It's not your fault
he's walking.
Uh, you had no time to prepare.
The D.A. should know you can't rush a case like this.
That's not gonna make a difference
to the families of those victims.
We'll get Costa on something else.
Yeah. The next double homicide he commits?
Well, hopefully not that.
I have Dr. Dornan to see you.
Sorry to hear about Michael Costa.
He's already giving me grief counseling.
I may have something better.
I've been consulting on a related trial in your bureau.
Donnie Hassett's.
Wasn't he one
- of Costa's guys? - Yeah,
but he fell out of favor 15 years ago?
Still, he's not gonna roll on him.
He wants to now. And why is that?
Hassett's case has been held up for two years
while he tries to build an insanity defense.
That's two years on Rikers Island,
and he just watched his old boss walk free.
So now he's admitting to faking insanity?
He's shifting his tactics.
What did he say to you, exactly?
That he can link Costa to a couple murders from years ago.
Even knows where the bodies are buried.
And you believe him?
My evaluation stands.
He's a sociopath.
Lying is like breathing to him.
But it's your call if you want to hear what he has to say.
- Thief. - Mrs. Riley, please calm down.
You're a thief. Where is it?
Where is my necklace?
Ma'am, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Everything okay? No,
everything's not okay.
This plumber came into my apartment and stole my necklace.
No, my name's Derick. I'm the building super.
Whatever. Wait till my husband gets home.
I'm sorry to bother you, Officer Janko.
I'll clear this up.
You're an officer?
Good. Arrest that man.
Is it possible you just misplaced it?
No. It was stolen right out of my safe.
Someone broke into your safe? Yes.
I found it wide open.
Could you have given the combination to anyone?
No.
But someone must have...
I think you're a little confused, ma'am.
You know what? I'm sure you just misplaced it,
like Officer Janko said.
Do you want us to help you look?
No.
Just out of curiosity,
how many people you think your client's killed in his lifetime?
Mr. Wilks has, of course, never killed anyone, Detectives.
Except for Elliott Greene.
Including Elliott Greene.
Mm-hmm. - We have your client on camera,
with Greene, moments before he died.
An unhappy coincidence.
An unhappy coincidence that Greene had his skull bashed in?
He was a junkie.
When I saw him, he was half dead already.
Right. So it was drugs did this to Elliot Greene, huh?
He was high, took a bad fall.
Again,
nothing to do with my client.
Exactly how is it that you even sleep at night?
Just fine. I represent an honest citizen who's been unjustly...
You represent a dishonest scumbag
who has blood on his hands.
Okay, we'll see who's smiling when the M.E. comes back
and rules this a homicide and your client gets put away.
For life.
Now that'll be a bad fall.
All right, you guys know the deal.
Get your hands out of your pockets.
But we didn't do anything. Get your hands out of your pockets!
Let's go, let's go. Come on, guys.
Get up against the fence. This is harassment.
Are you seeing this? Are you recording this?
Man, look at this. It's an illegal search.
Hey! I'm not gonna do nothing, man...
Hey, get off! Aah! Are you seeing this?
Hey! I'm not gonna do nothing, man. Get off!
This is ridiculous!
Turn that thing off. Turn that off. Turn it off!
Put it away! Put your phone down.
And you suspended him for this?
I did.
For doing his job. Oh, here we go.
The men already don't like it one bit.
When they see this, you're gonna have a mutiny on your hands.
Which is why I asked you up here, Johnny,
to help me settle it.
The men won't just lie down.
I don't expect them to.
What I do expect is discipline in the ranks.
Our ranks. Yours and mine.
Jeff's a good cop who the media's now gone after
with no context.
And your suspension gives them the stamp of approval.
The suspension is according to procedure.
Or it's you covering your own ass.
That's what the rank and file are saying.
You're quoting them exactly, are you?
Look, the media calls you out personally.
This was part of a larger pattern of your tactics
under the new mayor,
a reversion to the so-called dark days of stop-and-frisk.
I care about my cops, not the media.
But by suspending this officer, you just dump it on him.
That's what's out there.
I'm just warning you.
Warn or threaten?
The suspended officer's
a union delegate who carries weight
among the cops in his own right.
I got it on good authority he's organizing a bout of blue flu
in response to his suspension.
So, threaten it is.
It's not coming from me, Frank.
No, just your union.
You're not seeing it.
There's a cancer in this department.
There's a cancer in my department?
What's the offer?
Reinstate him.
In exchange for?
The respect of the rank and file.
I have the deepest respect for the rank and file.
Are you doubting that?
You need to hear him out.
I thought his head was gonna burst into flames there
for a second.
You suppose it might have something to do
with me suspending his son?
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Is that the Greene autopsy?
Nope.
Then what?
A sick joke.
Accidental death caused by acute intoxication
due to the combined effects of heroin, fentanyl and cocaine.
Okay, but you don't get a caved-in skull like that
from an overdose.
The stairs he fell down, just like Jackson claimed.
Who the hell did the autopsy?
Carson.
Megan Carson?
I know. If it had been Reed
or Keller, different story...
Carson doesn't make mistakes.
Not usually.
Jackson's gonna walk with this report.
I know.
Megan?
Detectives. Yeah.
We don't mean any disrespect, but we're wondering
if it's possible that you might have
made a mistake with the, uh, Elliott Greene manner of death.
Absolutely not.
He had a lethal cocktail of drugs in his system.
And then he fell down some stairs?
That was the source of the cranial trauma.
Sounds convenient.
Not for him. He's dead.
We mean, convenient for the guy that killed him.
Uh, Jackson Wilks.
I don't know about all that.
Well, let us tell you.
He's a hit man who is out on the streets.
I'm sorry. Are you accusing me of something?
No, we just want to make sure we have the whole story. That...
You do,
right there in that file.
I'm sorry that I can't help, but this wasn't a homicide.
You're not even gonna review it?
I am a little busy, as you can see.
Yeah, so are we, trying to keep Wilks off the street
before someone else is killed.
Okay, let's all just take it easy.
We're all on the same team here.
Are we?
Yes. And, uh, the M.E. has spoken, so...
Donnie Hassett, this is Detective ABETEMARCO.
I'm A.D.A. Erin Reagan, if you remember.
How could I possibly forget?
It's funny. Last time we met,
you could barely string a sentence together.
That was a very stressful period.
Right. And you are no longer pleading insanity.
Uh, Mr. Hassett would like to make a deal instead.
He knows where Costa
has at least one body buried.
And you can directly connect it to Costa?
That's right.
In exchange for?
Engineering my release.
I already served two years for a simple assault.
That put a guy in a simple coma.
And why should we trust you?
You've already lied to us once, about being insane.
I'm gonna be completely honest with you
going forward, A.D.A. Reagan.
Oh, well, if you say so.
I know how your doctor labelled me. A sociopath.
Do you know what that is? By definition?
A dangerous nutjob, by definition.
Very good at lying, very bad at empathy, no conscience.
Which describes a lot of criminals. That's true.
But also a lot of highly functional people in Washington,
Wall Street, Hollywood.
You're in Rikers.
That puts you in the first group.
Your preconceptions are-- - No, no, no. Mike. - No...
Your preconceptions are exactly
why I'm gonna offer you a piece of evidence on the house.
This should be good.
Mm-hmm. I'll give you the location
of a gun he used in an execution 15 years ago.
And then maybe we can have a serious talk.
Erin, he's sending us on a goose chase here.
I'm telling the truth, whether you believe me or not.
- I had extra! - 36 hours of steady rainfall
have left many homes in the metro area
knee-deep in floodwaters...
Thought maybe you might want some?
Snickerdoodles, you said?
Put them there on the table.
No injuries were reported.
Damage to homes and property
is pegged at $3 million.
Cleanup is expected to take at least two days.
That's a lovely family you have here.
Is that your-your husband?
Yes.
Does he live here?
Damn thing never works.
Did you ever find the necklace you were missing?
That's not all I'm missing.
More jewelry,
china,
my father's old watch.
That plumber stole it all.
May I look at the safe?
It's in the closet.
Over there.
Oh.
Yeah, it's empty.
Of course it is. It was all stolen.
Where's the remote?
Where is it?
I appreciate the opportunity
to give my side to your investigation.
And we appreciate your cooperation.
Officer Lyons.
Commissioner Reagan.
So, where are we at?
Where we're at is our investigation corroborated
exactly what we saw in the video
and heard in the eyewitness testimony.
Namely, that your actions were not in line
with the mission, vision or values of this department.
Surprise, surprise.
You are accountable for your actions, Officer Lyons.
When no one else is accountable for theirs?
Just who isn't?
I was following orders from my C.O.
Your C.O. ordered you to tune the guy up?
Not in so many words.
In what words, then?
"Put the fear of God in 'em."
See,
he got his ass fried at CompStat last week.
So like C.O.s do,
he came home to the house and kicked the dog,
and us beat cops, we're the dog.
Did you fry his ass at CompStat last week?
There's a sharp rise in street-level drug trafficking
in the precinct.
So grilled maybe, but not fried.
Whatever it was, my C.O. came back hot.
And told his cops to chuck the Patrol Guide?
Well...
No. It d-- It don't work that way.
Well, please, in what way does it work?
I don't work at the Puzzle Palace, so I don't know...
Ah. The Puzzle Palace.
One PP was nicknamed that long before I was here.
So I don't know what gold tells brass.
What I do know is the guys in blue
don't have the white shirt immunity that you all do.
You talk the talk, but we got to walk the walk.
You need to be careful, Officer Lyons.
And you need to know this: the truth.
The truth according to one pissed-off cop?
Ask that when we show up on your doorstep in force next week.
Ask all the other cops who take the beatings from the media
and the crap from the citizens
to keep One PP smelling like roses.
I would remind you I was on the ground, too.
And we answered to One PP, also.
How long ago? Was it even the same back then?
No. It was different.
Sir, my family is NYPD, too.
It's in my blood, too.
And to me, that means if I see something wrong, I call it out.
And you called it out by manhandling a civilian
on our streets.
The suspension stands.
- Thanks. - You're kidding me. Yep.
All right. Thank you so much.
Yeah. What's going on?
I'm gonna dump you back at the squad
and go pay Megan another visit myself.
Just you, huh?
Yeah, I got a hunch about something.
Uh-huh.
What does that mean? "Uh-huh"?
Oh, come on, Danny. You two have been flirting
for the better part of a year now.
What are you talking about?
It doesn't take a detective.
I'm serious. What?
Well, why did you defend her at the morgue, then?
I didn't defend her at the morgue.
She should've reviewed that autopsy no questions asked,
You know that.
I agree with you, 100%.
You do? Yes, I do.
I noticed how she was.
I mean, she's usually cold like the bodies she keeps company.
This time she was nervous, she was aloof.
But I had to get hard evidence first.
So, who was on the phone?
Her boss. She wasn't even supposed to work
the day the Vic came in,
but for some reason, she showed up anyway,
and specifically requested that autopsy.
You think maybe Wilks got to her?
That's what I'm gonna find out.
Captain Sims, congratulations.
Yours has been voted the grungiest precinct
in Manhattan North.
Congratulations.
Well done.
You making any progress on the graffiti problem?
Yes, sir, we've made real strides.
Oh, good. That's good. I'm glad to hear that.
Now,
would you say it's been eradicated?
Pretty much, sir. We've made several arrests.
Several arrests? Wow.
So, there mustn't be any graffiti left at all.
Well, I wouldn't say none, sir...
You wouldn't say? But there's not much left.
Not much left? You know, that's wonderful.
Turn around, Captain.
Look at that.
That look like not much?
That look like not much left to you?
Because to me, it looks like
your whole borough is doused in paint.
We're making progress. Not enough!
And the next time you're here,
if it's not cleaned up, it's gonna be your last time here.
Dismissed. Go home.
You okay, Captain?
As you were. Sorry, sir.
Rough time in there?
Oh, no, sir.
Something I ate for breakfast.
Carry on.
Thank you, sir.
Boss, you were there.
We don't use kid gloves,
but the reviews are all built on support for our guys.
I wasn't there for Captain Sims' review.
Was that supportive?
Sims needed the screws turned.
But yes, it was supportive.
I walked on him just out of there.
He was chugging antacids and white as a sheet.
Well, maybe it was something he ate.
Yeah, well...
I know it's not the first time someone's been beat up
by CompStat, but this time, something stuck with me.
Garrett, you heard of "white shirt immunity"?
Only in passing.
It's the gap between white shirts and blue shirts.
The gap between our officers and their superiors.
Higher-ups seem immune to discipline.
So you heard it.
Well, I hear a lot of things, but it doesn't mean
I give them all the same credence.
Sims wears a white shirt. I didn't show him any immunity.
I'm talking about real consequences, Sid,
not just a dressing down.
Well, boss, I can't go around firing brass.
No one is suggesting you should.
So what's wrong with me holding C.O.s like Sims accountable?
Absolutely nothing, as long as they don't take it out
on the guys in their house.
Now you sound like Johnny Lyons' boy.
Not really, but, you know... Look, I know the media
went after him, but he made the mistake, not his C.O., not Sid.
And if he has a point?
You're gonna put that on me?
No. On me.
Every year, there's a cadre of disgruntled officers.
And why?
Boss, they're ungrateful.
Or maybe I've been here too long and I'm just out of touch.
You've been at One PP a long time,
but you are not out of touch.
Our jobs are different than they were back in the day.
But at some point, did I stop being a cop
and turn into a CEO of cops?
You can't h...
Uh, that's a tough one, boss. I don't know.
I don't think that's a question
that either one of us can answer to your satisfaction.
I got to give it to you.
We found the gun, right where you said.
Do you trust me now?
No. You know all good lies start with the truth.
Your loss.
Look, we'll play ball-- you have my word--
but we're not guaranteeing anything without a body.
My word is good. You can ask around.
I'm coming with you.
That's a good one.
I've been nothing but honest with you two.
I've given you a chip, I deserve one in turn.
I'm coming with you to the body or it's no deal.
Okay, then. No deal.
Is he right?
Probably. And smart, too.
But...?
But I really want Costa.
Erin... And probably for the first time
in your life, you're the lesser of two evils.
Gee, thanks.
Counsel all right with this?
Yes.
Erin, there's no way we're trusting this guy.
You got a gun, don't you?
Come on, you can't be serious...
So do I, and he does not. So I think we're good.
Hey, what are you still doing here?
Eddie?
Hey, Eddie, wake up. Wake up.
Hey. What?
You're late for your double.
What? Oh, crap.
What are you doing, sleeping on the couch?
I must've dozed off.
Did you make cookies?
Yeah. I, uh, brought them to Mrs. Riley.
She seemed like she needed her spirits lifted.
I thought we talked about
you not burning the candle at both ends.
I couldn't help it.
Yeah, I get it. I, uh,
I asked Espinoza about her,
because his mom used to live here,
and he says that ever since she got divorced,
she's had one of these outbursts
once a year.
She's divorced?
Yeah. Is that really surprising?
She made it seem like her husband's still around.
Not for the past seven years, apparently.
That's strange.
Sounds to me like maybe she's got dementia.
Maybe someone is taking advantage of it.
Or she misplaced her things all by herself.
We should figure out which.
Ah! Go.
I love you.
Bye. Love you.
Just you?
Mm-hmm.
I went to your office first.
They said you didn't come in today.
Where's your partner?
She had to stay behind,
do some paperwork with the squad.
Oh.
Besides, if she came along, it would make it
official police business.
And it's not?
Not exactly.
I was hoping that you and I could have a talk.
Just us.
You know, Megan, it seems like
you might be mixed up in something that you shouldn't be.
Like what?
You tell me.
It's obvious that you're scared.
I'm not. Really?
Then how come you won't even look me in the eye?
Did Jackson Wilks get to you?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yes, you do. Hey.
This guy's a professional killer.
It's what he does.
And he does not leave loose ends, and right now
that is exactly what you are.
I can protect you, Megan, but you gotta come clean with me.
Did he get to you or not?
So, uh, what's this all about?
Yeah, is everything okay?
Why does it have to be about something?
Can't we just have a guys' night?
Well, we can, it's just "guys' night" for us usually means
there's something to talk about, kinda like
when I show up on Thursday with a roast.
Ulterior motives.
I got 36,000 men and women who work for me,
so 36,000 who are hardwired to tell me
exactly what they think I want to hear.
Except the ones coming down with the blue flu.
Yeah.
No one from my squad's participating,
but it sounds like the union's got numbers.
And I hear they're growing.
Yeah. So here's the deal.
Am I seen as deaf, dumb and blind, or all three?
Well...
It's not you personally, Dad.
Well, Jamie, the buck does stop here.
It's not all 36,000 that have a problem.
Okay, thank you. But the ones who do.
Some cops feel like orders come down from on high
that don't factor in how they play on the street.
And they contradict
other orders that come down from One PP.
There's a sense that some orders boil down to
"get this done now," not "get this done, here's how."
- Right. - Things get lost in translation.
They always did.
And even with all the modern technology,
it's still humans that pass the word along.
Bottom line,
there's a feeling that
One PP wants us to do the dirty jobs
while keeping our hands clean at the same time,
which is basically impossible.
And we never had any of the political interference
that you do.
City Hall didn't care how the sausages got made.
So what's one thing I'm doing wrong?
Well, I mean, if we had to pick just one...
That is a hard choice. That's a hard choice.
Just start with one.
Thinking you can be clearly understood by one and all.
Worrying what the rank and file really think about you.
They don't know the person, they-they just know the boss.
Not using the rumblings in the ranks to your advantage.
How so?
Think of it as the divide between the players
and the coaching staff.
Sometimes hating the coaches brings the team together
in ways you couldn't foresee.
Yeah. Maybe.
Or you play the divide, trust rides the bench,
and the team falls even farther behind.
Hi, Mrs. Riley. I-I made you some cookies.
Can I come in?
I just had some extra, thought you might like some.
Oatmeal raisin barely count as cookies.
Put 'em over there.
I heard you might be missing some belongings.
Yes.
This morning, my sapphire ring went missing
right from off my finger.
Uh-huh.
Well, when was the-- the last time that you had it?
Before my husband came over.
I don't mean to be rude, but aren't you divorced?
Divorced? What are you talking about?
Where's your wedding ring?
That plumber stole my wedding ring.
Do you have anyone, any family that looks after you?
I told you, my husband.
You don't have a husband, Mrs. Riley.
You haven't had one for seven years.
Oh, really?
Then who does all this belong to?
Five cases. Three assaults, two homicides.
Wilks has walked on all of them.
She is good, I'll give her that.
It's easy, when the truth is on your side.
Except you don't have the truth on your side.
This is the truth.
Greene's real autopsy.
Ruled a homicide.
The M.E. changed the manner of death?
Mm-hmm.
Because you threatened her personally.
Is that what she said?
We're asking the questions here.
Now, it's obvious this took a lot of planning.
And it's even more obvious that Jackson Wilks isn't
both the brains and the muscle here.
I'm sorry, where was the question?
You're not just his lawyer, are you?
You help him with this little boutique murder operation.
That pretty M.E. talked to you, huh?
That's too bad.
Is that another threat? Of course not.
'Cause you're not gonna touch her. You're right.
I'm not.
You know if anything happens to her,
you may just have an accident yourself.
Danny.
So we're playing the same game.
I'm not playing any game.
Do yourself a favor.
Tell us where we can find Jackson Wilks.
I think I'll make my phone call instead.
Suit yourself.
So a piece of string walks into a bar
and says to the bartender, "Give me a beer."
The bartender says, "We don't serve pieces of..."
Hey, John Riley.
Uh-oh, five-o.
Only kidding, Officer. That'd be me.
What can I do you for?
You celebrating something? Yep.
Being old.
Doesn't give you the right to break the law.
What law is that, Officer?
Grand larceny.
If this is coming from Polly,
she's out of her mind.
I tracked down a couple of her missing items
to some local pawn shops,
where you sold 'em.
You don't know what it was like being with her.
She took years off my life.
It doesn't give you the right to steal from her.
And were you having her do your laundry?
Look, it's not like I hurt anyone.
She doesn't even know what's going on.
That makes it even worse.
Have you met her? Yes, I have.
Then you already know what a terrible person she is.
That's what a life
of being a monster gets you.
You die alone.
No one deserves that.
You gonna arrest me?
No.
You're gonna help me track down
every last one of Polly's belongings that you sold.
Okay, Officer, you got it.
And then I'm gonna arrest you.
What? No.
Let's go.
This turns out to be a joyride,
I'm gonna tune you up.
I know what you think of me, but I'm not evil.
Yeah, just a violent offender.
It's over this way.
You know, the assault I'm in on
is self-defense, believe it or not.
Never actually gone looking to kill somebody.
Unlike Costa.
This is one of his old stash houses.
Over here.
Hey!
Right here.
Open it up.
You're kidding.
The dates on the newspaper will corroborate
the timeline of the murder.
Believe me now?
Stay down.
You know, the problem with following people...
Sometimes you follow them right into a trap.
Hey. You okay?
Okay.
Gun!
Get this piece of crap out of here.
Hey. It's okay by you,
I'm gonna head back to the precinct
and get started on some paperwork.
What do you mean? Why?
It's okay.
Hey. You okay?
I am now.
Not many people would be as cool as you
after doing what you just did, so thanks.
Do you ever get used to this kind of stuff?
You ever get used to cutting bodies open
and poking around inside of them?
You gonna be okay getting yourself home?
Be better if you drove me.
I can. As long as you're okay with the fact
that I'm probably gonna give you a hard time
about lying to the police and helping a murderer.
Which is technically a crime and, uh,
pretty much the worst thing you can do, in my book.
I'm sorry.
I know you are, Megan. I know.
I'm okay to drive myself.
Uh...
Mahjong! What?
Again? She's good!
Hey. Jamie.
What's going on?
Uh, Mrs. Riley came down
with some friends from upstairs,
teaching me how to play Mahjong.
I'm actually pretty good.
Ah. Is this what you do when I'm at work?
Um, why aren't you there, by the way?
Espinoza. He's taking me and Witten off midnights
and putting us on day tours.
We won't be on the same day tour, but...
That's great. We'll have our nights together again.
Mm-hmm.
Seems like you talked to Espinoza about a little bit more
than just Mrs. Riley, didn't you?
I might have mentioned that the nights
were getting to you, but... Mm.
I can fight my own battles.
I know that.
But thank you for fighting this one for me,
because I felt like I was losing it, chasing after her ghosts.
Actually, it-it wasn't ghosts.
It was her ex-husband.
What do you mean? Y-- He was taking advantage
of her dementia, stealing from her.
You were right all along.
You're kidding. Nope.
I arrested him earlier today.
I know Mrs. Riley is not the nicest person in the world,
but I feel bad for her.
Me, too.
You want to join us? We need some new blood,
and she's on a rampage that cannot be stopped.
I'll see what I can do.
All right.
Well, hello, ladies.
What a treat. Is it time for a new game?
The body has been identified as a rival of Costa's.
So we still have a lot of work to do,
but... looks like we got him.
And my client's sentence?
Detective ABETEMARCO says he shouldn't be released
under any circumstances.
And what do you say?
You kept your word. I'll keep mine.
So I'm to be released?
I'll let the judge know I'm offering misdemeanor
with time served.
Thank you, Erin. Is it okay if I call you that?
No.
Maybe when this is all over, we can see each other.
Oh, we will be seeing a lot of each other.
I will be watching your every move,
and the second you slip up,
I will have you off the street
before you even know what hit you.
You got me?
I got you.
Yeah, I know.
Morning.
Ten-hut!
As you were.
Commissioner.
I hope you aren't here to try to stop us.
Oh, I think we both know it's too late for that.
You're here by yourself?
Just me.
Why?
May I?
Hey, Bob. Commissioner.
Relax, Officer Tyson, I ain't handing out rips today.
Okay.
This whole thing is tainted
by what you think you stand
to gain personally, having your suspension overturned.
Well, I got to tell you.
That ain't gonna happen.
That's not what this is.
That said, I think you have
some legitimate points,
and I have some legitimate concerns, so...
So? You're here to do what?
You can't change the system. You are the system.
Change can't come from within?
From within the Puzzle Palace?
I don't see how.
I don't think I share that pessimism.
So you're gonna start holding the white shirts accountable?
If an officer like yourself faces discipline
for carrying out a direct order from their superior,
the superior shares accountability.
The pressure will still be there.
Their orders will become "suggestions" we can't refuse.
And follow-up on CompStat sessions
will be enhanced to ensure accountability for blue shirts
and white shirts.
What about you?
Me?
Where's your accountability?
Well... pretty much the only guy
who can hold me to the fire is the mayor.
But why I'm here?
To give you all that opportunity.
We can't stand divided.
So have at it. Give me your worst.
Throw your eggs and rotten tomatoes,
and let's see if something sticks on all of us.
Okay.
I have another one.
But if you don't want to hear it, I won't say it.
Of course he does.
Maybe he's had enough gripes for the week.
- Oh, that's okay. Bring it on. - All right.
Well, currently, if a detective wants to work
one of his vacation weeks for double overtime,
they have to do it in uniform,
doing a security detail outside One PP.
That's not fair.
I thought we were talking about beat cop beefs,
not detective beefs.
We are, but I'm just saying
detectives want to do real detective work,
in the squad room.
You know? Noted.
Thank you.
I have a beat cop beef.
Maybe we should change the subject.
Ah. Come on, I can take it.
Okay. Couple times a year, we have to qualify
at the firing range at Rodman's Neck.
Oh, the lines.
Hours, sometimes.
It's like trying to find parking at Jones Beach
- on Fourth of July. - Except without the reward
of beach time.
Maybe some kind of online sign-up
where you could reserve a spot.
I'll look into it. Thank you.
Did you hear any beefs that surprised you?
Well, not actually a beef,
more like a request to bring back something
from way back when. Blood Days.
What? Yeah.
Those sound either incredibly cool
or incredibly brutal. It's neither.
What are Blood Days, and should I alert the ACLU?
If an officer gave blood,
he got the rest of that day and the next two days off
at full pay.
Whoa.
So what'd you say?
Well, that I'd look into it
if they agreed to be in uniform
when they donated, so that the community could see
all the good we do. Two birds, one stone.
Nice. Yeah.
Which brings us to you, Sean.
A lot of the cops I met with come from cop families.
Jeff Lyons' family goes back generations,
like ours. So...
Does ours end with me?
Yeah. 'Cause sadly, it's kind of obvious
that Jack is not heading in that direction, so...
And Nicky clearly is not.
Well, Sean?
Can you take Blood Days every week?
Nope. Twice a year.
Hmm. Sort that out and we'll talk about it.
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