's alley.
No. No. Not anymore.
I hope.
? My best
? I put it on y'all
? You know I got to do it
? I'm the best candidate
? Landslide, thought you knew it ?
Look. See?
See? He fought back.
Yeah. Only question is, who won?
Trask,
you don't got to do this.
So you'll launder my money for me?
I told you...
I'm out of that life.
Nobody gets out of the life.
I got to do this.
I'm begging you.
I'm just trying to go straight.
Nobody goes straight, Janko.
It's in our blood.
Now get in the trunk.
Get in the trunk. Let's go, let's go.
Get in there. Now.
Get up!
Get in there.
Get in the trunk.
All the way in there.
Put your feet in, too.
I...
Police! Don't move!
Eddie, how did you...
Followed the trail of blood, Dad.
I'm an off-duty M.O.S.
in the rank of sergeant. I've been involved in a shooting
at 438 South Tetley.
I need a bus at this location forthwith regarding...
Are you... you okay?
I think he broke my nose.
Yeah.
Let's get you cleaned up, okay?
Hey. Easy.
You've been so good so far.
See?
The universe wants this to happen.
Wants what to happen?
Is that...?
It's the ring
that you gave back to me.
David... No, no. Shh, shh.
Angie, you were so right
to put all this off months ago.
And I should've been more understanding.
But we got through that,
and now is a new beginning for us.
So...
Again...
...will you marry me?
Hey!
Oh, my God! Thank you!
- He has a knife! He has a knife! - Hey!
Drop it right now!
No, she wants to be with me!
She doesn't want to be with you.
Drop the knife right now!
Angie.
I said drop it! Now!
I can't believe
you called.
Thank you so,
- so much for this. - Actually,
there's no reason to thank us.
We don't get cold-blooded killers released from prison.
- What? - The bullet
from the boy in Chinatown was a match
because you shot him and then you tossed the gun.
You still believe that bitch who lied in court?
Actually, I couldn't reinterview her,
'cause she was murdered three years ago.
A hit you ordered from in here.
Says who?
Someone very close to you.
Your mother.
Turns out she had a warrant out
and was very happy to make a trade.
Lenience in exchange for the burner phone you had her hide.
In other words, you'll be going to trial
again and getting convicted again
for yet another murder.
You two are dead.
Guard?
My mom, too. I'll make it happen,
even from in here.
You hear me?
You are all dead!
Let's go!
- I don't belong in here! - Let's go!
You sure you got everything, Dad?
Toothbrush, clothes on my back.
Check.
Just make sure you don't piss off Lena,
or, believe me, you'll be begging to get back in prison.
I still can't believe your mother agreed to take me in.
She wants you to succeed.
We all do.
All of you?
Manner of speech.
Hey.
Okay.
I'm off.
Hey.
Bye, Dad.
Hey, I'll-I'll be in touch.
Great.
Hey.
I'm sorry about everything with your dad.
Why don't you make it up to me?
Yeah.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Sorry, we're closed.
Hey. It's been three weeks since my last confession,
and these are my sins.
Hubris. Mendacity.
Acting in contempt of your Church, for starters.
Well, I'm sorry, Your Eminence, but Father McDougal
is guilty of those sins as well.
- Really, Frank? - Yeah.
Really. Wearing a collar and cloth
to promote anarchy.
Lying about my department and its ways and means.
And so acting in contempt of the Church.
And I know you know, Kevin.
He had it coming.
No, I don't know that.
Yeah, you do.
Did you find the perps?
They have been dealt with.
Severely?
Appropriately.
Am I permitted to instruct my detail
not to disclose my future whereabouts to you?
Yes, but it was not necessary.
That was an exceptional circumstance.
And what are you doing back in Father McDougal's church?
I'm waiting for him to return from a hospital visit
so I can tell him he's being transferred to Buffalo.
Mike McDougal can be a pain.
You think?
Course, I still share God's love for him.
Oh. Of course. And...
deep down, I chose to think he had good intentions as well.
A good cop needs street smarts.
So does a good priest.
But standing outside a police station with a bullhorn,
calling for the cancellation of the cops...
what-what do you think, nothing's gonna happen?
Probably a tactical error in there somewhere.
Well...
and then expect me to clean up his mess?
I miss personal responsibility.
Well, I pray we're just going through a temporary drought.
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