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I don't want any trouble.

Oh, you don't want any trouble?

All yours, Sonny.

Take
'em down, Sonny.

You should've thought
about that a long time ago.

Thought about what?

Come on, get up.

Come on.

Come on.

Mayor Chase!

Hey, when are you gonna
fix all the potholes?

I didn't vote for you.

Hey, Mr. Mayor, can
I take a picture?

All right, folks,
late for lunch.

Ah, you again?

What's the matter, Mr. Mayor?
Not happy to see me?

You've been
harassing me all day.

Just exercising my
right to free speech.

You're a public
figure, remember?

You answer to the
public, isn't that right?

Can you take care
of this, please?

Thank you. This is illegal.

You can't do this.
You can't detain me.

I am well within my
rights to be here.

This is a public sidewalk.

You see what's happening?

This could happen to you.

I have a right to speak out

to a public figure.

This is what's happening to
all of us... That's enough.

I know I'm always the
one to say, "Yeah, but,"

but there's something else.

Let me guess. He's a cop.

You know the guy? No.

But you recognize him.

No, but I can do the math

about you being in here
playing this for me.

And he is off duty?

That's right, boss.
Well, then we're good.

I'm not so sure about that.

Oh.

The mayor we know and love is
not gonna take this lying down.

Especially since the D.A.'s
office already sprung our guy.

Well, yeah, what he
did isn't a crime.

Be that as it may,

there is still the
public relations concern.

You mean the
political. That, too.

Well, I don't give
a damn about either.

Frank! Garrett,

before you start
going down the road

about how unreasonable I am,

let me remind you that this
"camera in your face" thing

is what every cop in the
city deals with every day.

A hundred percent.

Which is what I'm guessing

this cop is trying
to demonstrate.

So, let's just give
him a medal instead?

Technically, it'd be a
commendation, Garrett.

Garrett, we ask our cops
to suck it up and ignore it

every time John Q. Public
springs a 60 Minutes ambush.

The least we can do is
hold their boss, our mayor,

to the same standard.

You're not looking to start
a fight with the mayor?

No.

But I won't back
down from one either.

How are you holding up?

Happy I'm alive, to be honest.

That was a pretty bad beating.

We're sorry about that.

And for no reason.

Like, none whatsoever.

Did you know these guys at all?
Have any dealings with them?

Did I know them?

I never saw those thugs
before in my life.

Any ideas as to why
they targeted you?

I was minding my own business

and these guys
decided to jump me.

Maybe you can help us
with a description.

What'd they look like?

They were mostly Asian
guys. Like a dozen of them.

All of them on these
scooters or bikes.

It was happening at
hyper speed. Like...

a swarm descending on me at
like a hundred miles an hour.

Is there any details
you can try to remember?

Maybe a name?

An article of clothing
that stood out?

Sonny.

Yeah, one of them kept
calling the main guy Sonny.

Sonny.

What? Nothing.

What, you know the
guy or something?

We're gonna have to check

surveillance
cameras in the area.

You rest up.
We'll be in touch.

I got to be honest
with you, Reagan,

I'm putting you in a
bad spot here. Bad spot?

So whatever you're
about to say about

how you don't want to
do this or it's unfair,

I've been playing the scene
in my head a million times,

so asked and answered if
you know what I'm saying.

I don't.

And another thing. I
wish I could tell you

I was tapping you for this
'cause you're my top dog.

But the truth is
you're green as hell

and we got conflicts
up the wazoo.

Conflicts, Lieutenant?

I guess you're the wrong
man at the right time.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on here, boss?

Before I proceed, keep in mind
that everything we say in here

is being recorded.

The first voice
you're gonna hear

belongs to Malcolm
Argus, known drug dealer.

The second voice belongs to
one of his unknown associates.

It's got to be
after 4:00 on the 12th.

That's the time my
cop works the sector.

Okay, so either
the 12th or the 13th.

Listen to me.
The 12th. Only the 12th.

Any other day and I
don't know if my guy

is gonna be working.
Has to be the 12th.

And he's
gonna look the other way?

Hundred
percent green light.

What
about his partner?

Not a problem.

Boss?

You heard Argus mention
a specific sector

and a specific date and time.

Yeah.

That's the 2-9's roll
call for the 12th.

Badillo and Janko.

That's definitely Sonny.

Looks like you inspired
him to commit more crimes.

Very funny. I'll
see you at the car.

Reagan.

Hey, Reagan, you got a sec?

No. I don't.

What do you mean no?
I got to talk to you.

Yeah, you know, in all
the years I've known you,

never once have you come to
talk to me with good news.

Well, what can I say?
You're the problem solver.

Like the great Wizard of Oz.

Humble am I in your presence.

Mm-hmm. What's it about?

Your sister. See
ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

No, no, no, no. Come
on, come on, Danny.

Come on, this is serious.
I need your help.

Mm-hmm. And does Erin
know you're here?

Of course not.

Well, then there you go, okay?

It's never a good idea to
do anything for my sister

especially when it's
behind her back.

Jack Boyle is trying to hook
her up with Warren Bradford.

The billionaire
Warren Bradford? Yeah.

Says he's willing to stake
her campaign for her.

Sounds like a love connection
to me, Chuck Woolery...

"Back in two and two."

Look.

Jack Boyle and Warren Bradford
coming out of Peter Luger's

after a three-hour dinner.
Why wasn't I invited?

Look closely.

Look who they're
with. Wait a minute.

Nicky the Gent and Tommy Basile?

Two known mob figures.

Not exactly the kind of company

we want Erin
keeping company with

even if it's by association.

True.

Except Warren is not
the problem, Anthony.

It's Jack.

He's got dozens of
clients like this.

And I got a case to work.

- Oh, got 'em.
- Oh, come on.

Ah...

Ooh.

Eddie, you got a minute? What?

Oh, Jamie, hey. Where
did you come from?

Got a minute?

Yeah, sure, what's going on?

Do you know this guy?

No, I don't think so.

What do you mean
you don't think so?

Just that. I don't
think I know him.

Well, you either
do or you don't.

Not much you really have
to think about, right?

Jamie, what's going on?

His name is Malcolm Argus.

He's a known drug dealer who
works in the neighborhood.

Oh, I see.

No, I don't think we've
ever crossed paths.

You don't think so? Oh,
geez, here we go again.

Jamie, I have never
crossed paths with him.

Okay, because he usually
conducts business

in your sector.

Do you think I'm lying
or something? No.

No, no, no. Nothing like that.

Why are you asking
me so many questions?

No reason.

No reason?

When you took this job

you said we weren't allowed
to talk about work anymore.

And... that seems to
be what you're doing.

This is not that big a
deal. Forget I asked.

Jamie, is there something
I need to know about?

No, forget it.

Okay.

Terminate Officer Stokes.

I can't do that.
You mean won't.

No, I mean I can't. I do
not have the authority.

You're the police
commissioner and he's a cop!

Who has done nothing wrong.

He spent the entire
day stalking me

and shoving his
camera in my face

and trying to provoke me
and you bet that's wrong!

But that is exactly what
my officers contend with

on a daily basis and it's legal.

And I suspect it's the
reason he came after you.

And what's the point?

The same one you're making.

It ought to be illegal
to taunt and provoke

and record while someone's
trying to do their job.

Oh, you're playing
games with me, Frank.

No. I am telling
you the way it is.

Mr. Mayor, my hands are tied.

Because you want them to be.

If you're asking me if I agree

with what Officer Stokes
is doing, the answer is...

sort of.

Sort of?

I don't love his method,
but his frustration is valid

and it is shared by
the rank and file.

I won't be an object
lesson for your cops.

Well, in this case...

it's not your choice or mine.

Right, of course, it's legal,
so your hands are tied.

Mine aren't.

Damn Sonny.

Upset he didn't take you up on
your offer to come on the job?

You're making fun?

No! I'm giving you
an A-plus for effort.

That's another way
of you making fun.

Well, if it walks like a
duck and eats banh mi...

Yeah. Hey, Sonny!

Come on.

Hey, what's the
matter, Detective?

Oh, you're not happy to see me?

No, I'm not.

Hey, you
got this all wrong, bro.

No, I don't. We
saw what you did.

Come on, you got to
hear me out, bro.

We tried that before.
Obviously, you didn't listen.

Yo, bro...

can I talk to you
for one second?

Call me bro one more time,
I'm gonna jam on the brakes

and launch you through
the windshield.

Sorry, Detective.

That's better. So,
can I talk to you?

We already tried that.

Didn't work out too well.

That's what I want
to talk to you about.

You want to talk to me
about talking to me?

You got this wrong.

So, you didn't put a
beatdown on that guy?

Cause we saw the
video, didn't we?

Yes, we did. He had it coming.

No, you got it coming!
Danny, watch out!

Stay put.

Hey.

Hey, you okay? What happened?

Sonny, hey! Sonny!

Hey! Hey! Sonny!

This is a disaster.

It doesn't have to be.

What do you mean
"It doesn't have to be"?

We lost a prisoner.
It happens.

It doesn't happen to me. Well, there
is a first time for everything.

This isn't funny, you know.

They weren't your cuffs on
him. I'm not saying it's funny.

I'm just saying it's only
as bad as we allow it to be.

And it's bad. Let's just
put our heads together,

calmly, and try to figure out
how we're going to find him.

Fine.

Nice and easy.

You're a dead man,
you son of a bitch!

Detective, I swear to you,

I had nothing to do with that.

My crew overreacted.
I'm sorry.

Oh, you're so sorry
that you ran off anyway?

The heat of the moment.

Truth is, Sam Isaac

isn't who you think he is.

He got beat down for
a very good reason.

Great, tell me all about
it when you come in.

Take a guess... on how
many young Vietnamese girls

he's put in the hospital.

Yeah, you didn't know
about that, did you?

Look, you want to make a
complaint, you come on in

sit down with me, I'll take
your statement personally.

How's that?

I already delivered
my statement.

And now you got five years
hanging over your head

because of it.

He's a bad guy, man.

I'm telling you.
He had it coming.

Sonny, you know what?
I used to like you.

And in my gut I really want
to believe you right now.

But the only way I can help you

is if you come in and
tell me what you know,

you help me nail this
guy, then I'll help you.

How's that?

Yeah, not while you're
still looking to nail me.

I can't do anything
to help you with him

until you tell me
everything you know.

Don't you get that?

Everything you need to
know is in your inbox.

What are you talking
about "In my inbox"?

"You've got mail."

So...

That was quick. You
got something for me?

I got nothing.

Okay, then, why are you
here eating up my time?

That's exactly my
question. Why am I here?

Well, if you don't
know and I don't know,

I'm not sure we'll ever know.

So back when you've
got something.

I mean, why am I in
this bureau, Lieutenant?

Why do you think you're
here, Sergeant Reagan?

Well, I thought my C.O.
thought I'd be a good fit,

but she also wanted
to keep me in the 2-9.

And now you're not so sure?

I'm pretty sure.

I'm just not sure
if you want me here.

Makes you say that?

My wife is not a dirty cop.

Officer Edit Janko
is not a dirty cop.

Nobody is saying she is.

Really? Because you
came pretty close

to insinuating that the
last time I was here.

So, is this some kind of a test?

What kind of a test?

A test to see if
I can be trusted.

If I'll tell my wife that
she's under suspicion?

Did you? No.

But I don't like being
put in this position.

So if my former C.O.
jammed me down your throat,

then cut me loose, but I
don't want to get set up!

Do you want out?

That's not what I'm saying.

No, but it's what I'm asking.

No, but if I'm not wanted...

Your C.O. didn't put you here.

It came from much
higher than that.

My father?

No. Then who?

Me.

You?

I've had my eye on you
for a long time, Reagan.

Years. So no.

I'm not trying to
run you out of here.

And I'm not setting
you up to fail.

I handpicked you.

I didn't know that, boss.

Thank you. And I
wouldn't have done that

if I thought your wife
was dirty. She's not.

But her partner... might be.

So...

You see what you can dig up.

You find out Officer
Badillo's dirty,

we go straight to IAB.

Geez. What'd this guy
do? Write a novel?

Affidavits from neighborhood
Vietnamese girls

who Sonny says were assaulted.

Any of what Sonny
says check out?

It's a list of names.

And times and locations
they were attacked.

Mm. Sonny put this
together all by himself?

I checked our computer.

Some of the same assault
complaints are in our system.

Same time, same location.

Except none of the victims
were cooperative on the scene

because no one talks
in Little Vietnam.

Well, no one talks to us. They
talk to Sonny quite a bit.

That's true.

How many of these statements
we got? Over a dozen.

They're all saying
the same thing.

"I was walking alone,
minding my business.

"A white male comes
out of nowhere.

Punches me. Beats me down."

Let me guess, every one of them

matches the description
of Sam Isaac.

White. Male. 30s. Beard.

So, we're thinking Sonny is
right? We know Sonny's right.

This video was attached
to the email Sonny sent.

Oh, that sure looks
like Sam Isaac to me.

Look, I'm not gonna say it...

Your saying you're not
gonna say you told me so

is saying you told me so.

Well, I did tell you so.

And now you've told me

you told me so twice.

Mayor's taken his issue
with Officer Stokes

to the Civilian
Complaint Review Board.

He's requesting
they terminate him.

Anything else?

That's it?

No response?

And what would you have me do?

At least acknowledge

that this whole thing
could've been avoided.

Well, of course the whole
thing could have been avoided

if I just got down on
my knees and begged.

A bit of an exaggeration.

Not really, no.

You could've just slow-walked
it till he forgot about it.

Could have. Would not. And
so turned a one-day story

into a whole-week story.

A whole-week story and the
issue that's front and center

on every news
outlet in the city.

And it is my guess
that that is exactly

what Officer Stokes
was hoping for.

I got to be honest,
boss. The cops love it.

The guy's a hero.

And having his
back isn't hurting

your standing with the
rank and file either.

Could you two please not?

I support his position. Same.

And when we lose
this silly fight?

We go down with Stokes.

Who said anything about losing?

All right, Jackie boy, let's see

what wiseguy you're
breaking bread with today.

You ready? Yeah.

Isaac checked out
of the hospital.

Got his last known.

Be honest, you feel
a little better

about the whole
Sonny thing, huh?

You mean, Sonny the
vigilante escaped fugitive?

Well, there's that.
Mm-hmm. There's only that.

Well, no. There's a lot
more and you know it.

He did better police work

than a lot of our
own detectives.

And your point is?

Maybe you got through
to him after all. Oh.

I tried to get him
to go straight.

I even tried to talk
him into becoming a cop.

You know, obviously,
he's got the head for it.

But he always chooses
street justice.

All I'm saying is
there's a win here

if you're willing to
take it. There is no win.

This guy really loves

bringing you gifts, huh?

Yeah. Just the kind
of gifts I don't want.

Hello, Sam. What
brings you here?

What's that?

I think he said he
didn't do anything. Oh.

What? And he said

the guy Sonny is crazy.

Uh-huh.

He's half right.

Excuse me, have you seen
my friend Sonny around?

Sonny? You seen him?

He's the most
popular guy in town.

Nobody's seen him around?

Excuse me.

Have any of you seen
my friend Sonny?

He's my good friend. We...

You see that? She
spoke English.

She just doesn't
want to help us.

Hey, buddy.

Listen, this is my friend
Sonny. I've seen you with him.

Will you tell me where I can
find him?

He's not in trouble. I
just got to talk to him.

I don't think he liked you very
much. Well, I don't like him either.

He's got to be around
here somewhere.

I mean, this guy hasn't
left Little Vietnam

since the day he was
born. That's true.

It's also true that nobody
here is gonna help us find him.

You never know.

Well, I know that neither
one of us is Vietnamese.

I also know that Sonny is
way too powerful around here.

That's why we need to find
someone with more power.

You think a
bunch of gamblers

are gonna help us out? If
properly motivated, perhaps.

Anthony, what are
you doing here?

I'm just admiring
your family photos.

What are you talking about?

What the hell is that?

That's what I'd like to know.

Where did this come from?

Yours truly. You're
spying on me?

Try looking out for you.

By taking creepy
surveillance photos of me?

Well, they're not
supposed to be of you.

I was staking out Jack.

Oh, that's so much better.
Get out of my chair.

Why are you pulling
a stakeout on Jack?

To protect you. From what?

My ex-husband?

He's putting you in a bad spot.

He's mixed up with the
wrong kind of people

and if it gets out
during the campaign,

it's gonna burn you.

Anthony, you need
to listen to me.

My personal life is
my personal life.

No, it isn't. The
second you file

and make this whole
thing official,

your personal life is over.

Okay. I want you
to leave, okay?

You're this bent out of
shape when it's just me.

What are you gonna be like

when it's the press
or your opposition?

Go. Now.

Fine.

But you should know...

who you're getting
into bed with.

I'm probably not supposed to
talk to you about this, but...

that guy you mentioned,
Malcolm Argus...

Yeah, Eddie...

Just let me...

You see, the reason

I said I didn't think I knew him

is 'cause I didn't
recognize his face.

Mm-hmm. But his
name rang a bell.

Rang a bell?

Not to me, but I've
heard it come up a bunch.

With Badillo. Yes.

Well, what've you heard?

Nothing much. Just
that he loves the guy.

Badillo loves him? Not really.

You know, just jokes 'cause
he's collared him so many times.

Badillo has collared Malcolm
Argus? Like five times.

Says it's good for
his arrest numbers.

The gift that keeps on giving.

What? Nothing.

No reason.

Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

My name is Detective Reagan,

this is my part...

This is my partner,
Detective Maria Baez.

Uh, yeah, I'm
looking for this man.

I believe you all
know him as Sonny.

Was wondering if anyone
could help me find him.

Anyway.

If anyone happens to see him,

I will leave my card.

Please give me a call.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way, the
officers down there...

if you just take a look,

uh, well, they'll be coming
up here to shut you down

until such time as Sonny
is delivered to me.

Have a great day.

You have to go.

Everyone.

You have to clear
out. Right now.

A little friendly persuasion.

So sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm used to it.

The CCRB ruled in your
favor. Congratulations.

Yeah, big whoop.

You seem like a guy
who takes the win.

Civilian Complaint Review Board?

No board starts with
"civilian" has any teeth.

Which you factored for when
playing me and this issue.

I never played you.

No, of course not.

That would be unbecoming
of an officer or something.

Technically, I'm a
civilian employee.

Yes, technically, my employee.

But we've seen how
much that matters.

Mr. Mayor...

sometimes I get the feeling
that you think I don't like you.

Really? I wonder why.

Well, that's not
the case at all.

But we are church and state.

Separate but equal?

Well, equal-ish.

Huh.

I guess that makes
me the mayor-ish.

Well, we both have
the same goals

even if our methods
diverge at times.

All the time. Not this time.

Are you saying you're gonna
accept the CCRB's recommendation

and terminate Officer Stokes?

Ish.

Ish? Well, termination

opens up a whole can of
worms with the union,

and believe me, you don't
want any part of that.

Then, what?

I'm going to respect
the spirit of the ruling

and suspend Officer Stokes
for 30 days without pay

and one year of
dismissal probation.

Mm.

So, that whole opera about
what the cops go through

and what's good for them
should be good for me

and all that was
what? Posturing?

I don't posture.

Then, what?

Before we ever
discussed the matter,

I met with Officer Stokes.

And everything I said to you was
a version of what he said to me.

But you didn't agree with him?

Uh, part of me agreed
with him fully.

But the problem is his
position and actions

broke my golden rule.

You have an actual golden rule?

I do. You can borrow
it if you want.

Well, maybe I
will. What is it?

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I know.

Hey, Reagan.

Delivery is here. I
didn't order anything.

You order dinner? Nope.

We didn't order dinner.

It's not food. It's a guy.

Hey, partner. Bring him in.

Special delivery.

Now that's a present.

Nothing like a
little motivation.

Hi. Hi.

Uh, I think that
you are going to be

pretty excited about
the special tonight...

Lobster bisque. Your favorite.

I'm not sure I can
stay for dinner.

Uh-oh. What'd I do now?

You did nothing.

It's-it's not your
fault, it's mine.

Oh, my God.

The dreaded "It's not
you, it's me" speech?

That's
ten times worse.

What are you doing?

It's... just bad timing, Jack.

When you're running out of time,

there's no such thing
as the right time.

You're not running out of time.

We both are.

Neither one of us
has their whole life

ahead of them like we once did.

We got...

half a life ahead
of us, at best.

Let's make the most of it.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Nope.

What paper is running it?

None.

What do you mean? How did,
how'd you shut them down?

I didn't.

Erin, I'm sorry,
what-what is going on?

My friend Anthony shot this.

He's following you?

Not me. You.

Me?

Why the hell is he following me?

He thinks you're gonna
blow up my campaign.

And as much as I don't
want to admit it,

I think he's right.

Slow down. What...?

What in the world are
you talking about?

How could I possibly
blow up your campaign?

Well, if that photo didn't,

these certainly will.

Erin, this is New York.

Everybody rubs
shoulders together.

Not when that shoulder
belongs to the ex-husband,

secret boyfriend to
the long-shot daughter

of the police commissioner
running for district attorney.

Erin, come on.

We are not gonna get too
many more cracks at this.

I'm sorry, Jack.

You sure you don't
want a lawyer?

Spoke to him before I came here.

He told me not to
worry about a thing.

Not to worry about a thing, huh?

I'd say felony assault and
escaping police custody

is a lot to worry about.

He says I'm not on the
hook for the escape.

I didn't plan it.

I just got caught up in it.

Technically, I was kidnapped.

That's cute. And
probably true.

It's not gonna help
you with the assault.

Depends. On what?

How it plays in the press.

Oh, that's his plan?
Take it to the press?

Local Vietnamese kid
protecting neighborhood girls

from a psycho white guy

committing hate crimes
in Little Vietnam.

I think that will play.

So, why don't you
just drop the charges?

'Cause it doesn't work that way.

He thought you might go for it.

I told him you were too
butt-hurt to consider it.

You know, Sonny, I
would say disappointed

is probably a more
accurate term.

Look, I appreciate you
looking out for me,

believing in me.

I took what you said to heart,

I really did.

But I had to do it my way.

Right. By becoming
a vigilante?

I'm not doing bad.
I'm doing good.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, it's what I hoped
for for you, Sonny.

Okay? But nobody gets to
be cop, judge and jury.

What if you were
wrong about Sam Isaac?

I wasn't.

What if you were?

What if you got the wrong guy?

What if you killed
the guy you beat up?

You saw the case I sent
you. I'm thorough, man.

The case was thorough.
You did a good job.

So, what do you say
you look the other way?

I can't.

'Cause I also saw the video.

But look, maybe there's
something else I can do for you.

What's that?

Let me introduce you

to Special Agent Tommy
Wong with the FBI.

He's working a joint task force

to eliminate human
trafficking in Little Vietnam.

I think you two can
help each other.

Help each other how?

You work undercover for me,

maybe the Feds can
make these charges

with the state disappear.

And who knows?

Maybe Tommy can
succeed where I failed,

and help you find
a new career path.

All right, Sonny.

Let's talk about how we
can get started, huh?

I'm all ears.

What am I looking at?

Malcolm Argus's phone records.

How'd you get these?

What he said up on the wire
was enough for the judge.

Nice play. And...?

Take a look at these
highlighted calls.

Our cop?

That number comes back
to Officer Badillo.

So it's him. Badillo
is the dirty cop.

No, boss.

What do you mean no?

These are outgoing calls.
From Argus to Badillo. So?

Take a look at the
length of these calls.

Each one of them no more
than a few seconds long.

Yeah, I don't get where
you're going with this.

Argus knew he was up on a wire.

That's why he was so
obvious when he talked about

a cop being in his pocket

and why he made multiple
calls to Badillo,

but not once had an actual
conversation with him.

Why the hell would Argus
go through all this trouble

to sell Badillo as a dirty cop?

Because Badillo has
collared Argus five times

in the last year.

And another two times
in years previous.

So that's his play.

He puts the finger on Badillo.
Hopes we start an investigation.

Figures at the very least,

Badillo gets transferred
to another precinct.

Either way, Argus pulls
the thorn from his side.

Guess I was right
about you, Reagan.

You belong here.

Good work. Boss.

Your office called.

Said you needed these.
Thank you, Anthony.

So, this is where we're at now?

Your office calls me, not you?

It doesn't mean anything.

Really? So, something
that's never happened before

has happened three
times this week

but it doesn't mean anything?

Okay.

Hold on, Anthony.

I don't like that you were
following me without me knowing.

I know.

But understand, I was
just looking out for you.

That's what friends do.

Okay, but sometimes it's
just a little too much.

Oh, so, you mean I'm
a little too much?

No...

You know, the thing with me?

I don't let
anybody in. Nobody.

So when I do, it's a big deal.

I'm an all or nothing guy.

And sometimes all of me
is too much for people.

No, it... No, it's true.

I could've gone about this
whole thing a little better.

Well, the deck was
stacked against you.

I mean, if you had come clean
about sniffing around Jack,

I would've been pissed
and shut you down hard.

You think?

And then I would've
continued seeing Jack

which means it would
be The Post who had

those photos...
instead of you.

I would rather you hate me
than for that to have happened.

The last thing in the world
I would do is hate you.

Just tone it down, right?

No...

Yeah, but... Look...

I suck at some things
and you suck at others,

but for the most part,
together, we don't suck.

We're pretty great.

I love it. Our new motto.

"We don't suck."

Behind us?

Rearview mirror, baby.

See you later.

See you.

The mayor just wrapped
his press conference.

Damn, I missed it.

Took most of the
credit for downgrading

from termination to suspension.

Came off as
perfectly reasonable,

even gracious to our cops.

Nothing
wrong with that.

The outcome you expected?

I don't know.

Come on, you were three steps
ahead on this the whole time.

Well, you plan for
the best outcome,

but you prepare for the worst.

Hmm.

Got to hand it to you.

Works almost every time.

But?

Just curious...

why is it necessary to
keep me in the dark?

Well, I wouldn't call it that.

Why not? That's what it is.

Well, you know
that guy in the bar

that's always bragging about
the big deal he's gonna close

or the brilliant way he's
gonna tell his boss off?

He gets his validation,

right there, on the spot.

But he hasn't really
ever done anything

except bend his elbow.

I hear that.

Talk about what
you want too much,

you're less likely to get it.

But I'm not your drinking buddy.

Well, some of the time.

I'm supposed to be
your right hand.

And you are.

Is it me, the
office I hold, what?

Is what what?

Well...

I get the feeling pushback has
become your default reaction

to a lot of what I say and do.

Well, when the right
hand doesn't know

what the left hand is doing...

Well, it's still part
of the same body.

Your door has "Deputy
Commissioner" stenciled on it.

Do we want to change it
to "devil's advocate"?

No. Garrett,

sometimes you being in the
dark is part of the play.

But we're still
on the same team.

But if I'm gonna be in a fight,

I want to know it's for real.

It was real. No.

You were treading water
until the mayor got

where you wanted him to be.

And along the way I needed
our fight to hone my position.

Whether I knew it or not.

It's an old cliché,
but in our case...

the honest-to-God truth.

I can't do it... Any
of it... without you.

Thank you.

Okay, Danny.

What's the dumbest
thing you've ever done?

Agreeing to play
this stupid game.

Ah, come on,
Danny. Real answer.

Dumbest
thing I've ever done:

giving my blessing
to the unholy union

between you and my brother.

Oh, shots fired.

Not you. Him. Oh.

Sean, what's your greatest fear?

Oof, uh, disappointing
my father.

Oh...

It's true. I want
to make you proud.

You always make me proud.
And you never disappoint me.

Yeah, please try
to remember that

next time you bust
me for something.

Anger and disappointment

are not the same thing.

What's your life's
greatest loss?

Let's go, Mets.

Oh, still going on
about those Mets, huh?

I will never get over it.

You can't win 101 games

and then get eliminated
in the first round.

Next year, Pop.

Eddie. Yes.

What is your fondest memory?

Marrying this guy.

Aw...

Okay.

Ooh, when were you
the most scared?

Uh, when I proposed to you.

Seriously? Yeah.

Erin gave me ten-to-one
odds.

She is the best
handicapper in the family.

Well, I call 'em like I see 'em.

To Dad. Dad? Yeah.

What's your life's
greatest blessing?

Well, this delicious Sunday.

What? What?

Not this sundae,

this Sunday.

And every Sunday

I get to spend with
you knuckleheads.

Dad.

That's nice.

Ooh.

Uh-oh.

Who is the love of your life?

It doesn't say that.

Sure does.

Ooh...

Okay, well...

How about those Mets, Pop?

No stalling. You
got to answer that.

Yeah, you have to tell us.

Come on. Okay.

Well, I'm gonna take
the Fifth and the box.

How about that?

Game over.

Wow. Whoa.

A sore loser.

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