Get your ass out here, Rocco.
You're the one who called 911? Yeah, after that man
broke my window over there.
He's out of his mind. Wanna play
The Price is Right? Come on down. Get your ass out here.
Hey! Hey! Whoa! Hey! Knock it off!
Not until he comes out of my place so I can kick his ass.
I told you, he's nuts.
Lady, I already apologized to you.
For the bad aim, not for interrupting my soaps.
Ma'am, why don't you take a step back. Sir, what's your name?
His name is Trespassing Jerkwad, so arrest him.
How can I trespass in my own building?
Name's Vince Harris.
And you up there?
Rocco Amato.
He's been harassing me for weeks.
Because I own that apartment,
and you're a squatter!
Wait, wait. Ma'am,
have you ever seen this man before?
No, just the guy upstairs. He's been here for a while.
Because I was away on business,
and he moved in and changed the locks.
To protect myself against freaks like you.
That's it, you son of a bitch.
Hey! Whoa! Hey! Okay, all right.
Drop it.
Why aren't you listening to me?
Okay, we will, down at the station.
Thank you for coming in, Ms. Jansen. Sure.
Took us a while to find you.
I don't answer calls from unknown numbers.
Might end up buying an extended car warranty.
But you did hear his messages, right?
And I still googled Mr. Abetemarco
to make sure he was legit.
Deanne, it's Anthony.
Sorry.
The question is, are you friends with Sloane Adams?
I worked for her.
You also were roommates. Years ago.
And then she hired me, and after that,
the only time we talked, it was her yelling about an ad buy.
So, you didn't know she was stealing
from real estate clients?
I'm in marketing.
Sorry, is that a yes or a no?
Erin, she didn't know.
I mean, she explained all this during her pre-interview.
And he explained that you might want me as a witness.
But no friendly contact beyond work,
no knowledge of financials?
All I know is that none of this surprises me about her.
So, I can go, right?
Yes, um, if you think of anything
that you think might be useful, please give us a call.
I already have his number.
Use it anytime, Deanne.
What?
The governor's here.
Thank you, Baker.
Frank, pleasure as always.
Please.
I wasn't expecting a visit today.
I keep my itinerary close to the vest.
Yeah. Yeah, well, of course I knew you were in the city,
but not on my docket till...
oh, about a half hour ago.
I decided to jump on this on the way in.
You ever get that, I don't know,
philosophical feeling,
looking out a window as the world goes by?
Seize this moment?
Yes.
Then I sleep on whatever that feeling was.
Usually, I do, too.
But this time, I know it's time to make the change.
Sounds ominous.
To bail reform laws.
Governor...
we already have a revolving door in our courts.
Look, I know we've been on opposite sides of this issue.
For good reason, respectfully.
I want to join your side.
Are you saying...
you want to get rid of them?
I can't move mountains, Commissioner,
but maybe I can restore the provision keeping anyone
with a prior gun charge from being released.
Your legislature will push back.
So will your city council.
But if we're a united front?
Unbeatable.
All this from a helicopter ride?
Up there, my vision gets sharper.
I can see the horizon.
Mm.
You and I need to stand together
and make New York safer.
So, this is where the one percent
send their daughters to school, huh?
Greyton? More like the one percent of the one percent.
Hmm.
So, no wood shop, huh?
Why don't you ask them,
so they can laugh in our faces?
Absolutely ridiculous!
Step back, ma'am.
Excuse us. Police. Excuse us.
What's happening? What's going on?
Nobody's saying anything.
Please, just stay back, okay?
What's going on, Meyers? Deceased female.
Gabi Toren. 17.
And from her room, looks like
a star student.
Who found her? School nurse.
Gabi wasn't answering her mom's calls or texts,
so she called for a wellness check.
- Gabi, honey! - Ma'am.
Honey. No, let me go. That's probably her now.
Where are you? No, no. You cannot be up here.
Please let me go. Let me go. Come with me.
Get out of my way! Calm down. Calm down.
Where's my daughter, Gabi?
W-What is it? Tell me.
It appears she took her own life.
What? N-No. She wouldn't.
We're sorry.
No, no, I'm telling you!
She wouldn't take her life! They did it.
They who? They...
They... they all bullied Gabi.
They tore her to pieces every day,
but she-she stood strong,
so they must've killed her!
They must've killed her! Gabi!
We can't. We can't. Gabi, please.
No, Gabi.
Okay...
CREDITS
Left hand, please.
How is it you're arresting me?
Let's see, reckless endangerment,
criminal mischief.
Oh, I was hitting the windows.
And you could've killed somebody with your crappy aim.
Come on.
I don't believe this.
A squatter takes over my place,
tosses all my stuff in the dumpster out back,
and now this.
It's not fair.
Well, he's not lying about living there.
Address is on the I.D.
That guy Rocco is really a squatter?
God's honest.
Okay, have you filed a complaint?
Multiple times, but all you cops say the same thing.
I was out of town for so long,
and he's been there over 30 days,
he now has tenant rights.
As per the COVID-era eviction laws.
Exactly.
Have you tried Housing Court?
With what money?
All mine goes to renting another place
till I get him out.
Come on, you guys seem okay.
Can you please help me get my life back?
Hey.
Good tour today? Yeah.
Except for a dirtbag squatter.
Rocco Amato?
I get word every time a CI gets caught in a police dustup.
He's an informant?
Yeah, which is why I need to ask you...
Jamie, no. Yes.
He is a chiseling weasel.
And FIO is closing in on a heavy-hitter drug dealer
that Rocco's gonna provide intel on.
Wait, so he hasn't delivered yet?
That's all I can say.
Then he's playing you, Jamie.
Just like he's playing the guy whose place he took over.
Just give me a week, tops.
Okay? There's got to be...
some other squatters out there that you can collar.
Fine.
Gabi just got accepted to Yale.
We went shopping last weekend to pick out...
sheets and stuff for her dorm.
She was happy.
People can mask a lot of pain.
You said she'd been bullied?
Girls go to Greyton because their mothers
or grandmothers went here.
But Gabi was smart.
She got in on scholarship.
So, already different from the others.
Maybe... plainer,
or not as thin.
She got pushed around.
She got literally, physically pushed around?
Gabi came home last weekend with a bruise on her neck.
She said something...
blew up in robotics class,
but it looked like a handprint to me.
Did you tell the school?
Dean Bannon?
Please.
She's always too busy kissing the rich kids' asses.
So, I do what Gabi told me to do, what she does,
ignore the haters
and focus on the positive.
See?
She was happy.
That's how I know someone else did this.
And then made it look like a suicide?
Maybe whoever left that bruise on her throat
came back to finish the job.
Now, go do yours and find them.
We will.
In those exact words?
Yep.
And then the second shoe dropped?
Nope.
So, why aren't you smiling?
Hell, if I was PC,
I'd be up on that desk
doing my end-zone dance.
Can't unsee that.
There's more to this story.
Says? My gut.
Bait and switch?
Uh, that's never been his M.O.
He's transactional, sure, but he's never been a swindler.
Or...
Or?
He's so good, you don't see the swindle
till he's already back in Albany.
And we could play this game
till the cows come home, or...
you can stop looking this gift horse in the mouth.
With Albany, that's never the end you're looking at.
Yeah, but, boss,
keeping bad guys with guns off the street
is a win for every cop out there.
And every citizen, too.
Okay.
So, sitting across from me are two sharp cops
and one Olympic-caliber cynic.
Put your wits together and bring me a basket,
even if it's empty.
Anthony, I've been thinking.
Oh, boy.
"Oh, boy," what?
With you, "I've been thinking"
could be, uh, "I'm getting my nails a different color,"
or "I'm gonna indict the mayor."
Deanne Janson.
What about her?
Your thoughts?
We tried. It didn't pan out.
No, not as a witness. Her.
She's very nice. Very nice,
and very cute and seems very sweet on you.
Asking a witness out violates about
six different kinds of ethics laws.
We already crossed her off the list.
Oh, so this is you playing matchmaker?
Well, you have accused me in the past of
using work to distract me from actual life.
And every time, you say, "Mind your own beeswax."
Which is great advice,
so take it.
I've been crying all day.
Me, too.
Yeah, without Gabi, we're screwed next week.
So, that's why you're upset?
Because you might
lose a robotics tournament?
No, no, no. Gabi was our team leader.
She did all of our programming.
Which is why she got early admission and we didn't.
Unless we crush this competition.
So, you're friends or not?
Yes, of course. Totally.
I mean,
sometimes she'd look at you like you were a total idiot.
And her laugh
could be, like, really annoying.
But overall, cool. Yeah.
Okay, so which one of you killed her?
Excuse you?
Well, you're acting all nice and friendly
like you cared about her,
but all I'm getting is jealousy
and anger. Okay, fine,
we weren't all besties.
But you don't hurt your star quarterback
right before the Super Bowl. Duh.
So who would?
Somebody assaulted Gabi just last week.
Who?
Obviously someone you're all afraid of.
I'm not afraid of Joanna. Lizzie, shut up.
Joanna who?
Joanna Zevin.
She, like, rules this school.
And why would she assault Gabi?
Eh, I don't know.
Me, neither.
I do.
Joanna Zevin? Detective Reagan,
my partner Detective Baez. We'd like a word.
Hold on.
Okay. Hi.
Hi.
Is this about Gabi?
How'd you guess?
Everyone's talking about it.
And saying how you used to
torment her on a daily basis.
Who said that?
Not important.
I want their names. Now.
You get pissed easily, huh, Joanna?
You know what? It doesn't matter.
Me teasing Gabi was all in good fun.
It wasn't fun for Gabi.
If she didn't have such a stick up her butt,
she'd know it wasn't that serious.
What's serious
is that she took her own life yesterday.
Am I supposed to cry now?
What is wrong with you?
Okay, maybe let's try another topic.
Yeah, let's talk about revenge porn.
That wasn't me.
Last year,
when Gabi ran for student council,
you defaced her posters.
And then, a month ago, photos with her face
photoshopped onto naked porn stars
were plastered everywhere,
including over her bed.
I wouldn't step foot in that loser's room.
Really? 'Cause our techs found
your fingerprints all over her room.
But why were they in the system?
Oh, because you got arrested last summer for
assaulting an Uber driver.
My dad said that was expunged.
- Too bad, so sad. - All right,
why don't we just, uh, take a minute here and...
No, she's trying to ruin me,
just like Gabi and her psycho mom did
when they said I put up those posters,
and almost got me expelled.
Ah, there's your motive.
You're crazy. I'm calling my dad.
Oh, put your stupid phone away.
Okay, we're gonna go,
and we're gonna talk to you again another time.
Come on.
Deanne.
Okay. See you later. See you.
Ms. Reagan.
Oh, Erin. Please, call me Erin.
Okay. Is something wrong?
No, not at all. Just, um...
following up on a few things.
About Sloane? I told you,
I don't know very... Anthony.
Oh.
What did you think of him?
What do you mean?
It's just, I'm his boss, and so
periodically,
I like to follow up to see
if he's representing the D.A.'s office well.
Look, Erin,
I've never really dealt with lawyers and court cases
and cops, whatever,
so I was scared when Anthony called
and left those messages.
But then I met him and...
Total teddy bear.
Exactly.
Yeah, great. That's great.
"Great" what?
Um, it's-it's great that
the public is responding to him so well.
If you, um, remember anything,
or think there might be something useful,
you can call us.
I mean, call Anthony, though.
Okay.
Yeah.
Are you kidding?
I'm not saying "no."
I just need clarity before saying "yes."
Clarity about?
About if, uh, the offer you made to me yesterday
has anything to do with my cops,
your state troopers,
and Mrs. Mendez.
Zero connection.
That was quick.
It's an easy answer.
I'm not Mayor Chase.
I don't need to entertain
your fierce regard for your position the way he does.
Just pointing that out.
Well, my officers were told by your state troopers that
they would take the arrest,
and that never happened.
Because it was a misunderstanding.
Says who?
Says Mrs. Mendez.
It was a wine tasting.
They got a little rowdy. Girls will be girls.
My wife and her friends
are considerably younger than you and me.
But they are all over 18,
and when asked to leave,
one of them threw her wine glass against the wall,
and your wife hauled off
and slapped the manager.
Like I said, a misunderstanding.
Same as in Saratoga,
and East Hampton
and Locust Valley?
Yes.
And police records in those villages will reflect that.
Yeah, and good luck digging 'em up.
And thank God the police commissioner's priority
is keeping us all safe from the governor's wife
blowing off some steam with her friends.
Committing an assault is not "blowing off steam."
Easy there, Commissioner.
Hey, not my words.
They're in the statutes you and I swore to uphold.
You never give a nudge to help your family?
Under the right circumstances.
"Right" being your definition,
which is exactly what I'm doing by mine.
You know,
maybe this isn't really the help she needs.
I'm gonna take that in the spirit
I hope was intended.
Thank you.
Caitlin is a complicated woman,
and of a different background and generation.
Give a guy a break.
Governor, I'd be happy to.
I'm just trying to figure out
if it's tied to your offer.
You know, I took your advice.
Thought I should maybe sleep on seizing that moment.
I'm glad I did.
'Cause I realized you're not the partner
I was looking for after all.
Thanks for dropping by.
So, what's going on?
What else?
Just connecting a few more dots
so we can drop the hammer on that queen bee.
Mm-hmm. No, I mean what's going on with you?
Okay. Maybe it's because I went to
an all-girls school, too.
And you're gonna tell me that
you were bullied in that all-girls school?
Just the opposite.
You were a bully?
Yes.
But it was
a different me back then.
Obviously, you were a kid.
And whoever you were back then,
you're probably a million miles away from that now.
Still, maybe that's why
I can't let another bully off the hook.
That is...
if Joanna actually did it.
'Cause the more I think about it,
the more my gut is telling me
that we're missing something here.
Can your gut be a little more specific?
It's just a feeling.
Eh. Okay.
Well, while you're dealing with your "feeling,"
I'm going to make sure
Joanna Zevin doesn't get away with this
like she's gotten away with everything else in her life.
Did you find everything you're looking for
on Rocco Amato?
Are you spying on me?
FIO flags CI files to make sure they aren't compromised.
Well, then rest easy.
Did Eddie tell you that I was asking her to
steer clear of Rocco?
She mentioned it, yeah.
Thing is, though, I'm not your wife.
So I can't be banned from
looking into any and all dirtbags I choose to.
Officer Badillo, I'm not your boss,
but I am a boss,
so, please, tread carefully.
Oh, well, you got it, "boss."
Excuse me? Guys like Rocco
get away with crap because
guys like you protect him.
When he's no longer valuable to us,
he's all yours.
So, innocent people suffer,
and I'm supposed to keep my trap shut, is that it?
That sounds like sound advice.
Well, here's some advice for you...
Hey, hey. Partner, uh...
something big just came up.
We gotta roll.
Be safe out there.
Yeah.
Thanks for the save.
About to say something dumb.
Oh, it wasn't a save.
911 call just came in from Vince's building.
I heard yelling and fighting.
I thought they were gonna come through my ceiling.
Just go back inside, please.
Central, 2-9 David. I need a bus to this location.
Re: one male assaulted, not likely.
What the hell happened?
I went down the hall to throw some trash down the chute.
And when I got back, Vince jumped me.
And you actually saw him?
Why is that surprising?
You saw him almost take my head off
with those rocks yesterday.
I'm telling you, he's a lunatic.
Not another word, Rocco.
What are you doing here?
Their job.
And we're doing ours.
2-9 David to Central, please be advised,
the 2-9 FIO sergeant will close out this job.
Show us 10-98 at this time.
Come on, partner.
Amen.
Uh, wait, everybody,
I have an announcement to make.
Oh.
Now?
I just spent the entire grace
drooling over these pork chops.
It'll only take a second.
If you're gonna change your pronouns, I'm out.
Oh, come on, let him speak. What is it, Sean?
Well, I've been taking extra classes
and working my butt off overtime. Mm-hmm.
And I just got the news I'll be graduating from NYU
a year early.
What? That's amazing! Whoa.
Congratulations.
Well done, Sean.
- Thank you. - Probably saved
your dad a lot of money, too, right?
You know, that actually never even crossed my mind.
What did?
He's gonna ask to take a gap year?
Can you imagine
what a round-the-world trip would cost?
Probably a hell of a lot more than one year at NYU.
That is not possible.
I am proud of you.
- Really. Always have been. - Yeah.
Way to go.
Thank you.
So what else, Sean?
What's next?
I haven't decided yet.
I was actually hoping for some advice from everybody.
Never get in the way of your dad and his pork chops.
Yeah. Or anything else remotely edible.
Pot, meet kettle.
Hey!
Thank you.
Find a job that makes your heart sing.
Aw. Mm.
And makes you a lot of money.
Oh, come on.
I'm a practical person.
Uh, Pop, what about you?
Cologne should be an invitation,
not an announcement.
Oh, yes. Very good.
See, Danny? That one's even better than yours.
Why am I being picked on here?
'Cause it's fun. Yeah.
It's fun.
Okay. Well, let's see what sage advice
the two comedians have for their nephew.
All right.
You go first. No, you go first.
Well, one of you go.
Okay.
Nothing matters more than love.
- Wow. - See?
Great minds think alike.
And fools seldom differ.
Oh.
Grandpa, you're up.
Ah. Well...
Never forget that, uh, me, Pop,
your mom and dad, your aunts and uncles and...
everyone else has...
always endeavored to give you two things,
roots and wings.
So use 'em.
To Sean.
- To Sean. - To Sean.
Hey.
Got a minute?
Yeah, of course. What's up?
Yeah, what's up is I got a call from Deanne Jenson last night.
Well, that's great.
It wasn't about the case.
Even better. No, it's not.
She wasn't even quite sure why she was calling.
She said she just felt that you were kind of pushing her to.
Me?
When you stalked her at her gym.
I did not stalk her.
Oh, no, so you just happened to be walking by?
Well, no...
The hell is this all about, Erin?
Can't a friend just help a friend?
It's not help
when it's my ass that's gonna get kicked
at the end of all this.
How is that gonna happen?
Look at me.
And then look at Deanne.
Anthony, you're a catch.
Look, I know what my brand is.
And it sells well in certain markets.
But not with Deanne?
Again, have you seen her?
Yeah, I have seen her.
And I see how she smiles when we talk about you.
But if there was ever a possibility of an inkling
of a spark between Deanne and me,
I'm pretty sure you being weird
is the reason she told me to lose her number.
Weird?
Yeah.
Tough day?
Sunday at the cemetery was tougher.
Least I'll have these little reminders of who she was.
"Gabistronaut"?
She was five when she did this.
Said that's what she wanted to be when she grew up.
The girl who put that awful poster in here
tossed it in the trash.
But Gabi put it right back up,
cracks and all.
Said no one was gonna stop her from being herself.
Mm, like you said,
strong girl.
Mm-hmm.
Ms. Toren, do you have any idea where Gabi's laptop is?
No. Why?
Well, we asked CSU to collect it,
and they couldn't find it.
Student laptops are school-issued.
I bet the dean stole it
so she could wipe the hard drive.
And destroy any possible evidence?
Better than destroying Greyton's reputation.
Or maybe...
you have it.
Why would I?
Same reason I want it.
To find any possible answers
to why your little girl is not here anymore.
Okay. Yes. But...
I really just wanted to...
read Gabi's words,
listen to the music she liked.
I understand.
You want to hold on to a piece of her.
Except I couldn't find the password.
We have techs who can help us get into the laptop.
But I'm gonna need it
in order to do it.
Do you really think it'll help?
I hope so.
Sergeant Reagan.
We were just talking about you.
You must be one of those NYPD higher-ups
Mr. Amato says he's tight with.
Could you give us a minute?
Wouldn't mind a sponge bath
from that one, am I right?
Could you not mention
your connection to the department?
Got me better pillows and this private room.
Also, she has a parking ticket. I said you'd look into it.
Rocco, enough.
You've been promising us the name and address
of a bigwig drug dealer.
So out with it.
After you arrest Vince Harris.
Rocco.
Oh, look.
I need that name.
Okay. Seriously.
I asked you guys to back off.
So...
you don't want to see
the footage of poor little Rocco's attacker?
FIO checked all the surrounding security footage.
Well, your guys must've missed something,
'cause we found a street camera
that caught a guy exiting the building's side door.
Wiping blood off his hands.
You know who it is?
Sure as hell wasn't Vince.
I don't even know why I got involved.
I mean, maybe it's because
things have been going so well between us
and I wanted to spread the wealth.
I'm still trying to picture a woman flirting with Anthony.
Can you not?
And since when is matchmaker one of your skills?
What do you mean?
I got us together.
Don't rewrite history.
Don't you remember I spoke to you first
when we met on that basketball court?
Yeah, after-after the ref called you for charging,
you yelled, "In your face, Boyle."
Well...
I just remember things completely differently.
Yeah, and-and, actually, I was the one
who then faked twisting my ankle
so that I could talk to you afterwards.
Well, I do remember that.
And that was very unpersuasive.
Yeah, clearly. 'Cause all you did was toss me a roll of tape
and you said, "See you next game, loser."
Okay, fine. But I did get Tina Stevens
to invite us both to dinner and then fake being sick
so it could just be the two of us.
Wait, what?
Wait, what what?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, I-I thought that Tina was really sick.
I just really wanted to get to know you and...
thought if I...
came right out with it, you would just...
blow me off.
In what universe would I do that?
I don't know. I-I didn't know.
I was scared, I guess.
Like Anthony is scared with Deanne.
And I ruined it all.
So fix it. Oh, no, no, no, no.
Anthony will kill me if I get involved.
Is Anthony like family to you?
Yeah, of course.
Yeah. So what's the point of family
if you don't ignore whatever they think is best for them?
Screw your backlog.
I need manner of death and her tox screen. Yes.
Huh. You're hard at work.
You, too. Any luck?
You know, getting it done.
Yeah, well, that makes one of us.
I've tried all of the mom's suggestions,
plus the typical passwords people use,
plus a blunt-force cracker.
Still nothing.
Try whatever else you can.
Something's got to work here.
Why don't you try thinking about who Gabi was.
Type this in. Password, um...
"Gabistronaut."
Gabi... G-A-B-I...
S-T-R-O-N...
A-U-T.
Bingo.
Good thinking, partner.
Good work.
No problem.
Hey, you want to stay and help me out?
I... I have things to do.
Come on.
Um...
All right, we got "Assignments Due,"
"Lab Reports,"
"Robot Competition."
Open that one.
"Downloads."
You got to be... Kidding me.
Hey, Pop.
Francis.
What's that?
The quicker picker-upper.
No, I'm fine.
Well, hear what I have to say first.
My meaning of "conservatism" is almost extinct,
but I'd like to get in the car
and drive it around the block one last time,
for my son's sake.
I may need the whole bottle.
Be quiet.
Real conservatism emphasizes the bonds of social order
and promotes the defense of ancestral institutions.
Yeah, okay, got it.
Shut up.
In my term
as PC,
I spent eight years wrangling the brats
of the then-governor
when they were in the city, which was a lot.
So, with a side business in cover-ups?
So, a difficult stand for the greater good.
And in your case,
there's an even greater good at stake.
Okay. Okay, so I offer to cover up
for the Real Housewives of Albany here.
What's the tipping point?
What does that mean?
What I mean is,
did your governor's boys ever cross a line
where you said, "No more"?
No, but neither did Mrs. Mendez.
Yet.
Your job does not charge you with defining that line.
It does charge you with putting your cops and the public first.
You can't just blow off his offer.
I didn't. He blew me off.
After you insulted him.
Says the guy who taught me,
"You lie down with dogs, you wake up with fleas."
Oh...
What? Nothing.
Uh, just, uh, the dogs calling me to come lie down.
And it's now been four hours and counting
since they took her in.
Well, paperwork is tedious but important.
She will be returned to her detail
as soon as my guys are done.
She shouldn't even be with your guys.
Actually, she's not with guys.
She is with the female officer she took a swing at
and whose radio car she kicked a dent in.
A swing and a miss, and she injured her own foot.
Yes, and was treated by EMS.
And we have protocols that they can't ignore.
Unless you order them to.
Listen to me now, Governor.
She is not being booked.
She is being interviewed privately
in the precinct commander's office
with some fancy coffee drink they fetched her
and a complete blackout on who she is and why she's there.
Copy that?
I assumed that.
Well, that's not a good business plan.
One day soon, this thing will be out of both of our controls.
If it isn't already.
You do realize that I need your help here and not a lecture.
Governor... I like you.
I even voted for you, against all odds.
And you have to realize that I am helping you right now,
but I can't erase the handwriting on the wall.
And just what in the hell am I supposed to do?
I would be overstepping even if I tried to answer that.
You overstep every other step you take. Why stop now?
Okay.
What have you tried?
Talking to her.
About?
Her drinking, obviously.
Her role as the First Lady.
The impact on me and my duties to the state.
And what came back?
I'm not even paraphrasing.
"Lighten up and quit acting your age."
The legal cutoff for age difference...
second wife should be no more than ten years younger.
Well, maybe you should pitch that to the legislature, get it
on the agenda.
But first things first.
I am going to float your amendment for bail reform
to the city council.
I won't have the mayor and I won't have you,
but it's still worth a shot.
Who says you won't have me?
Well, you, pretty much.
Is there anything you'd feel comfortable doing
to move her release along?
I could make a call, sure.
If you're comfortable with it.
I'd sure appreciate that, Commissioner Reagan.
And I'm a man who knows how to show his appreciation.
This is the final call.
I'm aware.
Hey, what's up, ding-dong?
What are you doing here?
I live here. You don't.
No, 'cause I got some friends in high places
who are gonna kick you the hell out.
Not anymore.
Now that I know that the bigwig drug dealer
that you've been stalling on is your cousin Sal.
N-No, it isn't.
Oh, then why did he beat you up?
That was this guy.
That was you lying.
When we collared Sal, he said
he worked you over as a warning to stop working with the cops.
And he confessed to the whole drug operation,
so, in other words...
You're useless to me.
So get out.
No, the law says this place is mine.
Not according to the housing judge
who just issued this order of eviction,
which you are currently violating.
I'm not leaving. I got rights.
Hey, hey. You got the right...
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
If you think a nice dinner
is gonna patch things up between us...
I wouldn't dream of it.
Just sit?
So now what?
We, uh, eat scampi and then scowl at each other?
Well, I was hoping
you would smile at her first.
Her who?
Are you kidding me?
Just hear me out.
Um, I'm confused.
Yeah, well, join the club.
I'm sorry for the subterfuge.
And-and I just want to apologize profusely for...
sticking my nose where
it doesn't belong.
And I-I had planned on dining with you, but, um...
I'm not feeling 100%.
I'm a little under the weather, so you'll have to dine alone.
Oh.
Please.
Don't worry about the bill,
and don't think
about the past or anything, really, just about
getting to know each other better.
But spoiler alert.
There is no finer,
funnier, more decent human being
than the man sitting across from you.
Thanks for this, Erin.
Enjoy your evening.
So here we are.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
I'm excited to be here.
That can't be true.
It's all there.
The porn videos she altered, the editing software,
even Internet instructions
on how to lift fingerprints and place them somewhere else.
So... so she wasn't bullied?
She was bullied... a lot.
Unfortunately,
Gabi thought that all of this was the best way
to get back at them.
And she almost had everyone convinced.
But why did she have to die?
Girls do a lot of things they regret later.
I had no idea.
She was smart. She hid it from you.
We did find one other thing
in Gabi's computer.
Something she left for you.
We think you should see it.
It's right there.
You take as long as you need.
Hi, Mom.
I just wanted to say that I love you so much.
Oh, Gabi.
And you shouldn't blame yourself for anything.
You were the best mom,
and I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough.
Bullied girl gets revenge from beyond the grave.
I didn't see that one coming.
You were right. You felt like something was off.
Yeah.
Except this time, I wish I was wrong.
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