Good morning.
Sir?
I need two minutes with him.
He's not here.
Well, when he's back from wherever he is.
He didn't have an early appointment on the books, so...
What?
Text from Nuciforo. The boss ditched his detail.
On the last court date, the defendant pled guilty
to vehicular manslaughter in the second degree.
A.D.A. Reagan, what's your recommendation?
Prior to my recommendation, Your Honor,
the mother of the deceased, Maureen Lee,
would like to deliver a victim impact statement
- to the court. - Yes.
Mrs. Lee?
My son Jackson was a curious and funny four-year-old boy
that brought our family so much joy and laughter.
He liked to tackle his dad, get slime all over my house,
and sing loudly in the car
to his favorite song, "Baby Shark."
Jackson was playing outside of our home
on a beautiful Sunday morning when he was struck and killed
by this reckless teenage driver.
Samantha Wright likes to party,
and on this night, she was partying into the early morning
before she decided to take a joy ride...
a decision that has taken our Jackson away from us forever;
that has made me wonder if God gave me
four years of laughter
because I'll spend the rest of my life crying.
Thank you, Mrs. Lee.
A.D.A. Reagan, what's your position on sentencing?
Your Honor, the defendant deserves significant jail time.
We recommend the maximum sentence
for the crime she committed.
- If that's all... - Your Honor,
I have something.
May we approach?
Okay, Counsel.
We've just completed a psychiatric report that we think
should be taken into consideration
before we determine Samantha Wright's sentencing.
You've had months
to bring this to our attention.
You're choosing today at sentencing?
It was newly brought to my attention
by my client's family.
Let's take a recess.
We've already delayed sentencing long enough, Your Honor.
So all parties can take a look at the new evidence,
yourself included, A.D.A. Reagan.
What have we got?
Detectives. Officer Walsh.
Detective Reagan, my partner, Detective Baez.
Really nice to meet you.
- Okay, what do we got? - Uh, right.
The, uh, victim is Wayne Brown.
He was found by the janitor this morning.
It looks like he was practicing out here alone
when he was attacked.
Looks like there was a struggle.
Probably somebody he knew, not a stranger.
Any of the other players around?
Yeah, yeah, they all started coming in for practice.
I got 'em waiting in the locker room. I can show you.
I still can't believe I responded to the homicide
of someone I know.
You knew the vic?
Not like know him know him.
I'm a-- I'm a big fan of the team.
Uh-huh. Where is the team?
This way.
So, the team's good?
Good? No, no, no. Great.
New York City hasn't had a team this good in years.
We were bound for the playoffs, everyone thought it.
I've been tracking Joshua Taylor
and some of these other guys since AAU ball.
Who's Joshua Taylor?
Uh, he's the captain of the team.
Great high school player, got better in college.
- Thanks. - Is expected to be even better...
Hey, you know what, I think we got it from here.
Everything okay there, Officer?
If I'm being honest?
That'd be a good place to start.
I don't need some young guy coming in barking orders.
I've been just fine riding a desk for decades.
Sergeant Wade, he and I, we had an understanding.
You're one of our most veteran officers.
That's not lost on me.
Here I am, driving you around?
2-9 Frank requesting a 10-85,
corner of 11th and Riverside.
- RE: Dispute. - It's probably nothing.
That corner's always got some something.
2-9 Sergeant. Show us responding.
- Light it up. - Yes, boss.
Calm down, back up.
Pipe down.
- Hey, break it up. What do you got? - Shut your mouth!
Calm down! They won't calm down!
Shut your mouth!
- Hey, calm down, all right? - That son of a bitch
thinks he owns the whole damn city.
Who you calling a son of a bitch, huh?
Long. Long, grab him.
Long, grab him!
Hey, drop it. Drop the knife right now, drop your knife!
Drop it!
Put it down!
Get on the ground!
Face down. Hands behind your back
You're under arrest for menacing
and criminal possession of a weapon.
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Can I help you?
Hello.
Commissioner Reagan.
Menu?
I know what I want.
Okay.
I'd like to talk to you.
I'm at work.
When would be a good time?
That would be never.
Do you want to order?
Scrambled eggs, cottage fries, well-done, white toast.
- Coffee? - Please.
How you feel?
Okay.
Feel good enough to answer a few questions?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Why don't we start with your name?
Joshua Taylor.
Team captain.
When's the last time you saw your teammate?
Yesterday at practice.
Did he seem normal to you? Anything out of the ordinary?
Everything seemed cool.
I thought if he was in trouble like this,
he would have told me.
Trouble like what?
Whatever got him killed.
You think he got himself killed?
You were friends with Wayne Brown before college ball?
Yeah.
We grew up together in the South Bronx.
South Bronx, that's a tough neighborhood.
Yeah, we watched this happen to a lot of guys.
He was headed that way himself
till I brought him onto his first team.
So Wayne used to run around in a gang.
Aw, he messed around with it.
I thought he was done with that stuff.
And now you think that you might've thought wrong?
Thank you.
He is on his way up.
- Where were you, boss? - Morning, Jimmy.
- There you are. - Morning, Baker.
The dream team is waiting in your office.
Join us.
Morning.
Good morning, boss.
Where were you?
Coffee, sir?
Already had it
at a lovely café in Tribeca...
...where Officer Rachel Witten is a waitress.
Yeah, well,
that was a tough one.
Glad to hear she landed on her feet.
Oh. Waitress on her feet.
- I get it. - No.
I didn't mean it... I was just...
You talk to her?
I ordered breakfast from her.
I mean about why she was let go six months ago.
She was let go because I got a case
of the zeitgeist.
Yeah. There was a lot of that going around.
It's not a bug, Sid.
It means the prevailing climate of a time.
I think I gave in to the static.
Here was a good cop making a good stop.
Stopping a man for walking while Hispanic.
Yeah, that's what the roar of the crowd said.
I want her reinstated,
effective immediately.
Did she ask to be?
No. It was my mistake.
I'm hoping she'll give me a second chance.
Well, that's easier said than done, boss.
I don't care if it's easy.
I want it done.
Because?
Because I'm the police commissioner.
Sounds like an order, Sid. Let's get to work.
- Since when are you... - Shall we?
Ms. Reagan, please, can I speak to you
- for a minute? - We're in the middle
- of a sentencing, Mrs. Wright. - I know, but my daughter...
something is wrong with her.
Yes. We're just hearing that.
It's late, I know, but...
this all happened so fast, and it's my fault it took this long.
- I was so angry with her... - I really do need to get
- to the office... - I knew she was struggling, I did,
but I thought it was growing pains.
I don't know.
It's hard becoming an adult, you know?
Do you have any kids?
- Yes, a daughter. - Then you get it.
I thought we could power through it.
Please. It really is my fault.
Mrs. Wright, this is not your fault.
She needed me, and I wasn't there.
So she took care of things herself.
She was trying to self-medicate.
At a party?
She didn't even stay.
She took the drugs alone in her car.
So why is she just expressing this now?
She's been so ashamed she hasn't even considered
that she's anything but a guilty murderer.
She is guilty.
Yes, and we've never argued that
and we don't plan to,
but Samantha doesn't belong in prison.
Please.
At least consider the psych evaluation
before you determine her punishment.
Seems a little expensive.
Yeah, yeah, I'll take a look.
Okay, love you, too. Bye.
- Your old lady? - Yup.
I mean, she's not really old...
Hey, uh, thanks for your help back there.
No need.
So what seems a little expensive?
Planning the wedding.
Can I give you a piece of advice?
Sure.
Don't blow your money on a wedding.
Buy a house, save it for whatever,
but don't drain your savings over other people partying.
You do, you'll regret it.
And do you regret it?
No, because we were smart.
We had a nice brunch and we took plenty of pictures.
Sounds pretty good.
It was.
You know, you're not so bad like they say you are, Sarge.
Thanks... I think.
Gentlemen.
- We done nothing wrong. - I didn't even say anything yet.
Y'all never come around here with no good news.
Well, you're not under arrest. That's good news.
You know this guy?
Everybody knows Wayne Brown.
Facts, that's a stupid question.
You grew up with Wayne?
Yeah, that's the heartbeat of South Bronx, man.
He still hangs out with you guys?
No crime in hanging out.
Well, dealing's a crime. Was he dealing for you guys?
Why is that funny?
Y'all don't know nothing, man.
Well, why don't y'all tell us what we don't know then.
What he means to say is we protect our own in South Bronx.
We wouldn't let a star like Brown
get caught out here in these streets.
Really?
I'm banking on watching my man
score triple doubles at The Garden.
Unfortunately, I don't think that's gonna happen.
Here's your bad news: Wayne Brown is dead.
Wayne?
Nah, man, he's not dead.
How's that possible? I just saw him.
Have a good day.
Their psychiatrist diagnosed Samantha
with anxiety, depression and bipolar disorder.
So you gonna bring in your own psychiatrist?
Get a second opinion?
Their psychiatrist is Dr. Joan Halligan.
In other words...
I trust her. I believe her.
We're not gonna get another result.
It's just gonna prolong the sentencing
and cause more pain for the mother of the deceased.
Poor woman.
The mother of the defendant's not doing much better.
She came to you?
Desperate to help her daughter.
Begged me to consider a different sentence.
- And? - This is me considering.
What's there to consider?
The analysis changes everything. What we presented as a teenager
on a joy ride after a long night of partying
is no longer that at all.
But she was doing drugs.
Yes, but they're claiming it was more... self-medication,
not recreation. And I verified their story--
Samantha went to the party, got the drugs, left,
and did them on her own.
Why not just go to the doctor?
Up until a few months ago,
she needed a parent for a prescription.
And her parents didn't want to help her?
They didn't think it was that severe of a problem.
Yet here we are.
So now what are you gonna do?
Either I sentence a struggling young woman
to nearly a decade in prison,
providing no help,
or I get her the help she needs and recommend probation.
You can't tell that mother that the person
responsible for the death of her son
won't serve jail time. You just can't, Erin.
Have you decided?
Well, I'm kind of torn between
the humble pie and the crow.
I'm afraid we're out of both.
I have good news.
I'm offering you your job back.
I made a big mistake firing you.
How could you make the mistake?
I reacted to the public outcry and then...
No, I meant how could it be your mistake.
I was told my termination was required
by department guidelines.
Those guidelines have some latitude for interpretation...
by me.
It sounds like this is really about you,
making things right for you.
Look...
When you arrested that man...
Joseph Rivera.
You knew you made a mistake.
Within minutes.
And you regretted that mistake?
Immediately, and to this day.
I made a mistake, too,
and I regretted it, too.
And it's taken me way too long to make amends.
I make a mistake here,
coffee gets spilled,
a plate gets broken.
I'm real good with that.
- I'm thinking a spring wedding. - I'm good with spring.
But the weather can sometimes be a little risky,
so maybe it could be summer.
Yeah, summer's good, too.
Maybe winter.
Could you imagine a little snow?
Snow would be pretty.
- Jamie. - What?
You're agreeing with everything I say.
That's... bad?
I just want us to do this together,
for it to be your wedding, too.
There is something that I wanted to talk about.
Anything.
We could spend 100 grand on all this...
I promise I'm trying to keep it under budget.
...or we could get married at the courthouse.
We could have a brunch at my dad's.
A brunch?
With the money we save, we could buy a house.
Okay, what's gotten into you? Did something happen?
Nothing's gotten into me.
Officer Long and I did talk about it,
but it was nothing I hadn't already been thinking myself.
But I thought that you wanted to get married at your church?
I just think we're more practical
than blowing tens of thousands of dollars on a day.
Seems like a waste.
Wow.
Well, thanks for finally telling me what you think.
Eddie... Hey.
Eddie.
- I wasn't lying. - Uh-huh.
I just assumed Wayne got involved in the gang again.
You just assumed?
Pretty stupid for a guy from the Bronx, don't you think,
- to assume? - That's your tactic?
Calling me stupid?
It's not a tactic.
Look, Brown was like a brother to me.
I did some research on you and your "brother" Wayne Brown.
I didn't realize he took your spot in the starting rotation.
- So? - So...
Come on. I mean, it had to hurt a little bit.
Freshman comes along, who you bring onto the team,
and he steals the spot of a junior,
and not just any junior.
A guy who's like his brother and happens to be the team captain.
It wasn't great, but what does that have to do with anything?
You brought him into basketball and he took your spot.
Maybe you want to take it back.
That's crazy.
You think I'm so jealous that I'd kill him?
I don't know. Are you the jealous type?
I would never do something so petty.
Maybe not, but I have seen people murdered for a lot less.
You want to make assumptions about me, go right ahead.
The rest of the world does.
But I've never even seen the inside
of a police station until today. Go ahead and research that.
Already did.
S-So you know I have no record.
I know you have no record yet.
Detective.
What the hell are you doing here, Walsh?
I'm-I'm tracking the case.
It's not your case to track.
You really think Taylor killed his teammate?
That-That's insane. The kid has great character.
I didn't say I think anything, and why don't you leave
the thinking to the detectives, okay?
There's no way anyone knows this team like I do. I-I can help.
I didn't ask for your help.
Taylor's decline came out of nowhere.
- He was the star player. - Hey!
Do your own job. Okay?
Thanks for coming in, Maureen.
- Of course. - Have a seat.
I, um, I never got to thank you, Ms. Reagan. It has meant
the world to me how patient and kind
everybody at the D.A.'s office has been.
Just doing our job.
So what's going on?
The counsel for the defendant has brought in new information.
- It seems a little late. - I know.
I thought the same thing, but the defense is claiming
that they weren't aware of the information until now.
Do you believe them?
I believe the information.
- What kind of information? - A psychiatrist
has diagnosed Samantha with anxiety,
depression and bipolar disorder.
Okay, and what does that mean?
It begs the question if the drugs found in her system
after the accident were used to self-medicate.
Oh, please.
Which changes her mental state.
Well, it's still murder.
- Technically, it's manslaughter. - Well, it's murder to me,
and it should absolutely be treated as such,
regardless of mental state or some psycho analysis.
I understand.
You're still gonna hold her responsible, right?
She's still pleading guilty.
Okay, good.
But the sentence
may be lighter.
As light as probation.
So no jail time?
That's correct.
Surely someone can't commit such a heinous crime
and serve no jail time.
I'm afraid you can.
I'm glad to have you on my team.
I'm not on a team, Maureen.
I represent the people of the state of New York,
including Samantha Wright.
Well, I...
trust that you'll represent the person who has lost the most.
And what more is there to lose than your life?
Anybody?
Come on, nobody at this table
made a New Year's resolution?
I don't believe in 'em.
It's not something you have to believe in, Pop.
Yeah, it's more like a target you set for yourself, Pop.
I always give up something for Lent.
But that's not the same thing.
Look, if I'm going to deprive myself,
I would like it at least to be
something Our Lord would appreciate.
Well, that's right, 'cause God puts a little note
in your file, like,
"He gave up bacon for 40 days once. Let him in."
- That's the beauty of the afterlife. - Oh...
You can make it whatever you want,
- 'cause there's no one to prove otherwise. - Uh-huh.
And when did you ever give up bacon?
I didn't say that, Danny did.
'Cause you always seem to give up
something extremely specific.
Mallomars, but not all cookies.
Bourbon whiskey, but not all booze.
Busted!
I make hard choices.
Oh. Please.
Maybe not hard enough for you, but...
I made a resolution.
To try to contribute to these dinners
in a way that keeps them from turning into
some cable news talk show.
What is that supposed to mean?
You know, everybody trying to make the other guy wrong.
Huh.
Is that what you think we do here?
That is the general mojo,
if you boil it down.
Not at all.
It's a free and open exchange of different opinions.
- Yeah. - So I'm wrong?
Well, yeah.
- You are. - Well, see?
- My point exactly. - Well, look at that.
Only 30 days into the New Year
and already your resolution is gone. Poof.
Talk about an epic fail.
Actually, I made two resolutions.
The first one is to always be right.
Wow.
And the second one is to admit,
quickly and completely,
when I'm wrong.
I like him.
I hope you turn out like him.
- Take a look. - Finance section?
No, not the section. The headline.
Didn't occur to me-- you know, sports gambling
was legalized in five states, including New Jersey
and all the casinos in New York State.
But how is that relevant?
Well, Joshua Taylor got benched when?
After he blew the biggest game of the year.
But a whole team loses a game,
- not just one player. - But only one player
averages 32 points a game and is the star player on the team,
but for some unknown reason,
on that particular night, couldn't hit a single shot
and didn't score a single point: Joshua Taylor.
A lot of people bet on that game?
Biggest rake of the year.
- Losing everyone a lot of money. - Yes.
And when the people lose big, the bookies win big.
You think Taylor was bribed by some bookie to lose?
I thought point-shaving was a thing of the past,
but maybe I was wrong.
It just seems like a desperate act
- for some two-bit bookie. - Okay, well, look at California.
They legalize pot-- who gets hurt the most?
- Small-time drug dealers. - That's right.
It's like New York and gambling.
They legalize the gambling, the small-time bookie gets hurt.
If I know one thing
about bookies, they never go down without a fight.
Let's take a ride.
I mean...
we all make mistakes.
I've made some... doozies
when I was a cop.
Yeah, I got slapped down, got rips,
got suspended.
I tried all that on her, but at the end of the day,
this was way more than a rip.
She got painted as a pariah
and got fired for the icing on the cake.
Can I be honest with you?
Probably the only way to really help me.
Daughters don't talk to their dads the way they do their moms,
- you know? - I do know.
You develop your own tracking system for them.
So, uh, believe me when I say that, uh...
she was just shattered when you let her go.
Pride, confidence,
sense of a place in the world,
boom.
Couple of years ago, I would have just given her a rip
and helped her become a better cop.
I'm sorry, Scott.
I appreciate that.
But I honestly don't think that's enough
to get her back up on this particular horse,
you being sorry.
'Course not.
You know she's taking classes at John Jay.
Once a detective...
Where does she hope to get with that?
I think she's... she's treading water.
How so?
She's aiming for a job in law enforcement that, uh...
doesn't exist, and it never will.
The one without risk.
It's not like we don't have the money,
but we could afford to buy a house
with a yard for our kids someday.
You know, they'll cost you a hundred grand a year, each.
Yeah, I heard. But, uh, what else are you gonna spend your money on
except taking care of your family, right?
Oh, I could think of a million things.
- A boat, for one. - Oh, you own a house by the water?
No. We live in a house in Queens.
My mother's house.
Oh, that's nice-- she passed it down to you?
Not exactly. She still lives in it.
- Oh. - But...
when I retire, at 55 and not a day more,
I'm gonna be set for life.
Got big plans? Gonna travel somewhere?
Oh, yeah, to and from my couch. It'll be great.
2-9 Frank, you have a 10-34,
corner of 11th and Riverside.
Ah, these schmucks again.
Caller states male stabbed at the location.
That crazy son of a bitch got him.
- All right, let's head over. Come on. - We're ten blocks out.
Somebody else'll grab it.
2-9 Sergeant responding. Let's move.
Police. Step aside.
Please, sir, move. Excuse me. Step aside.
What happened? Somebody stab you?
All right, hey, help is on the way, okay?
- Stay back. Stay back. - How far out is that bus?
- 15 minutes. - 15 minutes.
Hey. Stay with me, sir, stay with me.
Come on, help me get him in the RMP.
- What? - I said help me get him
- in the RMP. - That's too risky.
Hospital's, like, two blocks from here.
If he goes out of the picture en route to the hospital,
we open ourselves up to a lawsuit.
- We got to wait for that bus. - If we wait for that bus,
he's gonna bleed out long before they get here.
- We got to take him ourselves. Come on. - No.
Hey. I'm the boss, and I'm giving you a direct order.
Help me get him in the RMP!
Up...
Watch the door.
Okay, push.
Stay with me, buddy, stay with me.
- Let's go. - I'm not getting in. It's too risky.
Get in the car and put pressure on his wound!
Your shot looks pretty damn good to me.
What are you doing here?
You weren't jealous of Wayne Brown
being a better player than you.
You couldn't be.
'Cause he wasn't a better player than you, not really.
- What are you talking about? - You know, a whole lot of people
lost a lot of money when you guys started losing games.
That's what this is about?
You know something about that?
Just because I played a bad game doesn't make me a criminal.
It makes you a criminal if you throw games for profit.
I didn't.
Let me put it to you like this: conspiracy is
a hell of a lot less of a crime than murder.
But you help us
with that murder, then it becomes even less of a crime.
You get what I'm saying?
So why don't you knock it off and start telling the truth.
You don't understand.
This school makes a fortune off us,
and now these gambling junkies will, too.
And my family's living in poverty.
- How is that right? - So you're admitting
that you threw games for profit?
- But I didn't kill Wayne! - Are you saying
Wayne Brown wouldn't cooperate?
He was unmovable.
I tried to tell him that money was rightfully ours.
Yeah, and then you went and told your bookie
that Wayne wouldn't play dirty, and look what happened.
I didn't have to.
Robbie was hounding Wayne day in and day out
trying to get him on board.
Can you lead us to this Robbie?
Please. This would ruin my career
- and any shot I got of going pro. - Well, you got
a damn good shot of going to prison if you don't help us.
At least you will have done the right thing.
Although my client, Ms. Wright,
is accepting responsibility,
we ask the court impose a minimum sentence
in light of her psychiatric evaluation.
And, A.D.A. Reagan?
We believe Ms. Wright's mental state
played a role in her actions in this case.
It's only fair they play a role in the sentencing.
And your recommendation?
We would like to recommend...
the minimum sentence of probation with the condition
that the defendant participates in a treatment program
- ordered by the court. - What? Was anybody listening to me?
Order in the court.
We appreciate your statement to the court, Mrs. Lee,
and we're sorry for what you've been through.
I'm going along with the recommendation
of the prosecutor.
I'm imposing a sentence of probation,
with the successful completion
- of a treatment program. - No...
How could you do this to me? To Jackson?
It's not meant to hurt you.
You said that you would ask for a maximum sentence.
That was before the new evidence came in.
My son is in the ground because of her.
What more evidence do you need?
Order in the court.
She killed my baby.
Move, move, move.
She killed my son, Ms. Reagan!
She killed my baby...
Hello?
Maybe no one's home.
- Police! Hello? - Back here! Hurry!
Shut up. Shut up!
Shut up!
I don't know what you're talking about.
Shut your mouth.
You're not straight.
- Shut your mouth! - You're not straight.
Shut up.
What the hell are you doing here, Walsh?
Think this son of a bitch stole my money.
Hey. Put the gun down.
Are you guys gonna do something with this maniac...
Shut up.
This guy ruined the game!
I knew that team like the back of my hand.
I'm right, aren't I? That's-that's why you're here.
Look, I'm not gonna talk to you with...
- This guy stole every dime I have. - Put the gun down and relax.
He ruined my favorite team.
Do this, he's gonna take more from you
then he's already taken.
She's right. Hey.
Listen to her, all right?
You know how this goes, Walsh.
You leave here in cuffs or a body bag,
you don't put that gun down. All right?
Take it easy.
You know the drill, Walsh. Come on. Nice and easy.
Come on. There you go. There you go.
- Got him? - Yeah.
- How about you, you okay? - I'm all right.
Good, 'cause you're under arrest, too.
On what basis?
Conspiracy.
That's ridiculous. Everything's legal here.
It's not legal to have kids shave points
on basketball games
and then murder the holdout.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, great.
Come on.
At least let me buy you a drink.
I'm meeting my dad, so that seat's taken.
He said you'd understand.
Can I get you?
Irish neat, glass of ice, and back her up.
With your most expensive red, please, Mike.
Look, you have my word, this is the last time
I'll come looking for you. This is it.
Good to hear.
This is me trying to make amends,
trying to redeem myself in your eyes but-but most of all,
it's me trying to get a good cop back on the job.
Stop beating yourself up. I have.
I will try, the moment I leave here,
because I will have done everything I could.
The question is, will you have?
Thanks.
Who's asking that question?
Not me.
Maybe you are, back of your head.
"If I get knocked down, can I get back up?"
"If I make a mistake, can I learn from it,
or do I just run away?"
"You fall off a horse, you got to get right back on it"?
That's what you're bringing?
You didn't just fall off.
That horse stomped on you and bit you in the ass.
And yeah, there's always risk.
Sometimes to yourself, sometimes to others.
But that risk is the price you pay for opportunity.
I mean, in things worth doing.
No offense to waitressing.
None taken.
I can promise you one thing, something that only a handful
of the 35,000 men and women in the NYPD have.
That this PC would personally have your back,
because this PC would owe you,
personally.
Big-time.
Thanks for having dinner with me.
You saved that man's life. Least you deserve is dinner.
Officer Long is facing departmental charges.
Who cares about Long?
You made the right call.
This is where we're having dinner?
Does anyone even work here?
You know what I love about you?
You're unafraid.
You take risks, and you lead with your whole heart.
And you challenge me to do the same.
I don't think I ever would have taken that sergeant's exam
if it wasn't for you.
I can't take credit for that.
You make me better.
You make me take risks.
To not always take the safest road.
Is this your way of saying you're sorry?
I am sorry.
For the way I went about it and for not coming to you sooner.
Thank you.
But I'm always gonna be the guy that's worried about our bills,
and how to take care of our family ten years from now.
Part of that's just who I am.
I know.
Can you live with that?
If I have to.
Good.
Um, so...
this place is...?
A compromise.
It's perfect.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Wright.
I don't think that Maureen Lee will be coming.
Okay, I understand.
I thought... I don't know,
I thought she would be willing to speak with you.
Maybe someday she will.
Erin.
Maureen.
Your daughter took everything away from us.
Jackson's chance to ever grow up.
He'll never even drive a car,
or go to college.
God, he'll never even go to first grade, and for what?
A good time? What a waste.
How can you even live with yourself?
I can't.
I would give any limb on my body to take it all back.
- To bring him back. - So completely selfish.
Please, if you need to blame someone, blame me.
I made some terrible mistakes as a parent.
I thought she was just a mess, just a little lost.
I didn't see what was really going on. That's on me.
I'm so, so sorry.
I shouldn't have let him play so close to the street.
No...
No, God...
N-No, none of this is on you.
I turned around, I was distracted.
No, she's right, don't think that way for even a second.
I will be sorry to my grave.
Me, too.
I, um...
I accept your apology.
That doesn't mean that I forgive your daughter
or that anything about this is even close to okay,
but I do accept your apology.
Officer Witten?
Commissioner.
How are you liking the 2-9?
Just fine, sir, thank you.
Sergeant Reagan's been especially supportive.
Go figure.
Good to see you back in uniform.
You wear it well.
Thank you, sir.
Proud to wear it.
Watch your six.
Yes, sir.
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