Previously on East New York...
We can significantly increase
our coverage of the area by having cops
assigned to solo foot posts.
REPORTER: Some sections of the city have seen
a marked downturn in street crime.
And one factor is the increase in foot patrols.
I was behind that 100%.
GRUEN: I've got an undercover-- Sean Dryden.
I'm not sure you should be seen with me.
Yeah, one of the reasons I want out of undercover assignments.
Sick of worrying about things like that.
I meant to call you last night.
Yeah, it's-it's okay.
I think that we got hot and heavy
a little too quick.
I don't think it's good for either one of us
to be involved right now.
If it was me that went off of my nut,
Remy would've clipped me without hesitation.
Instead you did it to him!
Yeah, I did it to him.
You also have to answer for killing Yolo Linden.
KILLIAN: I'm sure you have
information on other dirty cops.
Look, work with the D.A.
Maybe they'll go easy on you, Walsh.
Regina. HAYWOOD: Dad,
I'm not going to talk shop with you,
unless you're ready to tell me what
went down with you at the 7-4.
One day I'll spill.
* Yeah *
* They say all work and no play *
* Makes me a dull boy *
* But you know what I say, I gotta get up *
* Oh, oh, up in the morning *
Morning, hey.
* Oh, oh, up in the morning *
* I gotta get up *
* I'm in an airplane most of the time *
* And sometime I feel like my life just ain't mine *
* I'm living out of my su-suitcase *
* From one place to another place, hey *
* I gotta get up, oh, oh *
* Up in the morning *
* Oh, oh, up in the morning *
* I gotta get up, oh, oh, up in the morning *
* Oh, oh, up in the morning. *
Oh, Terrell, Terrell.
Oh. Oh.
(panting, whimpering)
Yo, help!
Help! Somebody help, help!
You are gonna make me late.
Hey, that's not so bad, is it?
A little late's not so bad.
* Tonight I'll do it... *
You know, I'm actually getting used to having
to sneak around with you.
I'm actually worried you'll get bored of me
if you don't have to sneak around.
Is that something you're worried about?
As long as I can
turn and see you sleeping next to me...
I ain't worried about nothing.
Why don't we go away for the weekend?
Yeah, where do you want to go?
Just someplace pretty
and away from here.
I stayed at this place
in the Berkshires called Canyon Ranch
on an undercover assignment.
Super deluxe, beautiful setting.
That sounds great.
I'll book it.
Mmm.
Girl, you better get out of here before you got to call a 1013.
Mmm.
Yeah, that Booker & Sons, that's some serious barbecue.
BENTLEY: Oh, yeah? Yeah, you ever have it?
I never have.
It's like North Carolina barbecue.
I think that's where Booker was from.
Rack of ribs, brisket sandwich
with a side of potato salad-- ooh, good God.
Sound like you're hungry, Marvin. Yeah.
I ain't never been this close without ordering something.
Here. You're damn right, I'm hungry.
You want a granola bar?
Man, get away from me with that.
Come on.
Man, that's rabbit food. This ain't no rabbit food.
Put it in your back pocket... No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(indistinct chatter)
All right, so you found Terrell Booker Sr. around what time?
Around 7:00 when I got in.
When was the last time you saw him alive?
Last night when we closed up.
I mean, it was about midnight.
TERRELL JR.: We'd tell him
he didn't need to be working this hard.
You know, we'd tell him that me and Javier could close up.
Who's we, Mr. Booker?
Uh, my mom and I.
Boss?
This is Terrell Booker's wife.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I told Terrell...
not to close up by himself late at night.
I told him and told him and told him.
Hopefully my detectives will be able to figure out exactly
what it is that happened.
This, you recognize this?
That's what Terrell would put the deposits in.
And Terrell would make those bank deposits himself?
Always. Well, those deposits are missing.
Why don't you show me around? Yeah.
Uh. (clears throat) This way.
MORALES: What time did you leave here last night, Mr. Booker?
Around 11:00.
Who else was here at the time?
Uh, my mother and father...
Javier and a couple of customers.
But you close at 10:00.
Yeah, my-my-my dad
unlocked the door to let in a few stragglers.
We waited until they finished.
Maybe 10:30.
Was your husband here when you left?
That's when he likes to do the ordering
and... pay the bills.
He likes it then...
because it's quiet.
When was it that you saw he hadn't come home?
VIVIAN: I was out like a light when I got into bed.
When I got up around 7:00... Mm-hmm.
I saw that he hadn't come home.
Oh, Chief.
Mrs. Booker... Vivian.
John. I'm so sorry.
I came as soon
as I heard it on the rad-- whoa, whoa.
Uh, I've been coming here since I was a patrolman.
Can I please take her home and let her rest for a little bit?
Sure. Come on, Ma.
Terrell was so afraid of falling.
He used to say that when you get
to be a certain age,
you got to stay upright.
Because if you fall down and break something,
it's all downhill from there.
I never thought he'd fall down and die.
Now let's... you can take her home. Thank you, John.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Wow.
(exhales)
Oh, check this out.
Yeah.
Yo. I had just been made lieutenant.
That's my moms, my brother...
You're in some good company on this wall.
Mayor Dinkins.
That's Reggie Jackson.
Dinkins, that's right. Listen, I...
I wanted to talk to you about something. I-I...
did this interview for, uh...
All New York News.
Yeah. Hey, it was good. Did you...? No, no.
I'm not fishing. Uh, I wanted to tell you...
when the subject came up about foot posts,
I gave you all the credit, and when...
I saw the edited version,
it sounded like I was taking credit for myself.
Chief, you don't owe me no explanation... No, I kind of feel like I do.
Well, I-I appreciate you giving me one.
Okay? Yeah, uh...
so...
how do we think this whole thing happened?
Well, from what we can tell, it looks like
some kind of blunt force trauma.
Also, he didn't have any cash on him
and there was nothing in the pouch that he used
to make the deposits.
So robbery is not out of the question?
Right, right.
So...
your gut tells you that it's not
accidental? My gut always tells me that.
Start with murder
unless shown to be otherwise.
* *
(indistinct chatter)
Popular restaurant.
Uh-huh.
I saw you got a big write-up in The New York Times.
Yeah, you'd think that'd be a good thing, right?
Good for business.
Line out the door.
Turn tables four, five times a night.
People taking pictures of their food.
Not what it's like when I started.
Hmm, I guess the increase in popularity has its downside.
I didn't mind the work.
Gracias.
Hey, how's it going?
I've never known you to drop by unannounced, Dad.
Actually, I've never known you to drop by at all.
One thing about retirement is
you get to do things you've never done before.
Yeah, hi, hi. (chuckles)
Look at you, Deputy Inspector.
Big office.
Windows, a conference table.
It makes me proud.
You didn't come by just to tell me that, did you, Dad?
I have a reason.
What a surprise.
You collared Kurt Walsh
on the Remy Taylor homicide.
Yes, we did.
He's no doubt talking to the D.A., trying to cut a deal.
We knew that was gonna happen.
I have friends who are...
concerned about what he's saying.
These are guys you have known
your whole life, Regina.
What are they concerned about?
What do you think, honey?
No matter what, Walsh is going away.
If he thinks he has half a shot
at a few years on the outside
before he dies, he'll say anything.
So, what, they're looking for a heads-up?
They want to get out in front of it.
Do they have to hire lawyers?
Do they have to find witnesses
from God knows
how many years ago?
I'll see what I can find out.
I said I would ask you, and I did.
Uh...
how's everything going with you
and Mom? Good.
We watched a stupid movie last night.
You two are getting along, in other words.
We are. How about you?
I get along with Mom fine.
I meant, are you going out with anyone?
As a matter of fact...
I am.
Yeah.
Care to provide any details?
Nope.
He is not a cop, is he?
You play your cards
close to the vest, Regina Gail.
Who do you think I got it from?
DISPATCHER: 7-4, Sector David.
Larceny of a package at 1331 Flatlands Avenue.
Complainant only speaks Italian, very little English.
Any officers out there who speak Italian to respond?
QUINLAN (over radio): 7-4, foot post 158.
I speak Italian and will respond.
Well, I've been told that my conversational Italian's
getting pretty good.
Are you saying you want to head over there, Captain?
Yes, Officer Gunst.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
What's going on, Captain? But, uh...
Officer Quinlan parla italiano.
QUINLAN: Uh, sì.
There's been another package theft.
That happens a lot around here.
Yeah, the job that came in over the radio said
that the package had been stolen from her and...
I have a feeling that she doesn't speak very much English.
Okay.
Ciao. Ciao. Ciao.
Who's Mimi?
Chi è Mimi?
My dog.
(speaks Italian) Very cute.
Yeah.
I guess you could say I'm the capo.
We're gonna do all that's humanly possible
to get your Mimi's ashes back.
Starting with putting up
a security camera in case the robber comes back.
You do this?
Well, I don't actually do the installation.
But you do this?
You make camera for me?
Yeah.
Sì, sì.
Have TARU put, uh, security cameras up.
And we'll put a decoy box on the front stoop.
Okay. (speaks Italian)
Grazie.
So, what kind of relationship do you have with Terrell Booker,
Mr. Pappadopolis? Uh, he's a tenant.
He's a good tenant.
We heard you had some kind of dispute with him.
Got pretty loud. I'm Greek. Greeks talk loud.
What was the nature of the dispute?
What's the nature of these questions?
We're detectives.
I don't see how that entitles you to make wide-ranging
inquiries into how I conduct my business.
Terrell Booker was found dead this morning.
That's horrible.
MORALES: When was the last time you saw him?
I was over there yesterday.
KILLIAN: Was he current with the rent?
Terrell was always current with the rent.
One of his sons, this Darnell,
he wanted to open a restaurant in Red Hook,
came to me for the up-front costs.
I fronted him about $80,000.
Now the restaurant's open,
I'm expecting to get paid back.
So you went to Terrell,
thinking that he'd cover his son's debt?
Better than commencing with eviction proceedings, no?
I'm guessing Terrell didn't see it as his responsibility?
Not at first.
We got into it pretty good, but then I started
talking about my sons,
he started talking about his sons.
Before you know it, we were both halfway to bawling.
We came up with a number we could both live with
and went out for breakfast.
I can show you the receipt, you want to check.
Yeah, I'm curious why you never went to Darnell to make good
on the back rent?
I've seen Darnell get into it
with customers,
with his brother,
and with his father.
I avoid confrontations that threaten to turn violent.
With Darnell,
you had to worry about that.
Surprised to find you at work today, Darnell.
We'd have thought you would have taken the day off.
You would have thought wrong.
I take it you and your father weren't on the best of terms.
I don't see as that's something I got to answer to you for.
KILLIAN: Well, you kind of do, Darnell.
How your father died is something
we take an interest in.
He was alive and kicking when I left him.
And when was that? Last night.
What time? I don't know what time.
I think a precinct setting
might be more conducive to sharpening your sense of recall.
Yeah, we're gonna need you to come with us.
Yo, I can't leave these guys here alone. They ain't been
working here but a few weeks.
What's that you're burning in there, Darnell? Wood.
100% wood. Mm.
You got a permit for that?
Ain't nobody ever asked me for a permit.
KILLIAN: Yeah, well, somebody's asking you for one now.
Close it up and let's go.
(knocking) QUINLAN: Hey, Captain.
The decoy box look all right?
Yeah.
I rigged it so we could figure out who the thief was.
Oh, with those exploding dye packs the banks use?
Kinda. Kinda like that.
She does that every day.
You pass by her on your foot post, you notice that, do you?
Mm-hmm.
Something about becoming aware
of the lives of others, isn't there?
Wondering, what do their days consist of?
Well, I know one thing that her day consists of today.
She's wearing a lot more makeup than usual.
Well, you think that's 'cause she knows she's gonna be on camera?
I think it's 'cause she knows that you were gonna be watching.
(laughs)
Yeah, I can't imagine that having anything to do with it.
You know, Captain.
Men can't imagine a lot of things.
KILLIAN: Okay, so set the scene for us, Darnell.
You went over to your father's restaurant for what reason?
I missed a payment to Pappadopolis.
I wanted to see if my father would cover me.
And did he?
(scoffs) No.
Why not?
Because he thought I was wrong for going out on my own.
But since I did, he said I had to assume the risk myself.
And why did you go off on your own?
I worked for my father from the time I was 13 years old.
I didn't want to work for him anymore.
But your brother stuck around?
According to his LinkedIn page,
your brother got an MBA from Dartmouth.
And he had all kinds of big ideas he got from up there.
Yeah. Like what? Like putting the waitstaff
in pre-stained aprons and fake gold teeth as part of some
private equity group's marketing strategy.
Hmm. I take it
you didn't approve of that marketing strategy?
No, I didn't.
He convinced my father to cut the heart out of the business,
make it into some Black barbecue version of
Middle American family-friendly dining.
(Killian clears throat)
You're gonna need to account
for where you were last night, Darnell.
I took a car to my parents' restaurant around 8:00.
Had a conversation in the office with my father,
and then I went home.
KILLIAN: What time was it when you got home?
I don't know. What car service did you use?
Whichever one my girlfriend ordered.
What's your girlfriend's name?
Why? So you can browbeat her?
So we can verify that what
you're telling us is the truth.
You're gonna have to take my word for that.
That's not how it works.
What's your girlfriend's name?
Nicole Pascale.
And what's the name of the private equity group, Darnell?
Elkhart Hospitality.
Did you ever meet with them yourself?
Yo, money don't mean that much to me.
(phone ringing)
Hey.
I'm on my way to the borough.
Where are you?
What do you mean you're here?
What are you doing here?
I have entered a new phase of my life.
What does that mean?
I got a transfer out of Drug Enforcement and
out of undercover work.
You're kidding. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I'm gonna be working in the New York Field Office
of the FBI from now on.
Well...
you didn't tell me you were even trying for that.
I didn't want to tell you until it was a done deal.
So no more sneaking around.
Uh-uh. No.
That's actually really great news.
Mm.
Can I kiss you?
No... you can't. Okay.
Not here. (laughs softly)
Okay. Okay.
(door opens)
(knocking)
Hey, come in.
So, I know that you have a personal relationship
with the Booker family,
which is why I wanted to let you know that
Crime Scene determined
that there was no forcible entry,
making robbery highly unlikely.
Thanks for letting me know.
Also, I wanted to ask.
Do you know anything about the status
of the Kurt Walsh prosecution?
I think it's still in front of the grand jury. Okay.
Thanks.
Who wants to know, Regina?
Hey, just a couple old-timers
wondering what's coming down the pike. You know how it is.
I'll see what I can find out.
Okay. Thanks.
VIVIAN: I don't understand why
you brought him here in the first place.
We typically conduct interviews at the precinct.
He wasn't a witness,
and I sure as hell hope he's not a suspect.
He is a grieving family member,
so why were you conducting an interview?
We're trying to piece together
how your husband died, Mrs. Booker.
He's free to go.
Why he wasn't free to go before this?
We had to verify what he told us.
What could you have possibly said this time?
You know what, Ma? You better get him out of my face.
Chief Suarez will hear about this.
Is this gonna be made public
that there's a whole investigation going on?
Is that something you're concerned about?
Only because
we've been negotiating with this company
who wants to open a Booker & Sons in Vegas,
and, well, negotiations are at a delicate point.
I'd hate to see something like this get out and spook them.
That's exciting-- opening a place in Vegas.
My father started this business with next to nothing.
When I told him
that we were gonna take it national, his face lit up.
But suddenly he backed out and wouldn't tell me why.
It was really weird.
Thank you.
KILLIAN: Well, we know that Terrell Booker and his son
were in the process of working out a deal with your company.
We were well along in the process, at which point
Mr. Booker decided to pull up stakes.
He say why?
Offered no explanation whatsoever.
It seemed to baffle his son as much as it did us.
In fact, the day his father pulled out, he called,
assuring me that he could get his dad back on board.
The other son ever get involved?
I never met the other son.
Well, you know, you're using the name Booker & Sons, plural.
Um, wouldn't both sons expect to be part of it?
I think of myself as a storyteller.
Ah. I thought you run restaurant chains.
Restaurant chains are about a story.
The Italian restaurant at Woodbridge Mall?
Was that a real Italian restaurant? Of course not.
It's pretending to be an Italian restaurant.
It's telling a story.
But Terrell Booker is a real barbecue guy
and ran a real barbecue restaurant.
And what we intend to do is
ever so slightly enhance that reality.
So, we researched Terrell's family tree.
We tell an origin story.
You mean of when Terrell Sr. opened the place?
Go back further.
To when he was born?
To sharecroppers in the Deep South.
To ribs and pig trotters served on wax paper.
It may not be my story
or your story, but
it's somebody's story, and we're gonna tell the hell out of it.
Would it be possible to take a look
at whatever paperwork's related to your negotiation
with the Booker family? Of course. You know,
Terrell Jr. was very upset
about his father pulling out of the deal.
Have you spoken to him?
Wow. Terrell Jr. clearly spent a lot of money
on this expansion idea.
Since they're calling it Booker & Sons,
shouldn't there be a waiver from the other son?
"Artists to be featured on Booker & Sons playlist--
"Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf,
Elmore James..." Hmm.
Isn't a waiver something a lawyer would insist on?
"Decor to feature incidental photographs
"of Black blues musicians, preferably
"taken by Black photographers.
"A genealogical Booker family tree artistically rendered
is to be prominently displayed."
They ran DNA tests.
Anything interesting?
Ah. Probably not the results they were expecting.
You got anything on that security cam, Captain?
Same individual has walked past Juliana's house
twice now.
Marvin, you guys ready?
SANDEFORD: We're ready, boss. You got something?
Bingo. Sector David.
We've got a suspicious male, curly hair,
in a camouflage jacket,
on Flatlands and Ashford,
driving a gray sedan.
Bentley and Sandeford, intercept.
SANDEFORD: We're on it, Captain.
(siren wailing, tires squealing)
BENTLEY: Police. Don't move.
Don't do it.
OFFICER: LAPD!
OFFICER 2: Stop! Police!
(rapping in Portuguese)
Ooh. (woman screams)
(car horn honks, tires screech)
* *
(baby crying)
(panting)
(groans)
Stop moving.
(groans)
Stupid glitter bomb. Give me your hand.
You thought you was faster than me? Little did you know,
state championship, 2017, baby.
(duct tape unspooling)
All right.
This should do it.
Where'd you pick up this trick?
Uh, years of sneaking off to clubs in the city,
you learn how to get glitter off.
How's your mom doing?
She's good.
Um, her and Duke-- they're in St. Bart's
until the weather turns warm, so...
I wouldn't mind being in St. Bart's
till the weather gets warm.
Yeah, me neither.
(laughing): You really have it all over.
(laughing): I know.
So, you work this neighborhood, huh, Gustavo?
I was just riding around, man. Riding around.
And you just decided to steal a package
off somebody's stoop for fun? Is that it?
I was bringing it back. Okay? I found it.
I assume you think this is a minor infraction,
like jaywalking or spitting
on the sidewalk, huh? It's not?
No. No, no, no. You committed criminal trespass, larceny.
And if you broke the plane of the front portico, well, then,
we're talking aggravated burglary, as well.
I don't know what all that means. SANDEFORD: It means
three to five years in prison, and you too pretty for that.
I just picked up a box. I didn't even know it belonged
to anybody. It was sitting on someone's stoop, fool.
It was sitting on a front stoop.
What were you gonna do with it, Gustavo?
Nothing.
(sighs)
I stash 'em and
I sell what's inside. Where do you stash 'em?
What happens if I tell you? You get to finish high school.
We appreciate you coming in.
We, uh...
we know there were some... disagreements in your family.
And there's nothing unusual with that.
Terrell, you and your father were interested
in franchising your barbecue restaurant
and were about to make a deal
with a private equity group to finance that. That's right.
HAYWOOD: But your father pulled out at the very last minute, right?
Yeah, I suspect my brother
convinced him to do that.
(scoffs) I wish I could claim credit for it.
HAYWOOD: Okay.
As part of their marketing strategy, this...
private equity group had you take a DNA test
to trace your ancestry to the sharecroppers
in the Mississippi Delta.
Yet another way to culturally appropriate
the Black experience and turn it into a sales gimmick.
Also known as giving Black people a seat at the table,
which my brother chooses not to acknowledge.
God knows I can't convince him,
which is why we go our separate ways.
What were the results of that DNA test, do you know?
Yeah. Our family was originally from Nigeria.
How did you get the results?
My mother.
So, the report showed more
than that your family was from Nigeria, Terrell.
What did it show exactly?
Test showed that your biological father was Wesley Mayfield,
not Terrell Booker.
DARNELL (laughs): That's...
that's not true.
No, Darnell, it is.
It is.
Wait. What?
You're, you're saying the... the man
that raised me,
the man that I'm named after...
wasn't my father?
That's what the test showed, son.
Who's Wesley Mayfield? Well, who is that?
Wesley Mayfield was convicted of murder in 2005,
and he was stabbed
in the prison yard at Sing Sing
in 2018.
No.
No. No.
I don't know who that is. That's not my dad.
I don't know what that is. I don't know who that is.
That's not my dad.
Hey, bro...
TERRELL JR.: Shut your mouth, Darnell.
I'm serious, bro.
Darnell, get away... Don't-don't touch me,
Darnell!
I'm serious, bro. Who is that guy? Look.
That don't mean nothing. Who is that?
You're my brother. Who is that?
Bro, stop. It don't matter. You're my blood.
TERRELL JR.: Bro, stop! Brother, you're my blood.
Darnell! Look! It does not matter.
Bro, she lied.
DARNELL: You're still my brother.
You're good!
(crying) Bro, don't mean nothing.
(crying): I don't know who that guy is, bro.
Don't mean nothing, bro.
Who the hell is that guy, bro?
I don't even know who that guy is, bro.
She wanted to keep her family together.
We need to find out what her husband wanted.
DARNELL: I love you, man.
I'm sorry.
Oh, my gosh!
Is this thing organized at all?
What you mean, "organized"? I mean,
do you designate which boxes were stolen
from which block? Nah, nah.
I just keep 'em in here until I can open them up and sell 'em.
Maybe you could organize them by what date
they were stolen. SANDEFORD: Oh, I'm just
taking a guess here, but, uh, I don't think this guy's
too well organized, boss. I got it.
Mimi's ashes.
Fantastic. All right.
Coordinate with the property clerk
to determine where they want the rest of them.
I will take the precious Mimi
to the designated addressee myself.
Take him to booking.
You got it. Let's go, Sticky Fingers.
SUAREZ: Viv?
You all right with it on the hot side?
Sure.
You, I know about.
SUAREZ: Vivian, we found out about
the DNA test results.
Oh, I don't pay that no mind.
We know your husband wasn't your eldest son's
father.
He and I raised Terrell Jr.
Terrell Jr. loved him like a father, and he loved
Terrell Jr. like a son,
so in what sense was he not Terrell Jr.'s real father?
In the sense that they weren't biologically related.
That don't matter to me.
Did it matter to your husband?
My husband...
couldn't get it out of his head.
He started pulling out calendars
and dates.
What dates?
When it was
he and I were together
as of when Terrell Jr. was born.
Could have
I had relations with Wesley after the date
on which Terrell and I were together?
Terrell's 28 years old.
Did Terrell Sr. want to tell your son
that he was not his father?
Why would you put that kind of hurt on somebody
that didn't do nothing to deserve it?
You weren't gonna let him, were you?
I didn't offer you nothing to drink.
What do you want, honey? You want some sweet tea?
'Cause once he put his mind to something,
there was probably no talking him out of it.
Viv?
I stood in front of him.
He tried to push me out of the way,
but I wouldn't be pushed out the way.
He said some horrible things.
I slapped his face,
and he slapped my face.
And all that stood
between him and my son being hurt
was me.
We were at the top of the stairs.
I pushed him,
and he fell.
(crying)
* Ooh *
* This world moves fast *
* For no reason at all *
* Ooh *
* We break our backs *
* Spin our minds till we fall *
* Ooh *
* Into the darkness *
* Into the pain *
* Ooh *
* Looking for something *
* Just can't explain *
* Feels like it's closing in *
* Maybe we missed all the signs *
* Feels like it's closing in *
* One day, one breath at a time. *
(gasps)
How you find? Well, we used every resource available,
which was considerable, and, uh,
as I say, it's... it's been a problem, and...
uh...
We got lucky.
I make you something.
Oh, no. No, no, no, you-you don't have to.
I want to.
HAYWOOD: You ever eat there?
Being that I'm a vegetarian,
I don't generally frequent barbecue places.
Oh. I forgot. Keep forgetting. (laughs)
It's a shame about the family, though. All these good things
happening for them, and none of it matters.
I'd be surprised if
either of the brothers open for business
any time soon. Speaking of which,
any ideas what you want to eat tonight?
Ooh, I'd love to get a rib eye
at Gage & Tollner, but I doubt
we could get in.
Let's, um... We can get in.
(laughs) But wait.
Is there something there for you that's not meat, or...?
Other than you? Mmm. (gasps)
They have great sides, mama. We good.
Okay. Mm-hmm.
Oh. And dessert?
No, no, no. No, no, no.
Come on, let's go. Let's go. I'm not mad at that.
Now, you know I don't eat sweets,
but I do have a sweet tooth. Uh-huh.
Shh. SEAN: Mmm-mmm.
(Haywood laughs)
I didn't say anything. Hey, Chief.
Regina.
Everything all right?
Yeah. Uh, I just want to talk to you for a minute.
Uh, should we go to my office?
Okay. Oh.
Sean Dryden, Chief Suarez.
SEAN: All right.
I'll be right back.
Vivian Booker gave my detectives
a pretty airtight statement.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, she'll plead to manslaughter.
Well, with a sympathetic judge, she'll probably do 18 months.
Between her two sons and what she's gonna be
carrying around inside, she's doing life.
I, uh, got the feeling
there's something you want to tell me.
No surprise that Walsh is singing for his supper.
(scoffs)
The 7-4 had a lot of dirty cops back in the day, Regina.
So Walsh is just reeling off their names.
I imagine the statute of limitations
has run on most of it.
Not on homicide.
Right.
Apparently, they're getting close
to coming out with indictments
around the death of Yolo Linden.
Well, you said yourself,
somebody has to answer for his killing.
A bunch of somebodies.
I just never figured that...
one of them would be your father.
What?
SUAREZ: Um, nice to meet you.
SEAN: Nice meeting you, Chief.
What's the cancelation policy
on that place you booked for the weekend?
You all right?
Fine.
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