I'll close out the job over the radio,
but you guys should circle back here later
and make sure they don't start going at it again.
On it.
Excuse us.
Hey. Hey, guys, coming through.
Come on. Get out of the way.
Yo, watch it!
You just hit my foot.
I think you're gonna be all right.
Did you hear him?
- You just slammed that door into him! - Right into him!
- Nobody slammed anything. - That's not what it looked like
from over here. You should apologize.
Yeah. Apologize.
I'm sorry that you didn't step out of the way.
Oh, so it's my fault?
His fault? Easy, guys.
Okay, everyone calm down.
It's nobody's fault.
Have a nice day.
Yo, what are y'all even doing here, anyway?
Seriously, yo. What you guys doing up in here?
Doing our job, sir.
Job.
Well, nobody wants you piggies here.
Why don't y'all just get to steppin'.
Sir, I am asking you politely to please step away.
And if we don't, what, hmm?
What you finna do?
What you gonna do?
Have a good day, gentlemen.
Yeah, nothing. That's what I thought.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right, piggies, run along.
- This little piggy went to the market. - You heard him.
- This little piggy stayed home. - Oh, he stayed home, huh?
This little piggy went "wee wee wee" all the way home.
- What? - Hey.
It's not worth it.
Let's go.
Yeah, that's right, take that badge
and that gun off,
- I'll kick your ass right here. - That's a fact.
My man got you on cam, son. Uh-huh.
Got everything right here. Jump out of here.
You little bacon bits. Close that door, man.
Yo, get in your car and drive off.
Come on, man, y'all taking too long.
Get out of here. Get out of here, man...
Yo, get in your car and drive off.
Come on, man, y'all taking too long.
Get out of here.
Get out of here, man...
Captain Espinoza.
Commissioner.
Sit down.
You know why you're here?
The incident at the Beame Complex.
- Incident? - Police action.
Try "disgrace." We've all seen
the same playback on the news.
Which is part of the problem, isn't it, sir?
The fact that every citizen has a camera phone.
What's that mean?
It's only a disgrace because it was recorded?
No.
Then please spare us that excuse.
Yes, sir.
The problem is the way
your officers handled the situation.
They were in a tough spot.
My officers were being taunted and provoked.
But there was nothing really actionable on the scene.
One could even commend them for not taking the bait.
Commended for what?
For allowing themselves to be ridiculed,
abused, and cursed at?
With all due respect, sir,
things are different out there these days.
We're here every day, Captain.
We know exactly how things are these days.
Yes, sir. My only point...
Your point was, your cops
are afraid of ending up in the paper
under a police brutality headline.
Yes, sir. So instead,
you give your tacit approval to them
to be abused and ridiculed, and in turn they bring shame
to this entire department!
Something you want to say?
No, sir.
The oath of office you took include the words "play nice"?
No, sir.
That is all.
Looking good, Danny the Cop.
I know you?
You do.
What, did I collar you?
You did.
Shouldn't you be in jail?
I just came off of nine months inside,
and I'm proud to say that I'm done with that life.
I've been straight ever since you cuffed me.
That's great. Parole office is six blocks thataway.
Actually, I'm here to see you.
Part of your 12-step program,
you got to apologize, make amends?
Well, I accept. Now you can have a good life.
- I need a favor. - No. I don't do favors
for people who try to kill me.
Even if I do you one first?
Huh?
The bodega on the corner of Jewel and Meserole is
selling nines out the back door. - I'll be sure to check that out.
Now you scratch my back?
Look, if you want me to write a letter for you
vouching for you for a job or something,
you could stop buttering me up, okay? Because I can't do it.
So have a nice day.
Yeah, I don't want no letter.
I ain't kissing your ass either.
Good.
My brother's a good kid.
More like his mother than his sister.
But I've been upstate,
and then, when I get out,
I find out he's mixed up in a gang.
Well, maybe you should have been a better role model.
Look, I got dozens of cases backed up here.
I need to get back to work.
I just gave you a freebie to get some guns off the street.
All I'm asking is for you to have a conversation with him.
Reagan! My office.
Yeah, boss?
Shut the door.
How do I look?
- Boss? - Do I look like
I just got my ass kicked?
Uh, I'm sorry, boss...
Well, I just did. I got my ass kicked,
and then I got it handed back to me.
Sorry to hear that, sir.
But not surprised.
It seems the commissioner has a very strong opinion about me
and my leadership style,
almost as if he has a fly on the wall around here,
or maybe just a son of his.
Sir, if you're suggesting that I'm reporting to my father
about things at the 2-9, you're dead wrong.
- Am I?! - Absolutely.
Then why the hell did he just rip me a new one
over this crap at the Beame Complex?
Because it happened on your watch.
It happened on my watch, it happened on your watch.
I know that.
And believe me, I'm just as pissed about that as One PP seems to be.
So you agree with your father?
I agree with the commissioner, sir.
I brought you here based on your reputation as a good cop,
but if you're a snitch, I'll have your ass.
I do not care who your daddy is.
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I know it looks bad.
The police are running away
with their tails between their legs.
It doesn't look bad; it is bad.
I see that, but in the moment
it felt like the right thing to do.
How?
They wanted us to engage,
begging us to take the bait.
We felt the smartest move was to just ignore them.
They called you pigs, they threatened to kick your ass.
Right there you got disorderly conduct and harassment:
grounds to give them a summons, at least.
Which would have escalated things.
Then you cuff 'em up.
You shut the whole thing down.
It's actually a pretty funny story.
Come on, why don't you tell your mom?
No, no, no, you tell it.
You're so much better at it than me.
Aw, don't be silly. I love your stories.
Only because you love me.
Why don't you draw straws to see who tells me?
Okay. So, I'll tell the story.
Although now there's so much buildup.
Please, just tell me.
Long story short, we met in a coffee shop
when I accidentally took her almond milk latte
and she nearly took my head off.
Okay, I did not. I just
very politely said... "That's my coffee, jerk."
Well, maybe I was a little aggressive, but...
in my defense, obviously I hadn't had my coffee yet.
But when I realized why he took it,
I felt badly. It had my name on it.
But also my name on it.
We have the same name. I'm Nicholas.
- And I'm Nicky. - But all my friends call me Nicky.
So we're Nicky and Nicky.
- Isn't that so cute? - That sure is cute.
Nicholas, can I ask you a question?
- Yeah. Fire away. - How old are you?
Romeo, Romeo,
wherefore art thou?
- I know you? - No.
But I know you.
You're Five-O.
What gave it away?
Look, man, I do something? I don't know. Did you?
- Peace, yo. - Hey, wait a minute.
- Wait a minute, kid. - What?
Look, we got to have a talk, me and you.
About what?
About your future.
Oh. Yeah. I get it.
Yeah, you're him, right?
Who's him?
Yeah, you're my sister's cop crush.
I don't know anything about a crush, okay?
- She just asked me to talk to you. - Well, I do.
You're here to get me off the street, straighten my ass out,
and get me onto the honor roll
and all that. I was thinking
maybe we just have a cup of coffee and start there.
Well, how about thanks but no thanks?
Hey, wait a minute.
- Yo, I said I'm not interested, man. - Hey!
Hands up in the air.
- Yo. -Hands up.
- What are...? - Get your hands up.
Turn around. Turn around.
Hands on your head.
Interlock your fingers. Right now!
There you go.
So much for the honor roll, tough guy.
He's 30, Anthony.
- Okay. How old is she? - 22.
I-Is he a good guy? Is he nice?
He's 30.
Does it seem like he treats her good?
It seems like he's 30.
That's not so bad-- just a couple years' difference.
Eight. Eight years' difference.
Look, it happens.
They're so disgustingly cute together.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. No, you tell the story."
"Oh, no, you tell the story." "But you tell it so good."
"No, you tell it so good." Ugh.
Puppy love. What are you gonna do?
Puppies are not 30, Anthony.
And get this, his name is Nicholas.
So?
He goes by Nicky.
- Ew. - Yeah.
"Nicky and Nicky. Isn't that so cute?"
Wanted to gouge my eyes out with a fork.
Maybe you can just call him by his last name.
Papadopoulos? I don't think so.
Nicky's boyfriend is Nicholas Papadopoulos?
Yeah. Why? You know him?
No, but I know his uncle, and so do you.
Who's his uncle?
There you are!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell do you think you're doing?
Oh, you think it's funny. No.
What?
I got this.
No, I don't think it's funny.
In fact, there's nothing funny
about a 16-year-old punk walking around my city with a gun.
I asked you to talk to him, not arrest him!
He had a gun.
- I can't believe you. - What?
I thought you was gonna help me.
Look, I'm not your friend. All right, I'm not your family.
I'm-I'm sorry that your kid brother
had a loaded gun and that doesn't fit
your Norman Rockwell view of what your family is.
He's my baby brother.
And he should know better.
And quite frankly, so should you.
Okay, you're no innocent in this.
Okay. Look, you're right.
I'm sorry for coming in here all hot, okay?
Okay.
I'm sorry I got hot back.
I understand it's difficult, right? It's your brother.
You know, is there anything you can do?
You know, can you talk to him?
I know that gun is not his.
You know, maybe you talk to him,
he tells you whose it is. I could try.
Ballistics came back on that gun.
It's got five bodies on it.
Good morning, Commissioner Moore.
You call this morning?
0700 hours, sir.
If that means "crack of dawn" in English, then yeah.
What the hell are we doing here?
Please follow me.
Stand by for the commissioner's command.
What's happened?
Nothing yet.
Yet?
Thought you might like to see this live.
See what live?
The Beame Complex?
Is that a tank?
ESU BearCat.
All teams set at Beame Complex.
And helicopters? What's going on here?
Chief, you are a go.
That's it, it's a go. Move in, move in!
Go, let's go.
Watch your backs.
Go, go, go!
Come on, double time.
It's bedlam down here.
Basically anyone who has ever committed a crime,
has an outstanding warrant,
or has failed to pay even a parking ticket
is being rounded up here this morning at the Beame Complex.
The NYPD is sending a message...
All right, let's get this car out of here.
Do me a favor, get the press back.
Yes, sir. 20 yards.
Hey, where do you want these guys, Sarge?
Right here, one and two. Come on, guys.
Move it, come on.
Move.
Give 'em a good toss
before you put 'em in the van.
Hey. Hey!
Hey!
Stop! Police!
Stop!
Police!
What the hell are you doing?
- I didn't do nothing. - Give me your hands.
- Give me your hands! - God, I didn't do anything, okay?
Yeah, then why are you running?
- Someone said the cops were coming. - Well, you wouldn't have to worry
about that if you didn't do anything.
Get on your knees.
Get up. Come on.
Go.
It's not my gun.
It was in your pants.
Yeah, 'cause I was holding it for someone.
Who?
I can't say.
You can't say? Truth.
Do you realize what the hell's going on here?
This isn't like getting caught
passing a note to your girlfriend in math class.
That gun has been involved in five different homicides.
Do you understand what that means?
It means this gun
was used to kill five people.
And the gun was found on your person,
which means you killed the five people.
It ain't me, man. I didn't kill nobody.
You really think a jury's gonna believe that?
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
the ballistics on this weapon
match the evidence found in multiple homicides.
The defendant's fingerprints were found on the weapon,
and the detective in the case
found the weapon on the defendant.
Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who the killer is.
Well, it ain't me, 'cause I didn't kill nobody.
Well, somebody did, and my money is on you.
Man, I did not kill anybody.
Then who did? I don't know!
All you have to do is give us a name.
I can't.
You can't, or you won't?
Are you scared? You think if you talk to us,
you're gonna get whacked?
I'm not scared of nothing, miss. I just can't.
So, what are you gonna say? Honestly, I have no idea.
No plan? That's your plan? Yeah, I know.
- Does she have any idea what's coming? - Not a clue.
- Here she comes. - Wait, where are you going?
Far, far away.
Hey, Nicky. Anthony.
Twice in the same week.
You must really miss me. Always.
That's not why I'm here.
Why don't we take a seat?
I'm here because of Nicky. You think he's too old for me.
That is not it.
I like that he's more mature.
Guys my age are still just running around
like drunken frat boys.
I like being with a man.
It's true.
He's a man and I'm a woman.
That's something that I hope you can accept.
But you're still a young woman,
one with not a lot of experience.
Um, Mom, I hate to break it to you,
but I have a lot more experience than you think.
I was not talking sexually,
but thank you for that.
I was talking about life experiences,
talking about seeing things as they really are
and not as they appear to be.
What are you getting at?
Your new boyfriend's uncle is Ray Giannopoulos.
His sister, Nicholas's mother, is Sofia Papadopoulos.
Okay, and?
Ray Giannopoulos is a crooked real estate developer
with deep ties to the mob.
He is also the target
of my current investigation.
We go to trial in less than a month.
Oh, my God.
What a crazy coincidence.
Or... not a coincidence.
Wait, you...
You think that Nicholas is seeing me so that what?
Nicholas works for one of his uncle's umbrella companies.
Common sense and experience tells me that...
...there is a connection between him dating you
and me investigating his uncle.
Of course you think that, because you think
everything is about you.
Nicky. Why can't you
just be happy that I'm happy?
Everything okay?
Yeah.
I saw your car outside.
Oh, I just came by to check in.
Check in about what?
Got something on my mind
I wanted to talk to you about.
But I just realized I came here not as your son but as a cop.
As a sergeant, actually,
who has an opinion on what we did today
at the Beame Complex in your precinct.
Thanks for this.
That's right.
You're not the only one
who thinks the punishment doesn't fit the crime.
Just seemed like we used a sledgehammer
to bang down a couple nails.
Probably right.
But a tit-for-tat response
would just be like a slap on the wrist
in return for a punch in the face.
What are we gonna do, call 'em names?
But this shock and awe, Dad.
Seems like one step forward, two steps back
in terms of community relations.
I got mixed feelings about that.
So do I. You do?
You're gonna find having mixed feelings
is a common occurrence now that you're a boss.
Then how do you know what to do?
You don't always.
But waiting to make the perfect decision
means you'll never make any decision.
I get that.
The hard part
is finding a way to live with yourself
if you made the wrong one.
It was quite the scene out here at the Beame Complex,
where the NYPD responded to Monday's incident
with overwhelming force.
And to hear it from some of the residents,
they are none too happy.
A damn army came busting through here
at 6:00 in the morning,
banging on doors,
pulling people out their apartments.
It's not...
We need to talk.
I'm a little busy right now.
Frank, it's important.
- How important? - I just watched
a man compare the NYPD to an occupying army,
and you know what? The images support his position.
Good.
Good?
Because maybe that man will think twice
about abusing our officers
or tolerating it from his neighbors.
What happened to community policing?
It takes a number of forms, including this one.
I don't think you understand.
It's not playing like strength. It's playing like weakness.
Okay.
That's a problem.
Only if you're interested in how it plays.
That's my job. Yes, but not mine.
Proceed. Aviation.
Right. Continue.
They're fueled up and ready for our operation tomorrow.
Tomorrow? You're doing it again?
The Fitzmorris Complex in the 6-4.
Please tell me he's joking.
Live from New York, it's Thursday morning.
Look, before you try to chew my ear off,
okay, I tried talking to your brother again.
I know.
What do you mean, you know?
I spoke to him this morning,
and I smacked him upside the head
for not cooperating with you.
Well, I appreciate that.
Yeah, and then he told me who gave him the gun.
- And he gave me an address, too. - He...
Did he give you a name?
- Yup. Jimmy Matson. - Jim.
You mean that Jimmy Matson right there?
Picked him up already?
Mm-hmm. I mean, I had to talk to every informant
that I know in the city pretty much before his name
finally popped, but I got him.
Now I just got to see if I can get him to crack.
You did all that for me?
No, I... did it for the city of New York.
I need your support. With what?
He means with the commissioner.
The commissioner?
So formal this afternoon, Abigail.
It feels appropriate to the circumstances.
And what are the circumstances?
You called the meeting.
Apparently to talk about our boss
behind closed doors, behind his back.
- Hey. - I'm just telling it like it is.
Just what kind of support
you looking for, Garrett?
Commissioner's pissed. I get it.
The footage of the cops being ridiculed made us look weak,
but Frank is overreacting.
Well, I don't feel that way.
Neither do I.
You think this is a good thing?
Him storming into these neighborhoods
like an occupying force.
That's what they're calling us in the press, you know.
I think the commissioner recognizes
that if you give them an inch, they will take a mile.
He also knows, when you're out there in the streets,
if they don't respect your authority,
you might as well have a bull's-eye on your forehead.
Garrett, I believe you mean well
in that you're trying to help the department,
but this might be an instance
where you should trust the commissioner's judgment.
Time to have your guy's back.
Even if your guy is driving full speed into a brick wall?
You really think so? I disagree.
Me, too. Hey.
- Put it away. - Jack's texting me.
Yeah, I don't care.
Put it away, please.
Something going on over there?
Nope. All good.
What's the emergency, Sean?
It's my brother, your grandson.
Is he wounded?
It can be an emergency without any bleeding.
It's not an emergency, okay?
We're having a tiny little situation with Jack. That's it.
What kind of situation?
Is he in trouble?
What's up with Jack?
Nothing.
Dad canceled his meal plan and is shutting off his phone.
What did he do? Wow.
That's enough.
It's more of what he didn't do... at all, last week.
- Hmm. - What is he talking about?
Sounds like Jack's been skipping some classes.
No, not just some.
Yes, just some.
Everything's fine.
Can we drop it now, please?
Then why are you starving him?
To teach him a lesson? What do you think?
It's just a little harsh, don't you think?
I mean, skipping classes
is part of the college experience.
Hi. I'm Nicky. Have you seen my mother?
What I mean is that it's not the end of the world.
You heard her, everybody. I did.
I think it's great what you're doing.
You do?
Yeah. My dad didn't care at all what I did,
and I got away with a lot of things
I probably shouldn't have.
Yeah.
I'm not sure Jack would agree.
Maybe not now, but one day.
Yeah, I like that. I think that's right.
Are you kidding? You hated how strict Dad was with us.
- Excuse me? - He wasn't even strict with him.
He was too worn out from being strict
with me, you, and Joe all the time.
I don't think I was that strict with any of you.
I would have
my reaction, and then
your mother would make me cut it in half.
That was half?
I don't even want to know about the half that was left out.
You want to talk about strict, that one wrote the book.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
I say good for you.
Thank you.
And I say, consider cutting it in half,
like I had to.
And I just don't think
that cutting classes merits being starved to death.
Okay, well, then I'll starve him half to death.
Okay? Everyone happy now? Good.
Okay.
I was a good kid.
I really wish my mother wasn't coming by later.
What? Your mother?
She's such a scatterbrain.
Always leaving her stuff behind.
But don't worry.
We still have an hour. Mmm.
Let me just freshen up.
You're not gonna be long, are you?
Just a few minutes.
Put some music on if you want.
Ready or not, here I come.
Oh. You're really beautiful.
You are really charming.
I love the way you look at me.
I want a picture of that look.
Something the matter?
I just hate it when my mother is right.
Right about what?
You.
Yes. No, I don't have an estimate.
Sergeant, you getting a handle on this?
We're still packed to the gills with the arrests from the raid.
We got no room for today's collars, boss.
Sarge?
Holding cells-- full. Where you want to put 'em?
Transport van's coming to take 'em to C.B.
In the meantime, check upstairs, see if the squad's got room.
All right? Yeah.
Next time I come out of my office,
this place better not be looking like Penn Station.
Yes, sir. Sarge, I got to talk to you.
Not now. Hello. It's important.
A little busy if you haven't noticed, all right?
Sarge, toilet overflowed.
Put a uniform outside the ladies' room.
We're gonna have to share.
I'm talking about the ladies' room.
Guys' toilet went out like an hour ago.
Just give me a second.
Sarge, I need you!
What is it?
I can't tell you here. I got to tell you in private.
Look around. There's nowhere private. Just spit it out.
Okay, so remember how I was telling you
that guy I collared from the Beame Complex looked familiar?
We collared a hundred people from the Beame Complex, Eddie.
No, no.
Absolutely not. Just hold 'em
outside in the vans, all right?
This is the guy that jumped out the window.
What? He's a murderer.
Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?
Remember the Bushwick Butcher, maniac who hacked up that family
last summer? Of course I remember, yeah.
NYPD tracked down the case for months.
All we ended up with was some DNA we couldn't find a match to.
And a composite sketch from the surviving victim.
Bushwick Butcher, my guy.
When does it end?
When law and order is restored, that's when it ends.
You're disrupting, not restoring.
Well...
You just don't get it.
That makes millions of us.
Who what? Who didn't like the pictures they saw on television?
Sorry about that. Couldn't be helped.
And your attitude's almost as troubling as your actions.
Garrett, could we just call it a day
before I call security on you?
Then call 'em and toss me out.
But until then, I'm right here doing my job.
As the back seat driver.
As the one guy who's gonna say
enough with the shock and awe.
What you're doing is not serving public interest.
Look, I can't just issue press releases condemning thugs.
I have to take measures, and I am.
I know. You don't care what anybody else thinks.
Oh, yeah, I do.
I care about a classroom full of kids
who can't get an education
'cause their teacher's too scared
of the hoods in the back row.
The silent majority? They're back?
They never left.
And they saw what that crowd did to our cops.
And they go, "If they can act that way
toward police officers, what about us?"
What about
the mom who has to race
across that lobby just to protect her frightened kids,
or the old lady who's afraid to go for groceries?
Then make that case!
I just did.
How?
Actions speak louder than words.
And what's that from-- The Art of War?
No. Abe Lincoln said it first.
You got a minute, Captain?
Think you're gonna want to see this.
Remember this guy?
I do. The Bushwick Butcher.
Looks a lot like this guy, doesn't he?
Who is he?
John Mendoza. He was one of the crew
that bullied our cops. The camera man.
Geez.
Yeah, luckily, we got a second crack at him.
Officer Janko collared him when we took the Beame Complex.
Put a cop on that cell ASAP.
I don't want this guy getting lost in our chaos.
Already done.
And contact the detective who worked this case.
I'm sure they had DNA left behind at one of the murders.
Detective Larkin is on his way.
Also, Officer Janko gave the perp a cup of water,
then sealed it in an envelope when he was done drinking it.
Lab's running the DNA right now.
This is damn good work, Sergeant.
All Officer Janko, sir.
I'll make sure to give her my thanks.
Captain.
You know, Reagan,
there are a lot of folks at this precinct
that are gonna be better cops because of your leadership.
Including me.
Boss.
Jordan Amendola.
August 2016.
Bobby Katz, September 2016.
Jamal Richardson, January 2018.
Harry Dunn, March 2018.
Lawrence Indigo.
June 2018.
All five of them murdered with the gun that you had in your possession.
Each time the trigger was pulled by a different person.
Nick Tedesco.
Matt Kleeber.
Roddy Mack.
Rich Leeds.
And the guy who gave you the gun, Jimmy Matson.
You know all five of these killers
because they were all Trip Treys, am I right?
- Yeah. - And you can only become
a Trip Trey if you kill someone yourself.
Anyone. Randomly.
Am I right?
Yeah.
It's the initiation. You got to blood in, blood out.
Blood in, blood out.
You kill somebody to join a club.
So?
You were up next.
Were you gonna do it?
I don't know. Come on.
Were you gonna do it or not?
I don't know.
Well, then you're a lucky man.
'Cause all five of your so-called tough guy friends
ratted on each other.
25 years.
25 years. 25 years.
Except for him, 'cause he talked first, so...
he's getting a break-- guess what he's doing.
What? 20 years.
So they're all going to jail? Mm-hmm.
They'll all be put away till they're old men.
So now it's time
for you to choose.
You gonna join these knuckleheads
and go off to prison until you're an old man, too?
Or are you gonna try to... live the straight life?
I'm gonna try living the straight life. No doubt.
I sure as hell hope so.
And I'll sure as hell be checking up on you to make sure you do.
So, um...
am I... am I free to go?
No.
You're gonna do three months.
For the gun.
I want you to see the life that you will have
if you don't live the straight life.
Doing some time
should be good for him.
Yeah. Should set him right quick.
Thank you, you know, for doing all this.
No. There's no way to know
if your brother would've actually went through with it.
Though odds are...
somebody's walking around enjoying their life today
who wouldn't be if you hadn't come to me, so good on you.
No, I mean for going the extra mile.
Nobody does that anymore.
But it's what you do.
I just do my job. Honest.
No. Mm-mm. There's lots of cops out there
that would've told me to piss off.
But not you.
Your brother's 16 years old, and he's all you got left.
Ironically, I'm kind of in the same boat.
And if I'm being honest, I'm no angel,
so that probably played a part in this.
All you got left?
What, there's no Mrs. Danny the Cop?
No.
No, Mrs. Danny the Cop died a year and a half ago.
My oldest son just went off to college,
and my youngest boy, my 16-year-old, Sean,
he's, uh... gonna follow in his footsteps,
so pretty soon it's gonna be Danny the Cop
alone in the house all by himself.
Mm. Sounds lonely.
Well...
Maybe you need, like, a roommate?
Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea.
Why? You just find someone you're compatible with.
Because I'm incompatible, that's why.
I don't know about that.
I mean, look at us, right? We're total opposites,
and somehow, you know,
we've got more in common than people would think.
Yeah. Yeah, we do have a few little things in common. Maybe.
One big thing, I think.
What's that?
I'm no angel either.
Too soon?
Yeah, maybe.
I hear you.
I should let you go.
But I'm not gonna let you go, if you know what I mean.
You take it easy, Molly.
Always...
Danny the Cop.
She's NYPD blue through and through.
You got my e-mail?
You bet we did.
That's some surveillance sting you ran, Nicky.
Five million family dinners about nothing but cop talk,
and you're sure to learn something, right?
I promise to never, ever get on your bad side.
Thanks, Anthony.
He's right, you know.
That was some good work.
I'm really sorry.
Oh, come on, no, you're not.
You've earned your right to gloat.
The last thing I want to do is gloat.
That man was using you.
Thanks... for reminding me.
- Yes, Mom. - You know what I mean.
I know what you mean.
And yes, part of me is proud of myself
for busting him, but...
mostly I'm just hurt
that a guy that I liked didn't like me back.
Nicky.
I feel like such an idiot.
Flaunting my relationship around you like I'm some...
woman of the world when, in reality,
I was... just a gullible little girl.
Don't do this. What?
Don't start blaming yourself for someone else's...
terrible behavior.
But I sh... Mm.
You trusted him-- that's what you're supposed to do.
That's how you build a real relationship.
But this wasn't real.
No, it wasn't,
but... you learned a lesson for the next guy.
The next... much younger guy.
I knew you hated his age. He was, like, 50.
You gonna be okay?
Nothing some Netflix and a few pints of ice cream can't fix.
How about we go out for your first martini instead?
Extra dry with a twist, please.
Okay, maybe it's not your first martini.
It's a perfect DNA match, sir.
99.9%
That's good work, Captain.
And a welcome contrast to last time you were up here.
Much as I'd like to take the credit, I can't.
Hey, your cops, your collar.
I appreciate that, sir, but, um...
it's an Officer Janko
deserves the credit.
As does
her sergeant,
for leading by example.
And I'm not blowing smoke.
Well, we'll see
they get credit, too.
There's someone else
deserves it-- you, sir.
This arrest is a direct result
of your show of force in my precinct.
Now you are blowing smoke.
No. He was the one shooting the video
while his crew verbally abused my cops.
What comes to mind?
Success has a thousand mothers, failure is an orphan.
Anyway, good work, and thank you.
Sir.
Gentlemen. Ma'am.
Wow.
Bushwick Butcher behind bars.
Take a victory lap, boss.
He doesn't take victory laps.
Press'll eat it up, huh, Garrett?
Little buff on the image can't hurt.
If you believe them when they say you're great,
you have to believe them when they say you suck.
Zero-sum game.
I'd like to say something to all of you.
It's my job to make sure the NYPD doesn't get a black eye
in the press, but...
I'm starting to come around to the idea
that it's also my job
to know that sometimes...
getting a black eye is worth it.
That's it?
That's it.
Where's the "however"?
There isn't one.
Wow. That's a first.
Thank you, Commissioner Moore.
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