What's up, my man? Let me see it. Let me see it.
What's in your pocket? Aah!
What are you doing? What's in your pockets?
No! Hey! Police!
Get away from him!
Get up over there right now. Line up.
Hands out of your pockets.
Hands where I can see them. Go.
Line up, right now. All of you.
(groans) You all right? You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you. All right, come on.
All right, get him upstairs. I got to control these guys.
That's five on one, Sarge. I'm good right here.
I said go.
Nobody move.
Central, I got a requesting
10-85 forthwith, Re: holding five...
Hey! Hey!
Come on, get him! Yeah! (grunting)
What's up now? Yeah, come on!
(shouting)
Come on, let's go! Run, run! Go, go, go, go, go!
Let's go! Move! Russo. Russo!
Officer down.
Russo!
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
(sighs)
So...
Sergeant Russo,
tell me something,
does trouble find you
or do you find trouble?
Both, I guess. (groans)
(chuckles)
You bring your pinky to a fistfight?
Seriously, sir?
Look, I didn't go looking for this. It found me.
Yeah, well, look, Ray,
I've sat next to more cops
in hospital beds than I care to count.
Most of the time,
it's a solemn vigil, but...
with guys like you,
it takes maybe a certain amount
of ball-busting
as proof
of how bad I feel.
Well, you got me, boss.
Where was your partner in this?
He was tending to the victim.
It was partly my fault.
My partner was moving the vic off the scene.
The kid's only a rookie.
I should've had better eyes on him.
There is only party in the wrong in this.
We find them yet?
We will.
JIM: Boss.
(whispering)
(indistinct chatter)
Mr. Mayor.
Good to see you. Wish it were under better circumstances.
With a camera guy.
CHASE: He deserves recognition
for his sacrifice.
FRANK: Mayor Chase,
Sergeant Ray Russo.
Sergeant, thank you for your service.
How you feeling?
A little banged up, Your Honor, but
nothing this old chassis can't handle.
Well, I'm literally in awe.
You've been dragged through it, huh?
RUSSO: Yes, sir. CHASE: You're in good hands here.
That was really fun.
I wasn't expecting Malcolm to pull off that fundraiser.
Oh, he loves his nephew. Yeah.
Besides, his wife did it all, anyway.
Hundred percent. (laughs) (laughs)
Badillo.
Hey. I thought you took off already.
Hey, guys. What's going on?
I didn't know you smoked weed.
Not usually. But it's been a rough week.
Helps take the edge off.
Still, man, maybe, uh, not a good look
outside the police charity event.
I'm already on my way home.
If anybody caught you, you could get seriously jammed up.
That's why I stepped away.
What's going on?
Nothing. Look, guys, it's 2024.
No one's getting in trouble for a little bit of weed, okay?
Have a good night.
You too.
(indistinct radio chatter)
What do we got? Uh, male.
About 30 years. Looks like he took a swan dive from up there.
Any witnesses? No. He was found
by a passing pedestrian earlier this morning.
All right. We got it from here.
Son of a bitch. What?
I think this is Julius "Caesar" Hutchins.
He's an MMA fighter. I've been watching this kid for years.
I didn't know you were such a fan
of fighting as a sport, Reagan. Little bit. (sighs)
This must be where he trained.
I think this kid had a fight coming up this weekend.
Looks like the fight's off.
Those marks on his neck-- they're not
consistent with somebody taking a fall.
Maybe he was sparring? Maybe.
This kid has his whole future in front of him. Doesn't mean
he couldn't have jumped out of that window himself.
We'll see what the M.E. says.
Prosecution and defense have rested their cases.
The attorneys from both sides
will now present their final arguments.
Prosecution, you may begin.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Members of the jury.
Today, you have heard testimony
about the murder of Derek Tobias
at the hands of Jonah Kindler.
The cold, calculated killing of a family man
by a jealous coworker.
Now, the defense
has attempted to argue that Mr. Kindler
is not guilty due to mental deficits.
Due to insanity.
Insanity would be letting this man walk free.
So, I ask that, today,
you not let insanity win,
but instead, justice,
for Derek,
his wife, his kids,
and the people of New York.
Thank you.
Good to see you.
Nice work, you two.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Uh, mock trial is over.
A.D.A. Reagan, then.
Never a fair fight going up against this guy.
You argued well. Uh, not well enough
for the jury, but
whenever you take a class with him,
everyone always knows we're playing for second.
I bet.
Walk with me? Mm.
So, your argument was quite impressive.
Your summation was a bit short.
Uh, you like to keep yours to the point,
so I just figured I'd do the same.
Ah, studying my cases, huh? Any student
that wants to be a prosecutor has.
Well, your fellow classmates in the jury
found you to be effective.
As did I.
A-Are you saying...
I'm saying that, out of the 17 law schools that competed,
you are the winner of the D.A.'s mock trial competition.
Congratulations.
We'll be making the announcement on Friday.
Thank you. Uh, I don't know what to say.
Well, when you do...
...I certainly hope you give me a call.
Be happy to make a recommendation
or help you schedule an interview
for the D.A.'s office.
We could use someone like you.
Thank you.
You have no idea what this means to me.
Well... Christopher Kossula?
Yeah? You're under arrest
for possession of cocaine with intent to sell.
Wait, what? What are you talking about?
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you
in the court of law. Okay. O-Okay.
I don't-I don't know what's going on. WOMAN: Chris?
What are you doing? (indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
Well, I appreciate it. Thank you very much.
(conversation continues indistinctly)
That IAB?
Yeah.
What's going on?
Where's Badillo?
He banged in for the next couple days.
Wait, are they
looking for him? They got a tip
he was smoking weed at a police function
and they want to drug test him.
Well, what's gonna happen-- just a slap on the wrist, right?
Well, apparently, this type of thing has been happening a lot,
so they're looking to make an example of him.
Meaning suspension?
Meaning...
he could be terminated.
(sighs)
Wait.
You can't be serious.
They're not really gonna terminate Badillo over a joint.
It's IAB-- it is out of my hands.
He's one of your best officers. You're really not
gonna try and protect him?
There's got to be something we can do.
You know where he's spending his days off?
He mentioned visiting his mom.
Find him.
Tell him to check himself into a rehab facility.
A rehab? F-For weed?
Once he is in there,
they can't touch him. And then,
by the time he gets out, they will test him
and he'll be clean.
On it.
(door opens)
Yeah! (whistling)
This guy Julius was supposed to fight
looks like he came straight out of the prison yard.
Nasty as they come.
I'd jump out a window if I had to fight this guy, too.
Trouble is, I think Julius was on his way to superstardom
after this fight, so why would he jump out a window?
(man laughs)
Coming after you!
Hey, come listen to this.
(sighs) If I have to hear these guys yell at each other
like schoolboys again...
It's not how they're yelling,
it's what they're yelling at each other. Listen.
Keep running that mouth,
I'm gonna throw you out that damn window.
Come on! Break it up, break it up, break it up,
break it up. (indistinct chatter)
Kill you!
Tell me that's not something.
CHASE: It's no secret
our city has seen a drastic rise
in random crime.
Our police officers are doing everything they can.
Officers like Sergeant Russo here.
But when not even they are safe,
it's time for stronger medicine.
Which is why I've asked the governor
to send in the National Guard to help secure our subways.
With reinforcement,
we'll finally be able to get New York back
Could you please turn that off? to the city we love
and feel s... (TV clicks off)
I'm guessing the mayor
didn't give you a heads-up?
Good guess. He knew
you'd never go for it.
We need to release a statement, make it look like
we were part of the conversation.
But we weren't.
I know it was an ambush, but
maybe the mayor's not wrong about asking for help.
Garrett. More of our cops
were injured on the job this year than ever before.
Which means more guys retiring,
which means more crime.
You buying this?
No, but I get why he's doing it.
Yeah, to give us the middle finger.
It'll make us look worse if we say nothing.
People are gonna cheer this move.
They're sick of crime.
Garrett, he used one of our police officers
as a prop.
People gonna cheer that, too?
People aren't gonna see that.
Then point it out.
What if Sergeant Russo volunteered?
What if he agrees with what the mayor's doing?
I-I'm sure many cops do.
Not this cop.
If it helps keep people safe,
maybe it's worth considering.
So, we let our city
become the mayor's security state?
It won't if we work with him.
(sighs) Frank,
it's happening.
It's out of our hands.
No. If I side with the mayor,
I'll be saying to thousands
of New York City cops,
"You can't do your job."
(door opens)
Representing yourself?
I thought you were smarter than that.
No, I-I do have a lawyer.
I just wanted to talk to you alone first.
Still not smart.
He's a public defender. I've met some great ones,
but this guy's a little out to lunch.
So, get the court to appoint you another.
I don't need to.
I'm here on good faith.
Those drugs weren't mine, I swear.
You're gonna need a better defense than that.
Drug test me.
Talk to my friends. I don't use
and I don't deal.
Somebody's setting me up.
So you're saying those drugs were planted?
That... That's the only explanation.
Other than they're yours, right?
I mean, law school must be stressful.
Maybe... you need to unwind.
You think that I'd be willing to become a prosecutor
if I was willing to sell drugs?
You wouldn't be the first.
If they were planted,
who would be targeting you?
I come from a rough neighborhood.
So, maybe someone doesn't like that
I wanted to join your office. Speculative.
Have you ever dealt drugs
in the past
or run with people that have?
If you want us to help you,
you have to tell us everything.
If not, we have no choice
but to charge you.
Criminal possession of a controlled substance
in the third degree?
Class B felony?
Carries a sentence of one...
One to nine years.
I know.
I think it's time you call in your lawyer.
Nate Silva.
Little busy here.
"Keep running your mouth and I'll
throw you out that damn window."
I'm sorry--
what did you just say to me?
No, that's what you said to Julius Hutchins.
Before he fell out the window of his gym.
That was just part of the show.
Where were you the night he was killed?
Here, training.
Been with my camp 24/7.
You got anyone who can verify that for you? I don't know.
Look around. What do you think?
I haven't left Nate's side.
And you are?
Dima, his trainer.
And I can promise you that no one from our camp
had anything to do with Julius' death.
Is that right? DIMA: Look, it's sad what happened to him.
You can ask me all the questions you want,
but, uh, Nate here's got a fight to train for.
The fight hasn't been called off?
They found a replacement for Julius.
Who?
Alex Simmons. A good matchup.
In fact, I used to train him myself.
Didn't waste any time taking over
after the death of a fellow fighter.
The show must go on. DANNY: You ask me,
Nate's looking a little nervous.
It's a good thing no one's asking you, right?
I'm cutting weight and I still got
a few pounds left to go, so you two can be
on your merry little way out of here.
All right? All right. We will, we will.
Hey, you could come in here
and spar with me.
I promise I won't knock that pretty little head off.
You stick to your job. I'll stick to mine.
All right, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on. Come on.
Come on, ladies, let's go!
WOMAN: Eddie!
It's been so long.
How you doing, honey?
Good. It's good to see you.
This is my husband Jamie.
Hi. Oh.
Is Luis here?
No, he's not. Why?
When's the last time you saw him?
What's this about?
Adriana, we just want to talk to him about something,
and his phone's off.
Always been bad with his phone.
Really? I never noticed that before.
Well, he is.
Sometimes.
What's going on?
You tell me.
Is he in trouble?
What makes you say that?
A couple of cops came around a bit ago
asking the same questions.
How long ago?
Less than an hour. Adriana,
your son and I are partners,
and we just want to help him.
Can you please tell me where he is?
I don't know.
You use Jetboils
for camping?
I don't even know what those are.
Luis threw out some things when he came by,
picking up his stuff.
We're sorry to bother you.
It was good to see you.
Same.
Only backpackers and campers use Jetboils.
Badillo has mentioned hiking on Staten Island before.
That would explain why he has no service.
Let's check it out.
What are we looking for here, anyway?
If we think Julius killed himself,
we're looking for anything to indicate that he may have.
Otherwise...
Oh, you think Nate did it.
You really think that he would murder Julius
right before the fight when all eyes are looking his way?
I think Nate said he would throw Julius out a window
and next thing you know, Julius gets thrown out a window.
We follow Nate till we can rule him out. (elevator dings)
Excuse me.
(door opens)
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, did you know Julius,
the young man who lived next door?
Yeah. Such a sweet guy.
Used to have me over for dinner sometimes.
Terrible, what happened.
Yeah, it is.
Uh, did you notice anything different with him
in the last week or so?
Anything out of the ordinary? He's barely here.
He's always down the gym.
So, no family, friends, no visitors?
There was one guy that come by the other day.
He must have been one of the fighters from the gym.
Uh, big guy, lots of tattoos.
This guy?
Yeah, that's him.
You're sure? Yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Hey.
Bada bing, bada boom.
You sound very pleased with yourself.
So, I asked around on the block
where Chris grew up in Bed-Stuy. Uh-huh.
Turns out he used to run with a gang when he was younger.
Which one? The Alamo Boys.
He was even busted as part of a drug operation
when he was a juvie.
How did he get into law school if he had a record?
Case was sealed.
Judge Carson owed me a favor
from when he was a prosecutor.
Well, I'm really surprised about this
'cause I thought he was a good kid.
Only one thing left to do now:
prosecute.
MAN: First up on the scale
is Nate Silva!
Official weight:
one ninety-eight.
Yeah!
(indistinct chatter) (whistling)
(rock playing on speakers)
And his opponent,
Alex Simmons!
(cheering, applause) What the hell
are you guys doing? There's cameras here.
Exactly. We see them.
So, either you can tell us what we want to know in private
or we're gonna talk to the press about something
they're gonna want to know about you
and the fact that you went to Julius' apartment
right after you threatened him and now he's dead.
What? I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay, let's go talk to them.
All right, just-just come-come with me.
(emcee continuing indistinctly)
Julius and I used to train together.
I went over there to wish him good luck.
All right? That's it. Do you always
break bread with your opponents right before a fight?
Yeah, I'm a nice guy.
You gonna tell us what the hell's going on
or are we gonna go tell them
what the hell's going on?
All right.
There's an easy way to make some extra money
in this industry.
You talking about fixing fights?
Yeah, I'm talking about fight fixing, man.
Look, unless you have a movie, TV or product deals,
most of us barely make ends meet.
That's why I was talking to Julius.
To get him to get on board with fixing the fight.
Yeah. But then
he decided to back out. And he ended up
dead on a sidewalk.
I didn't kill him.
That's not how I roll.
Who's in charge of this fight fixing?
I don't know.
I get an envelope with cash and instructions.
That's it. They're ghosts.
Well, how'd you get hooked up with them?
I got a phone call.
Phone call?
Julius and I were boys.
I wish I never brought any of this to him,
but I keep talking to you and it's gonna be me next.
Well, maybe there's a way we can flush them out.
Flush these guys out? Ho-How are you gonna do that?
You don't lose the fight.
So I can end up like Julius?
You win the fight,
they'll come after you, we'll be waiting.
Come on, it gives you a chance
to make up for Julius getting killed.
So, I'm bait?
Man, that sounds like a great deal for me.
(short chuckle) Answer's no.
It wasn't personal, Frank.
Right you are. My mistake.
Wait, what?
It was impersonal.
You pulled an end run around me
like I was some lackey you never even knew.
I didn't call the governor
until after I spoke with Sergeant Russo.
Seeing him,
listening to him,
I knew I had to act.
So, a cop you just met-- that's personal.
But me-- who's worked closely with you for five years...
It's an executive decision I made
outside of your purview anyway.
Well...
that's too bad.
And why is that?
Because I could have filled you in a little
on the cop you made poster boy.
Filled me in how?
As my mom always said:
he's a thorn looking for a side.
Aw, now you're just trying to throw me.
No, I'm not. I'm simply pointing out
that there may have been something that you missed
during your quickie courtship.
All I did was call for backup.
Much-needed backup.
No, that's not all you did.
You broadcast to my men and women
that they are not up to the task.
They need help.
Everyone knows it.
Including Sergeant Russo,
who almost lost his life.
Oh, come on, he walked out of the hospital this morning.
Look, I understand why you're upset.
You're upset that I didn't bring this to you first.
But we both know you wouldn't have entertained it
for one second. I did what I had to do.
We could have worked together
to find a better solution.
You don't work with anyone.
You back people into a corner
and then call it collaboration when they do what you want.
Call them off.
No.
I'm doing the right thing here, Frank.
Your own rank and file agree with me.
So, you can either get on board
or you can get out of the way.
My office is prepared to offer your client two years,
followed by one-year post-release supervision.
We aren't accepting any jail time.
You're lucky it's not more.
Two years for a first-time offender?
But you're not a first-time offender, are you?
You were in a gang.
Don't respond to that. That was a sealed record.
Well, it doesn't matter, if they have it.
Yeah, it does.
How did you get it?
Did you file an official request with the judge?
I'll take it from here.
Was it an official request?
It was sealed. You shouldn't be able to consider it.
Either way, we know your history, and you...
Your story has not been adding up.
Fine. When I was 15,
I was arrested for being a lookout during a drug deal.
But I was only doing it for my family's protection.
How is that
protecting your family, exactly?
Where I'm from...
I was worried about my sister and my mom every day,
so I just started running with those guys
so they wouldn't go after them.
It was for our protection.
But that doesn't mean that he's dealing drugs now.
Doesn't help his case, either.
You don't want to believe me, fine,
'cause you're gonna lock me up anyway.
That is not true. Yes, it is. We know how this goes.
Once you're in the system, the system follows you.
And you guys paint people like me with the same brush.
If I believed you...
...where would you tell me to look?
Erin. We got nothing
from talking to the gang members in your neighborhood,
so maybe there is another stone to turn.
You're asking me?
You're the prosecutor here.
And you're smart.
And if you really are innocent, you need to help us.
Help us help you, because otherwise,
we all know what the judge is gonna decide.
JAMIE: How do you know this is the right campground?
JANKO: It's the only Boy Scout campground
on all of Staten Island.
And Badillo used to come here when he was a kid.
Badillo was a Boy Scout?
I know. Can't get away from you guys.
Ha. Funny. (chuckles)
Well, guess maybe he's more than just a tough guy.
You know, when you hooked us up as partners,
I couldn't stand the guy, but
he's a softy at heart.
Second-best partner I ever had.
(Badillo whoops)
Nice job, buddy.
Wait here one second. I'll be right back, okay? Okay.
What are you guys doing here?
What's going on?
Is that kid...
No, he's not mine.
I volunteer with a program
who look after kids who have lost parents on the job.
You never mentioned that before.
I know.
Because you lost your first partner on the job.
That his kid? Kyle.
We go camping once a year.
I hate to tell you this, but you got to cut your trip short.
Someone ratted you out
to IAB. They're coming for you for smoking weed.
Seriously? Only way out of it
is to check yourself into a rehab facility.
That way they can't drug test you.
Why do you think I needed to take the edge off
in the first place?
Would it have been any better
if I had a whole bottle of whiskey?
No, I hear you,
but they want to fire you for this.
Do you want that? Of course not, but...
KYLE: Uncle Luis?
One second, buddy.
I'm not cutting my time short with him.
Badillo. Kyle's been looking forward to this for months.
I'll deal with the consequences
when I walk back into that precinct.
For now, we're gonna get back to fishing.
See you guys later.
Come on in. Have a seat.
Commissioner.
So, how's the recovery going?
Uh, doc said that there's still a lot that's wait and see.
Including, maybe, my eye needs surgery.
Mm-hmm.
But I'm here because I stood by the mayor
at his press conference, aren't I?
Sat...
by the mayor, actually.
You were in a wheelchair.
They made me. Yeah,
I know, hospital protocols
and all that stuff.
But I didn't call you in here for discipline.
I just want the truth.
Well, you may not like that.
The truth.
Well...
I seldom do.
But I'm gonna ask anyway.
What did the mayor say to you
that made you wave the white flag?
Is that what I did?
Well, you sat by him
all solemn-like
while he called in the National Guard
because he thought my cops were overwhelmed.
Aren't we?
Well, you were.
In a line-of-duty attack.
In the duty you signed on for
and get paid for.
This, from my commissioner?
Oh, come on, Ray.
Come on. Six months ago, you were in this office
itching for a fight with a guy 20 years older
and 40 pounds fatter
because you blamed him for your lack of advancement.
Which says what, exactly?
Well, I don't know. You tell me.
I'm a guy who likes to get what's coming to him?
Okay.
So, what did the mayor promise you
in exchange for your endorsement?
He didn't promise me nothing.
He did show me respect.
(grunts) I'm heading downstairs to turn my shield in.
I'm vesting out and moving on.
Well, good luck, Ray.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(indistinct chatter)
Caroline Lee?
Can we have a word?
A.D.A. Reagan. Of course. no problem.
First, I want to say I thought you did an exceptional job
at the mock trial competition.
Thank you. It was an honor to argue in front of you.
Well, you must be near the top of your class.
I'm on course to be valedictorian now.
Now that Chris has been arrested?
Yeah. I still can't believe it.
ABETEMARCO: Were you surprised
to find out he was selling drugs?
He was the golden boy of our class.
No one saw it coming.
Except for maybe someone who was jealous?
What?
ABETEMARCO: Thing is, Caroline,
we know those drugs were planted.
What are you talking about?
The weight of the drugs found in Chris' apartment
was precisely enough to make it
a Class B felony.
ABETEMARCO: So, whoever planted 'em
knows the law to a T.
Are you saying I did it?
Chris and I were friends.
ABETEMARCO: Well, we got prints off the drugs,
which led us to the dealer who sold them,
and guess who he picked out of a photo array as the buyer?
Not Chris.
Y-You're lying. Well, I can't
legally lie to you, but I can make you
a one-time deal offer.
If you confess,
I will knock it down to a Class C felony.
But I'll get kicked out of school.
I'll lose everything. I...
You could lose a lot more if you don't.
One-time deal.
(crowd cheering)
COMMENTATOR: I have to say, Paul, Silva did not
look like himself in the first round.
Well, I don't think Simmons' 4-0 record is a fluke.
You notice anyone unusual in Nate's camp?
BAEZ: Everyone here seems a little unusual
to me.
ANNOUNCER: On your feet!
It's time for round two... Here we go.
Fighter, you ready? Fighter, you ready?
Let's go to war! (air horn blares)
COMMENTATOR: It's a classic grappler
versus striker matchup.
Solid leg kick! Connecting with a right
is Simmons.
He's throwing it.
COMMENTATOR 2: I mean, he throws a lot of punches,
but it's the ones that land
that are most effective. Maybe.
Maybe not. Oh, look.
COMMENTATOR: Oh!
Look at the strength of Simmons.
Oh! what a slam by Simmons.
COMMENTATOR 2: Simmons establishing dominance.
Look at him, Danny. He's getting destroyed.
COMMENTATOR: Silva can only cover.
I never noticed those guys in Nate's camp before.
COMMENTATOR: Silva now in the Freddie Blassie choke hold.
Oh, he's gonna tap Silva out!
It's over. COMMENTATOR: Simmons is gonna win!
COMMENTATOR 2: Wait a minute. Oh, he got out!
He got out.
It's not over.
(commentators exclaiming)
COMMENTATOR: Silva lands another one!
He's coming back.
COMMENTATOR: The tide has turned!
COMMENTATOR 2: Silva's back from the dead!
COMMENTATOR: Oh, this can't be happening!
No way!
No way! Simmons is dazed. Can Silva finish?
Oh!
COMMENTATOR: Are you kidding me?
That was huge!
(air horn blares)
That was a huge victory!
And they're not happy about it.
(cheering, applause)
COMMENTATOR: Silva taking his victory dance onto the cage.
Come on. Let's go. COMMENTATOR: The crowd is loving it here.
COMMENTATOR 2: I don't think I've seen a better
fight in my life. Unbelievable. Yeah!
Oh, wow, what a fight!
(fans clamoring) WOMAN: Danny! There he is!
I'm sorry, guys, I got to go.
(clamoring continues)
There they go. They're going after Nate. Come on.
Your car is this way. Move it.
Go ahead.
Police!
Son of a bitch.
All right. Take it easy, boys.
(chuckles) So, what--
y'all just wanted some alone time with me or what?
(groans)
Man. At least take me to dinner first.
(coughs)
Dima.
DANNY: That's the SUV.
Yeah, this is definitely Dima's building.
Let's go.
What the hell are you doing here?
You tell me. What happened tonight?
Wait, you're behind all this?
DIMA: You know, I thought Julius
taking that little fall would've
been enough to keep you in check.
Take care of him.
DANNY: Runner!
Police! Don't move!
Don't move!
Keep your hands where I can see 'em.
I knew you'd come through. NATE: Come on.
You didn't actually think I'd do it.
Course I did. I bet half my paycheck
you'd win that fight.
Just glad I didn't have to fight you myself.
Yeah.
What, no luck?
Not really. (exhales)
I mean, we found him,
but he didn't want to check into rehab.
I guess he's just gonna face the music.
"We" found him?
I mean me. I f-found him.
Mm-hmm. (knocking)
Hey, Cap, you got a minute?
Oh, what a surprise.
Sergeant Reagan.
I, uh...
I got a confession to make.
You do?
Yeah. Badillo and I had a few too many at that fundraiser.
We exchanged a few words and got into it.
Look, it-it was me
that reported him, but it was a false report.
He wasn't smoking weed. I lied.
Is that right?
Yeah, that's right.
You know if I report this to IAB,
they're gonna put you through the wringer.
It's a complaint at best,
suspension at worst.
You sure that's what happened?
Yeah, I'm sure.
All right.
(door opens)
And my office will be dropping all the charges.
(exhales) Oh. Yes.
Thank you
for taking the time to investigate.
And for believing me. ERIN: In spite of
what you believe, we do not
jump to conclusions in this office.
I'm sorry if I overstepped. ERIN: And you made
the same mistake you accused us of doing.
You judged me and everyone here
as one-size-fits-all prosecutors.
I know. I just felt trapped.
Thank you.
(door opens)
I heard what Jamie did for me.
I was just as surprised as you are.
Look, I know he didn't report me.
Still don't know who did.
Does it really matter at this point?
I guess not.
Look, maybe I should have gone to rehab.
It just didn't seem fair, you know?
I know.
Why didn't you tell me about the program?
Hits too close to home, I guess.
Talking about my former partner
to my current partner-- it's tough. Brings back bad memories.
Well, if you ever want to talk, you know,
I'm here.
You're always asking why
I can't get into a serious relationship.
I don't ever want to leave a kid like Kyle behind.
You know, for what it's worth, seeing you with Kyle...
You're gonna make a great dad one day.
You still haven't given up on me yet?
I never will.
Partner.
So, how was everyone's week? Don't ask.
Oh, the same. (sighs) Eh.
Okay. That's it.
I'm calling a CompStat meeting.
Aw. SEAN: CompStat?
(chuckles)
CompStat? What is that?
It's short for "computer statistics." It...
It's when a...
precinct boss
stands before One PP brass
and defends their numbers.
Yeah, but what it's really about
is accountability.
My D.C. of operations, Jack Maple, brought it to me.
I'd like to take credit for it, but it was really all him.
And we used to have family CompStat around dinner
every so often. Mm.
We had to defend our grades.
We sure did.
Oh. Unless you were Danny,
and it was a fight he had during school.
All of 'em were justified, thank you.
Uh-huh. (laughs)
Okay, Sean. Let's begin with you.
DANNY: Yeah. Yeah.
Why don't you tell everyone about
your Econ grade? JANKO: Econ?
(chuckles) Wait, I thought that you were a history major.
He is, but he took this other class because of a girl.
(chuckles) ALL: Ooh!
A girl. Ooh, what's her name?
Uh...
At CompStat meetings, can you plead the Fifth? No.
You're not getting out of this that easy.
I'm coming back to you.
Jamie, you're up.
Are we really doing this?
You bet we are.
I heard you had an eventful a week.
JANKO: Mm...
I got a citation
for filing a false report with IAB.
You? Well, he w... He really didn't do it.
He took the fall for my partner
and got him out of jail.
Maybe we should keep some deniability around this table.
Hey, I didn't hear a thing.
Yeah. (chuckles)
Erin?
No. Straight A's, as usual.
Now I remember why I can't stand
CompStat meetings at the table.
Well, how many people did you put your hands on this week?
Not one. Really?
No. Thought I did almost get into a fight
with a professional MMA fighter.
What? ERIN: What?
I thought you said the week
was uneventful.
DANNY: It was uneventful,
but if I fought him, he would've killed me.
(laughing)
Francis?
Oh, well. I'm sure everybody saw
the mayor's press conference, so...
Mm-hmm. DANNY: Mm.
You're not really gonna let him call in the Guard.
(sighs)
Yeah, you got a play, right, Dad?
Not one you want to make?
Well... (sighs) the mayor and I
have gone at it more than our fair share,
but sometimes I wonder if that doesn't do more
to divide the city than to help it.
HENRY: The definition
of insanity is doing the same thing
over and over again
and expecting different results.
Yeah, but there's no way you're gonna
let him get away with this, right?
What are you gonna do?
Hopefully, the right thing.
Of course I gave him a job. How could I not?
I can think of about ten good reasons off the top of my head.
Oh, cut it out.
On top of the debilitating injuries, the guy has PTSD.
(chuckles)
Who says? He says.
Who knows better?
And where are you going with this?
What's the job?
Private security. Oh.
So, that's what...
"director of peripheral logistics" does.
How the hell do you know that? Well, my
DCPI sometimes gets his press releases
from a crystal ball.
Okay. Enough. I didn't poach your guy.
He walked across the street under his own steam.
Look, we have a metric in the NYPD.
It goes, 20% of the cops
do 80% of the work.
You bought yourself a slowpoke.
Well, live and learn.
Look, call the governor
and have him cancel this deployment.
Why would I do that?
Because this quid pro quo you got going with Russo?
You don't want that.
Who says it's a quid pro quo?
Garrett Moore, when he talks to the press.
And they trust him,
so they will lean into it.
And you will be up a creek
with a lazy ex-cop.
So, now you're blackmailing me?
No, I'm not. I'm not.
I'm just giving you a heads-up.
So... (sighs)
Mr. Mayor, I have detailed plans
for sector-targeted redeployment
of NYPD manpower
in the subways.
Solutions...
that you and I could present
as a One PP-city hall
partnership.
You and me, working together.
Ah.
When you say "working together..."
(chuckles softly) I mean together.
No more games.
Okay. Deal.
Then call the governor.
I will.
Now would be good.
(sighs, chuckles)
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Thank you. Yeah.
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