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DANNY: It's not like
I lack for partners.

Baez is a godsend.

The boys are growing
into the role.

My family--

they always got my back.

They're Reagans.
It's how we're raised.

Keep trying to remind myself
I'm rich with partners, but

you're the only one
that really matters.

Putting on a real brave face
out here,

but between me and you...

I'm having a really
hard time, babe.

I miss you.

Hey, Danny?
Yup.

Time.
Okay.

Love you.

Love you most.

And while there's always room
for improvement, obviously,

we're very pleased with the
results, as are the communities

we've been focusing
these programs on.

REPORTERS:
Commissioner Reagan

Commissioner, can you comment

on the five-million-dollar
settlements awarded

to the so-called
"Prospect Park Six"?

Well, those young men spent
nine years in prison

for a crime they didn't commit.

I don't know how you put a price

on nine years of a life.

If they're satisfied, I am.

Do you feel
a personal responsibility?

For those of you who were
not covering this office

when the crime occurred, Helen
is referring to the fact that

a gang rape took place

the night after Commissioner
Reagan was sworn in.

But have you reached out
personally to the six young men?

Helen, we've
released statements

at every juncture in
this case, leading...
Yes,

but the commissioner's own
perspective was not addressed

in those statements.

Yes.

It happened on my watch, Helen.

There was a lot
of solid evidence

that could only be dismissed

with the hindsight
of a confession

years later
from the real perpetrator.

And... no,

I have not reached out
personally

to those men,

because...

honestly,

I can't imagine
what I could say...

that would mean anything,

and I still don't.

GARRETT:
That's all.

Thank you. Good day.

[camera shutters clicking,
indistinct chatter]

So you could hear him,
but you couldn't see him?

Uh, he...
he pulled up to the curb

and asked which one of us
was Ida Dooley.

I-I couldn't see him.
He was a little ahead of us.

Did he have an accent?
No.

He sounded white.

Young

Just white and a man.

So Ida walked over to the car,

and then, blam,
he shot her in the head.

Okay.

Do you remember
what kind of car it was?

Black sedan.
Black or dark gray.

Not the kind that
you take to the airport.

No

Foreign.

Uh-huh.
Like the kind

you rentat the airport, maybe.

I don't suppose you got
the license plate number?

Are you kidding? Ida just had
her head blown off.

Who'd notice
anything else?

Okay. Look, we'd like to
interview you both again,

so as soon as you feel up to it,

things settle down,
would you give us a call?

We'd be happy to come to you
if that makes things easier.

I don't know when that'll be.

Whenever you're up for it, okay?

Thank you.

Who puts a hit out
on an old lady named Ida?

I don't have a clue.This is a first.

Life's rich pageant.

All right, stand back!

Hey, are you okay?Yeah, but it's stuck.

All right, all right. Hold on.

Hey.

Take it easy.
Take it easy.

Thank you, officers.

Yeah. Hey. Whoa! Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did not see that coming.
You got a driver's license?

I'm working on it.

Where'd you steal
the Beamer from?

It's not stolen.

Officer Janko, do me a favor.

Call in these plates?

Central, 12-David...

It's not stolen.
I swear, it's my brother's.

Yeah, right.He let me borrow it.

All right, hands
behind your back.

Let's go. How old
are you anyway?
15.

15? Well, that's way too much
car for a 15-year-old,

but I guess
you know that now, huh?

WhaLuis Escobar.

What's your brother's name?

Manuel.Plates came back

17 registered
to a Manuel Escobar.

He's telling
the truth?

First time for everything.

So I can go?

Yes, you can go...

back to the precinct soon
as the tow truck gets here.

What for!?

Hey.Driving without a license,

criminal mischief,
just for appetizers.

Let's go.

These cuffs hurt!

Yeah, well, they're new.

They'll break in.

All right,
everybody step back.

ERIN:
Any weekend plans?

Uh, happily, yes.

Oh, that sounds intriguing.

Promise not to tell anybody?

Okay.

Promise not to laugh?

Yeah. That, too.

I'm going
to Mohonk Mountain House.

Okay.
With my ex-husband.

Oh.

So, did he ask you,
or you ask him?

We kind of negotiated it.

One room?

Yes.

Okay.

Do you think I'm crazy?

No, actually.

You promise not to tell?

Sure.
And not to laugh?

Oh, my Go... Oh.

Somebody call 911!

Monica.

Someone help me!

♪

MAN:
I'm gonna kill you, Luis!

You arrest him for driving
his own brother's own car?

[indistinct,
overlapping shouting]

He's not a criminal!
He's a baby!

Everyone just calm down!

All right?

We brought you down here
to release Luis into

your custody as a
juvenile delinquent.

Don't call him that.JAMIE:
He'll have to appear

in family court in
the next couple days.

What court?

Family court.

Can they put him in prison
in family court?

He's not going to prison,
but there are some charges.

He is not going into the system.

You cannot do this
to us again. You can't!

What do you mean "again"?You have taken enough
from my family!

Mama, it's okay. It's okay.
Let me. I spent nine years

in prison for a crime
I didn't commit.

You were one
of the Prospect Park Six?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Just let us take my brother
out of here, please?

Please?

There's just some paperwork
you got to sign.

We're gonna need a lawyer.It's just the release

for your brother
and the family court

appearance ticket. You don't
need a lawyer for this part,

I promise.

One thing
I learned the hard way?

You're in a police station,
you sure as hell need a lawyer.

And cops' promises
don't mean nothin'.

Let's have a seat.

I got a favor to ask you.

I'd ask my sister,
but she's in no shape.

Shoot.Kid borrowed his brother's
Beamer, cracked it up.

Anybody hurt?No, just the Beamer.

Charges?

Enough to get him sent
to juvenile detention,

he draws the wrong judge.

He a friend of yours?
No, but

brother who owns the car,
Manuel Escobar--

one of the Prospect Park Six.

That family's got
a break coming.

Five million bucks--
I'd call that a break.

I mean, a break from the cops
and the justice system.

I think they're owed it.

I'll tell you what.

I'll talk to some people at
the city law department, okay?

Thanks, Anthony.

Erin, can you just set aside
who it is for one moment?

I can't.

You have to, Erin.

But I can't.

Look, a gun
goes off,

and what happens?
Instinct takes over.

Your brain automatically
tells your eyes

to look where the shot came...But I didn't.

I looked right at the horror.

I've never seen someone
executed in front of me, Danny.

Okay, but...
Just, just stop!

Uncle Danny?

Maybe in the morning.

Okay, I'm sorry, all right?

It's my job.
I can't help it.

Maybe do your other job, Danny?

:
Hey, I'm sorry.

BAKER: The victim was a
16-year-old female

walking the three blocks from
band practice at her school

to her building on the
300 block of East 108.

Nine millimeter shell casing
was recovered at the scene.

16?
Yeah.

GORMLEY:
CSU recover anything else?

The city hall, Forest Hills,
Stuy Town murders--

we didn't recover casings
from those scenes,

and they're running
this latest one now.

Witnesses?

An Uber driver on the block and
a super in an adjacent building.

Both confirm a dark sedan
with out-of-state plates.

There are 49 other states.
Did they say?

One thought Jersey,
the other thought Pennsylvania.

They're not murders.
They're assassinations.

Tomato, tomahto.

No, big difference
in connecting pattern to motive.

What's your gut say, boss?

Well, that's just it.

It doesn't make any sense,
what my gut is saying,

but it's a loud, clear voice
I've heard all my life.

And what is it saying?

Just for this room?

Copy.
Copy.
Of course.

That the assassinations are tied
to the Prospect Park Six.

Their release, their reward.

Their innocence?

Ah, I can't reconcile it,
but it won't shut up.

And you can't pursue it, either.

There'd be torches and
pitchforks at the gates,

and rightfully so.

But it makes sense.

It does?

Yes, in the sense
that, look,

you're carrying guilt around

about the nine years
that those kids lost.

Well, regrets.

Okay, and
what you call

"regret" would have any of us

unable to get up off the floor.

It makes sense that you would
want a box to put that in,

a way to salvage something

for our side out
of this debacle.

That's probably all this is.

♪

Mr. Dooley, we're very sorry
for what happened to your mom.

But if her killer's
still out on the street,

then we'd like
to catch the guy.

Yeah, I understand.

Have there been any threats
to your mom lately?

Look, I get it-- but no.

Okay? She was a classic
little old lady.

She wouldn't hurt a fly, okay?

Uh-huh.
And how about you?

What, threats?
Yeah, pretty much every day.

Corrections captain
at Yorkville Prison.

Okay. So anything pop
into your head

when you heard the bad news?

That I'd love to catch
this scumbag myself.

Yeah, like, any particular
scumbag you had in mind?

There was one skel,

Randall Meems.

He's a vicious little twerp.

Got his charges dropped,
and he walked

the week before last.

He said something to me
along the lines of, uh,

"I owe you big time."

And not like,

"I owe you a solid"?

No.Okay.

Because?I had him
on my block

for almost a year
while he was awaiting trial.

He needed a lot of corrections.

A lot.

And you... supervised that
personally, did you?

Like I said,

I'm a captain.

Yeah. I bet you run
a very tight ship.

You cops deal with
these scumbags

for what,
maybe a couple of hours?

We get them for months,
even years.

Yeah, that's
exactly right.

I know where Randall Meems is,
and I'm not telling you.

We clear on that?Oh, we got you
violating your parole

ten ways till Tuesday,
and won't hesitate

to notify your PO.

We clear on that?

Do you love Randall, Brandi?

What the hell
kind of question is that?

Pretty simple one.

What does love have
to do with anything?

I'm getting a coffee.

Anyone?I'm good.

Yeah. Black. Two sugars.

You do realize

we simply want to ask Randall
a few questions is all.

Good luck with that.Do you really want

to go back to the
joint for violating

just so's Randall
doesn't have to answer

a few simple
questions?

He lost a year of his life

at Yorkville waiting for trial.

Did you know that?

I heard something.Yeah, it all started

when some NYPD dick
started asking questions.

He didn't like
Randall's answers.

Do you know that?

I know the charges were dropped.

Yeah, 'cause they
didn't have a case.

Took 'em a year
to figure that out.

One last time.
Where is he?

One last time, I ain't saying.

I called in
to the ME's office.

Randall Meems died
of an overdose

nine days ago.

So where he is,
is six feet under.

Not our guy. A uniform is
on his way to escort you out.

You're free to go.

Okay, a million
for the apartment,

a hundred fifty grand
for the turbo.

Turbo S Cabriolet,
all the trimmings,

special order green paint--
so more like 230.

Okay, so you're
at 1.2 out of five.

A million for savings,
a million for charity.

What charity? Charities.

Cancer research,
food bank,

those beagles they do
makeup experiments on--

I'm saving all of them.

All right, that still
only puts you at 3.2.

You got to spend five.

I'll get you
a new leather jacket.

That one you got
is starting to smell

like whatever animal
it came off of.
It does not.

Trust me.

Okay, say $500 for the jacket--
you're still way short.

1C.

BLANCA:
Who's there?

Officers Reagan and Janko.

Hi, Mrs. Escobar.

Why are there cops at my door?

It's a public service,
Mrs. Escobar.

My partner and I were
in the neighborhood,

and we just wanted
to make sure that

Luis is ready for his
family court appointment.

And what business
is that of yours?

It was his idea.And I don't want

to hear from you,
either, blondie.

Fine.

3:30, be there
or be square.

Ma, where's my tie?

The hook in your
brother's closet.

What are you really doing here?

What he said.

Oh. Making sure Luis makes
his court date.

Yes, ma'am.

You must think I'm stupid.

So unless you have

a warrant...

stay away from my door.

Why are you eating standing up?

New diet: you eat one
meal a day standing up,

calories don't get
to settle in,

voilà, you lose
three pounds a week.

Is there any science
behind that?

I didn't ask.

You know, this is

too wide a field
we're searching.

:
Yeah.
Monica put
away mobsters,

drug lords, guns for hire.

I mean, the whole Santa's list
of dangerous enemies to have.

Right.

So what haystack
is the needle in?

If I were to pick,

I'd start with the security
logs from this building,

uh, the video from 100 and 111
Centre Street courthouses,

say, going back a month,

and see if there's something
we could call a dry run.

Okay.

Five bucks says he's gone.

Deal.

Still?

Yeah.

Let's.

Come in.

My time's not my own, so...

We just got to talkin'...

About the fact that you're
holed up with the case files.

My dime, my time.Well, we
were talking

about maybe you'd like
to share your thinking

with the three of us.

Two of us have held
the rank of detective.

And Garrett could take notes.

Nothing for me

to share yet.Nothing?

Nothing that ties the murders
to each other,

much less to my gut.

Well, maybe that should
tell you something.

Like what?Well, like...

maybe your hunch is based
on playing defense, not offense.

Go on.

Boss, it's natural

for a cop, he finds out
his collar was innocent

of what he collared him for,

he goes: Well, maybe
he didn't do this one,

but he's sure as hell
guilty of something.

We've all been there.

Cops, that is.I get it.

This isn't that.You just said yourself

there's no evidence
backing this hunch up.

Actually, I said "yet."

Okay, but...And this is not

the Caine,
and I am not Captain Queeg,

so please do not tiptoe
around me.

We're not.
We're just concerned...Maybe in a week,

if I am rattling ball bearings

and mumbling about strawberries,

then be concerned.

Right now, leave me be.

Yes, sir.

And know this--

the last thing I want is
for any of these young men

to be put through
another ringer.

The last thing.

♪

Pop?In here, Francis.

Well, well, well.

My idea.

How you doing?

About how you'd think.

How much do you know?

Just what Gramps told us.

That you... are
wrestling with a hunch.

Based on nothing.

Not... nothing.

No.Hmm.

Come on, it's just us,
Dad-- out with it.

Well, one of the Six,

Duwann... Wilson,

lost his mom to cancer
while he was in prison.

But he insisted

that she died
of a broken heart.

And then...

the warden wouldn't let him go
to her funeral.

Okay, well, that's
harsh stuff,

but... it doesn't exactly add up

to this guy going
on a killing spree.

And five million heals
a lot of hurt feelings.

Yeah, but after that
he starting acting up,

getting violent,
promising payback

to everyone who had a hand
in putting him away.

Well, I'd go ballistic, too,
if I were him.

Yeah, but stay with me,
'cause this...

is the leap.

What if...

you had eight more years
for this to fester?

What if you got
it in your head

to seek revenge in kind?

Might you, instead...

go after someone
nearest and dearest

to the person who wronged you,

so that theywould be left
to suffer that loss

for the rest of their days?

To suffer a fate worse
than death.

Like that, yeah.

That's a lot of what-ifs.

And nothing to tie him
to the murders, I know,

and maybe just the mind games
of a rusty old detective

with a guilty conscience.
I know that, too.

And if you're in the ballpark...

one of us would be
on that list, too.

If I'm in the ballpark.

ERIN: Maybe the
bullet for Monica

was meant for me.

Pretty easy
to tell you two apart, though.

Especially at close... range.

We got an officer shot.

Line of duty?

No, off.
Apparently, walking her dog.

They were in Yorkville
for 11 months awaiting trial.I've wrangled

thousands of scumbags
in my 15 years.

Do you think I remember
every one of them?

Well, you remembered
Randall Meems pretty good.

It was a pretty
famous case.

A young schoolteacher was
gang-raped and left for dead.

Okay. So?So did you have

any of them on your cell block?

Again, that was ten years
and thousands of...Come on, it was

all over the news for months--
you had one, you bragged on it.

All right, s

So if you did, were there
a lot of "corrections" involved?

Meaning, did you get
medieval on any of them?

What, are you trying
to get me jammed up?

No, I'm not trying
to get you jammed up.

I'm trying to
find the killer--

your ma's killer,
and four other people.

One scumbag did 'em all?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

And if you keep
holding out on us,

you're gonna find out

what "jammed up" really means.

Now, did you know 'em or not?

All right. Yeah, one.

Which one?

The one whose name sounds like,
uh, the NBA player.

Duwann Wilson?

That one, yeah.

Tall. Real scumbag.

You think he'd remember you?

And how awful you treated him?

Samson, thank you
for coming down.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

It was our loss, too.

I just want you to know
she admired you. Both of you.

Please.

Any other day, it would
be just as devastating,

but we were about
to start over.

Start a new chapter in life.

I know.
We talked about it just...

just that day, actually.

Yeah. So cruel.

Well, let's, uh,

let's get down to business.

What can I help you with?

Well, I-I know
this is a long shot, but...

did you have any involvement
in the prosecution

of the so-called
Prospect Park Six?

Involvement

Erin, I-I led the prosecution.

ABETEMARCO:
What did we miss?

There's nothing
in the trial records about you.

Well, that's because two days
before trial was set to begin,

I was ordered to undergo

a triple bypass.

There was no thought
of adjourning,

so my second seat took over.

And they just erased you
from the records?

Glory hogging doesn't happen
in this building?

What does this have to do with?

Who did you offer to plead down

if they flipped
on one of the others?

Five of the six.

Against who?

Hmm, a made-up name.

Dontrell or Dashonte...

Duwann Wilson?

That's it.

And what did you see
that you thought

the others might flip on him?

Alpha dog. Intimidating.

You know how they stick out.

The kind a cop says,
"He's guilty of something."

And did they flip?

No. 'Cause they were
all innocent, as it turns out.

So, again,
what's this all about?

Officers Reagan and Janko.

What this time?

Just want to check up
on your family court outcome.

They agreed to adjust his case.

Luis just has to stay out
of trouble.

We thought maybe you'd
want to thank us.

We're a long way from even.

Moving out.

Manuel bought a house
in Yonkers.

Nine rooms.

Well, good luck to you.

Uh, Manuel.

Say "hey"

to Duwann for me,
you talk to him.

He don't talk to Duwann.You know Duwann?

Yeah, I used to coach him
in police league hoops.

Yeah. Yeah, he could play.

Yeah, he sure could.

He don't talk to Duwann.Okay, well,

got a number for him?
I'd like to keep in touch.

Look, he don't have nothing
'cause they ain't in touch.All right, well,

I'd like Manuel to have
my digits, just the same.

I hear from him,
I'll pass it on.

Now, if you'll excuse us,

we have a house to pack up.

Who's Duwann?

One of the Prospect Park Six.

You coached him in hoops?

Never told me that.

That's because I
never coached him.

But he was six foot
by seventh grade,

and from this neighborhood,

he definitely would
have played hoops.

You want to tell me
what this is about?

Yeah, on the ride.

GORMLEY:
We got surveillance video

near four of the five scenes

has a black or gray
'05 Nissan Sentra

with Jersey plates.

Two of the plates we could ID,
both stolen

from cars in the long-term
lots out at Newark Airport.

GARRETT: Old Nissans
around here

is like pickup trucks in Texas.
They're everywhere.

GORMLEY: Pieces of the
puzzle, not the completed.

BAKER:
Last night's fatality,

Officer Nunez?

Her father
was the lead detective

in the Prospect Park rape case.

Since retired to Florida.

GORMLEY: So we got ties
to three out of five hits.

Four. That 16-year-old victim
in Harlem?

Her stepmother was one of the
arresting officers the night of.

Also since retired.

GARRETT:
Boss.
What?

If your theory's correct,

wouldn't a Reagan
be on the list?

Well, it came up,

but was kind of discarded.

And, you know, right now
those aren't tied to the hits.

They're just coincidences.

Boss, I'd call it
more than that.

All right? I think we
should scoop up Duwann.

Okay, Sid. Say we scoop up
Duwann or any of them.

No weapon,
no witness placing 'em.

Just the hunch of one cop.

Well, you put it that way...Yeah.

So, they call their lawyers.

The lawyers calls the press,

and the press writes

that we're still persecuting
these young men.

And you're the worst person
in the world.

And if it turns out
I'm wrong about this,

they'd be absolutely right
to say that.

I don't know.

Hey, Reagan.

Guy looking for you out back.

Manuel something.

You know him?

Yeah.Said he doesn't want

to come in.

That's-that's cool.
Thanks, Jack.

What's this?

She made me give up the card.

Because?

She don't want me having nothing
to do with any of the guys.

But you're still in
touch with Duwann?

Yeah.

Yeah, he texts me on and off.

Sometimes some crazy stuff.

Like what?
Just stuff.

How five million
would never be enough.

How we just got paid
like we was nothing.

I figure he's back on the weed,

'cause he always talking crazy
every time he gets high.

But you came down here anyway.

I can't have a cop thinking
I'm holding out on him

or a cop in my business
ever again.

I lost ten years for that.

I'm innocent of everything,
and I'm staying that way.

I'm terrified of cops.

I'm not surprised.

You got the number
and the texts?

Yeah.

All right.

I want you to
forward them to me,

and not a word of this
to Duwann or anyone else.

Last thing I'm-a talk about
is talking to a cop.

All right.

DANNY:
What do you got?

Looking at the cell records,
far as I can tell,

that phone hasn't left Miami
since March 9.

Are you positive?Yes.

It's active for over
16 hours a day,

mostly in a 12-block radius

in South Beach.

Okay. Well, maybe he
had a second phone.

And have someone
using this phone

day and night in Miami
to cover his tracks?

New one on me.Good point.

Detective.

A Duwann Wilson

has been in residence

at the South Beach Grand Resort
& Hotel since early March.

His presence
is known to the staff

on a daily basis.

Great.

Flip you for who
tells the old man.

Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.

Hey, wait a minute.

Yeah.

Thank you.Mm-hmm.

We got to be
missing something.

Yeah, but what, Gramps?

Phone records
and a hotel full of witnesses

show that Duwann was in Miami

before the shooting spree
even started.

It is what it is.

You always say you have to walk
in the other man's shoes first.

I did.

Guy gets some serious money
suddenly,

and he does exactly
what I'd expect him to do:

throw some around a nice hotel
in Miami Beach.

My hunch was wrong.

Well, wait.
Just h-hold on a minute.

Why? He's right.

Or we're throwing the baby out
with the bathwater.

There's too many good pieces
in place.

You know, maybe he's right.

I mean, at a hotel,
what are you doing?

You're ordering room service.
You're eating out.

You're getting your clothes
cleaned, put back in your room.

Bed made, etcetera.

But what are you really doing?

Trading up.

Exactly. You're having
somebody else do for you

what you typically
do for yourself,

but now you can afford to have
them do it for you instead.

Okay. A little lost.

Yeah, what are you saying?

I'm saying

that maybe Duwann

didn't have to pull the trigger
physically himself.

One of the other Six?

No.

The hit man he hired.

Bingo.

Dante Sorrento was on the same
cell block as Duwann Wilson

till his release a
month after Wilson.

Got a record as an enforcer

and alleged executioner
going back to his teens.

Do we have him?

It's out on Nlets
to every agency nationwide.

You still got it, boss.

Well, let's not count
our chickens, Sid.

Right now they're just
persons of interest.

Well, have it your way.

But thank you.

You okay?

Oh, I just want this to be over.

Yeah, well, I hear you.

But it's never really over,
is it?

Best you can hope for is a lull
before the next bad thing.

Yeah, well,
keeps us on our toes.

Right now my toes hurt, Sid.

That's a good one, boss.

All right,
six months travel, minimum.

France and Italy
on a vintage Triumph Bonneville.

Don't you mean "in"?

In what?

Ina Triumph, not on it.

It's a motorcycle, not a car.

Count me out.

I don't like bikes.

Well, this is my fantasy.

It's not supposed
to be accommodating.

But couldn't it be
a cool old car?

It could in your version.

But this is my five million.

Wow, so selfish
all of a sudden.

JAMIE:
Give me a break.

JANKO: I think I liked you
better before you had money.

Yo, who this?

Duwann Wilson?

Yeah. I said who this?

It's Danny.DUWANN: Danny who?

How'd you get this number?

Detective Danny Reagan

with the NYPD.

Dante Sorrento
gave me your number.

Where are my pants?

Miami-Dade Police!

Turn around.
Put your hands

on the table. Now!

Do what she said!

What the hell this about?

First degree murder,

conspiracy to commit murder in
the five executions you ordered.

I don't know nothing
about no executions.

Well, these officers just
witnessed your reaction

to Sorrento's name,
not to mention

the money transfers
from you

to Sorrento
for services rendered.

This is a warrant
to bring you back to New York,

where it was snowing
last time I checked.

So you
better dress warm.

JAMIE:
And last

but not least, funding some
kind of Reagan family foundation

benefiting the families
of fallen officers.

I can't fault that one.

That's a first.

I'm still saving beagles
with mine, though.

To each his own.

Herown.

Right.

Ooh, they make good coffee.

Pull over?

What do you want?
I'm buying.

A three-pound lobster
and a Dom Pérignon.

You're such a jerk.

All right, I'll have a tea.

Thanks.

♪

Excuse me.

DISPATCHER:
All patrol units be advised,

the earlier Finest Message
regarding an '05 Nissan Sentra

with ND New Jersey registration

is now amended to add
a black '05 BMW 7 Series.

Registration not confirmed,
but possibly also bearing

ND Jersey registration.

Operator may be
suspect Dante Sorrento,

DOB 3-9-1964.

Male, white, five-foot-nine,

54 years of age. Please advise
if contact is made with subject.

Approach with extreme caution,
as suspect

is believed to be armed

and responsible
for five homicides.

Move! Jamie!

Police! Move! Out of the way!

Excuse me, Officer.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Stay down!

Stay down! Jamie!

Jamie!

Jamie.

I'm okay.

Go, go.

Jamie...

He's DOA.

That was some shot.

You saved my life.

Jamie,

it was like I heard a voice,

I swear to God.

That's called a radio.

No. Serious.

Like I knew,

I knew you were in trouble
before you even... were.

Like I w-was warned.

:
Jamie.

I'd spend the five million
on you.

♪

He's kind of making
a habit of this.
I think

I'm gonna change the statute
of limitations on how long

we have to wait
till Jamie gets home to eat.

No, you're not.

Anybody heard from him?

No.JAMIE: Hey! Sorry!

: Hey.It's on the table!

Come on!
Let's go!About time.

Uh, Jack, could you get me
one more place setting?

Yeah, sure.

What's going on?I have no idea.

We having company
or something, kid?

Um...

What's going on?

Oh.

Hi, everyone.

Hi.
DANNY: Hello.
Hello.

Hello.Hi.

Officer Janko.

Just Eddie
today, Dad.

Actually,
not...

just Eddie today.

Well, since this morning,

the future Mrs.
Jameson Reagan.

What? Get out!

You're kidding!

NICKY:
Oh, my goodness!

Congratulations!

NICKY: Whoa!
JACK: Congrats,
Uncle Jamie.

DANNY:
Way to go, kid.

'Bout time.NICKY: Wow.

:
Did you know?

I didn't know anything!Whoa.

Well, I'll be damned.

Francis.

Congratulations.

Thank you.Mm.

Wow!Right?

Just this morning?

Uh, yeah.

Wow.

Well, at least I know one
wedding present you're getting.

Your choice of precincts
to transfer to.

ERIN:
Oh, gee, Dad.

Every bride's dream.

Hey. I'm just sayin'.

JAMIE:
Actually, uh,

we both really like the house

that we're already in.

Oh?
HENRY:
But you know

that you can't work together
anymore.

JAMIE:
Well, that's what

we thought,
too, Pop.

You thought?

Well, assumed.

But I looked it up.

And there's nothing
in the Patrol Guide--

or any of the books,
for that matter--

says married cops
can't be partners on the job.

Nowhere?

No.

Wow!

But I knew
that you and Dad

would be for that rule, even
if it wasn't actually a rule.

But the rule
does make enormous sense.

Why?

Well,
a couple partnered together

on the job can create conflicts.

Yes, but...

But?

Hear us out?

Consider
if two people

willing to swear
the following to each other

could still be
good partners on the job.

Swear the following what?

Vows

that we wrote...V...

...to each other.

You wrote... vows already?

Okay.

Turns out she's been working
on 'em for a while,

so I just...Turns out so has he.

So...

Uh, I will always
have your back.

If you fall behind,
I'll wait up.

I'll earn your respect

and pay you respect
every day we have.

I'll be your scout,

your night watchman,
your cavalry.

Your medic, your chaplain

in our army of two.

No retreat, no surrender.

No retreat, no
surrender. No surrender.

You can count on me.

And you can count on me.

Welcome to our family, Eddie.

Thank you.

Dad.

FRANK:
Okay.

Shall we say grace?

Bless us, O Lord...

ALL: ...and these,
Thy gifts, which we are

about to receive
from Thy bounty.

Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

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