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Sandeford. He knows.

So, we gonna
get in trouble now?

I just think we need to cool it.

As long as we ride
together, I got your back.

I've got an Undercover,
Sean Dryden.

Your cops arrested
him on a traffic stop.

I want to get the hell
out of undercover work.

How long's it been?

Two and a half years.
That's a long time

to be somebody
other than yourself.

We can team up.

You did good today.

Meantime, what'll you be doing?

Think I'll take my dog

for a walk at the dog park.

I'd like to go up there
with you sometime.

What kind of dog do you
have? I don't have a dog,

but I'll get one.

You know, the thing about
Columbo was you saw the murder

in the first five minutes,
so you know who did it.

Then what was the point?

The point was watching
Columbo figure it out,

and he always did.

Was he like your-your hero?

No, not really. I never
was a fan of the raincoat.

Check engine again?

Yeah, it happens.

Why don't we have
one of the new cars?

What do you care?

The new cars got all
kinds of features on them.

This car has features.

We need
to get rid of it.

Get rid of the old cars, soon
they get rid of the old cops.

Sector David, we've got

a 10-10, non-responsive male

at 962 Ashford
Street, second floor.

Possible gunshot
wound to the head.

Sector David, 10-4, 'kay.

Here we go. Yeah.

You still thinking
about getting a dog?

Definitely.

Any idea what kind
of dog you'd get?

I was thinking maybe one
that doesn't pee on the rug.

Ha.

I'm not sure you
should be seen with me.

Seen by who? Nobody's here.

Sometimes, people can
come out of nowhere.

Ah, one of the reasons
I want out of, uh,

undercover assignments.

I'm sick of worrying
about things like that.

Any idea whether
they'll let you out?

Not anytime soon.

My boss at the DEA
hates me right now,

thanks to you.
Mm-hmm.

I was under the impression
you went into the operation

because you wanted to.
Am I mistaken, or...?

No, no, I'm glad I did. Right.

Shut down some drug dealers,

got a lot of fentanyl
off the street,

possibly impressed you

with how skillfully
I infiltrated Oh.

A criminal organization.

You impressed me a little.

A little. All right.

Who's that? Oh, my goodness.

Haywood. Hey.

Yeah.

Who's a good girl?

What's the address?

And, uh,
what's Remy's last name.

Taylor. Remy Taylor.

And, um, when did
you last talk to him?

About 7:30 this morning.

I was visiting my
mother up in Kingston.

I told Remy I was
on my way back.

How did he sound? Fine.

Normal, like he always sounded.

So, he didn't say anything about
hurting himself, in other words?

No.

I mean,

he complained I hadn't been here
to make him dinner last night,

but he always
complained about that.

Well, we're very sorry

for your loss,
Annika.

Can I say goodbye?

Now wouldn't be a good time.

Why don't you follow
these gentlemen.

My Remy.

Ma'am.

What do we know?

Name's Remy Taylor.

Was a detective, retired
from homicide at the 7-4.

Yeah, it looks like a single
gunshot wound to the head.

So many cop suicides,

almost feels like an
occupational hazard.

Well, when you're
thinking about it,

the means are
always within reach.

Well,
no suicide note,

there's no stippling
near the entry wound.

Make sure you bag his hands.

Oh, he had tickets to the
Nets game tomorrow night.

You check his phone?

No, uh, search warrant
necessary, huh, Inspector?

No, Detective, not
when they're dead.

Got it.

We're gonna get this
car situation straightened out.

All the money in this city, I
don't want to be riding around

looking at a "check oil" light.

Car died on us.

We need a different car.

So, why do you think it is that
so many cops kill themselves?

Probably, uh...

financial problems enter
into it with a lot of them.

Lots of people have
financial problems

and don't kill themselves.

The guy we just saw?

Mm-hmm. He was a detective

when detectives had it good.

Wore a suit and tie,

got dry-cleaned for free.

Went to nice restaurants,

never had to put his
hand in his pocket.

So, then, he retires,
and he has to pay

for his dry
cleaning... That enough

to make him blow his brains out?

No, these guys don't
think of themselves

like everybody else.

As long as they were out there

hunting criminals,

they thought of
themselves as heroes.

But, once they stop
hunting criminals,

stop thinking of
themselves as heroes,

then the world start
looking at them

exactly like everybody else.

And they can't stand it.

I'm-a find Yenko.

We gonna straighten
this car thing out.

Here's that file,
Mr. Walsh. Thanks, Kathy.

Um, you know, why
don't you and Jerry

take the rest of the day off.

Okay. Thank you
so much. I'm so sorry.

19 years.

He sat right there.

You and Remy were
on the job together?

On the job together,
off the job together.

I just can't get my head
around that he would do this.

So, there was no warning signs,

no pleas for help? Let
me tell you something.

Forget about what
the job is now.

When we were on the job,

we were on top of the world.

Remy just couldn't accept that

that part of his life was over.

That we're dinosaurs.

Having been a
detective yourself,

I'm sure you know that people
that kill themselves often

tell others that's what
they're planning on doing.

Mm, in retrospect,
Remy probably did, too.

At which point,

I would've told him
what I tell myself,

have a nice meal,

find some female companionship,

turn on the TV,

go to sleep.

Well, looks like you two

built a pretty successful
business, though.

We struggled at first,

but then we got
it off the ground.

And you work primarily for who?

Starting out, we ran,
uh, employee profiles,

uh, coordinated security
for store openings.

Then we got to working
for building management.

Handling evictions, situations
with problem tenants,

uh, that kind of thing.

Vince Carter?

Yeah. We supplied him

with body men back in the day.

On the slim chance that
Remy didn't kill himself,

I mean, can you think of anyone
that might've had a motive

for killing him. Not really.

I mean, he didn't
have any enemies

that I knew of, uh,
didn't put himself

in risky situations.

I think he just checked out
'cause he wanted to check out.

So, what's the
problem with your car again?

I don't know, Captain.
Something about the exhaust.

I dropped it off at the shop.

I'll see what I have available.

How about one of the new ones?

He's fixated on this
for some reason.

It doesn't have to be

one of the new ones.
No, no, no, no, no.

As one who was fixated
on a Chrysler Cordoba,

and I had my eye

on a mid-'60s Tri-Power Pontiac

with eight-lug
wheels, I understand.

Besides, you don't want some
beater from the motor pool.

You want a new car, right?

He doesn't. Ooh, look what

just became available.

Space 14.

Seriously? Midnight Tour

had it last night,
other than that,

right off the showroom floor.

Just keep it nice and tidy,

you understand? Who you
think you're talking to?

I forgot,

you're the last person
I got to worry about.

Thank you, Captain.
This is fantastic.

I'm gonna go check
out the features

before we head out.

Hey.

We young guys, we like cars.

You know what I
was excited about

the last time I
changed cars? Huh?

Power windows.

Not having to crank the handle.

Are you trying to sound old?
Let me tell you something else.

I'm not taking a course
in computer programing

just so I could operate the
windshield wipers.

What's wrong with this?

It's nice. Yup.

Why does it smell
like that, though?

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Oh.

Oh...

Where you going?

Gonna see which slobs it
was who were in this car.

I can't believe you had
your confidential informant

go all the way to Red Hook

to bring us these.

Hey, when you have a
hero from Defonte's,

you won't care what
it took to get here.

I was looking over the crime
scene photographs of the gun.

The cylinder swung

to the right, meaning
it was for a lefty.

His girlfriend said
he was a lefty.

And the entry wound was
on the left side, so

all that points to suicide.

Well, what's Remy Taylor been up
to since he retired off the job?

Well, he started a security
and property management

business with his ex-partner.

We spoke
with him this morning.

Okay, let's talk
to the girlfriend again

from the angle of a homicide.

What... what, you thinking
nobody ever killed themselves

if they had tickets to
the Barclays Center?

Tickets to the Barclays Center,

no suicide note,

no stifling near
the entry wound.

Unless we hear otherwise,

treat this like a murder.

What smells so
good? What is that?

Oh.

Uh, this one is eggplant,
and that one is,

uh, shrimp parm. Here,
go ahead, have-have half.

No, that's all right.
Where'd you get them from?

Just, um, a local place.

Some other time.

All right.

I don't think she'd have
a problem with your CI

going all the way to Red
Hook to bring us lunch.

Like, not at all.
None for you.

Whatever, man-child.

Ah, look at that.

One of them was smoking.

They're not allowed
to do that, are they?

I'll kill them.

Men.

How's it going, Chief?

Great. Bentley. Yes, sir.

Chief Suarez, Sergeant
said you were out here.

Oh, yeah. Making my rounds,

getting some gas. You heard about
the get-together for Remy Taylor?

Yeah. Y-You gonna be
there? Out of respect.

Retired cop dies in my
precinct, seems only right.

All right, maybe I'll
see you there. Okay.

These are beautiful
photos of you and Remy.

We met at an AA meeting.

Remy had 17 years.

I was working on 30 days.

Is there any chance he
started drinking again?

There's always a chance.

That's why they
tell you at meetings

to keep coming back.

But I would've known.
Do you know if he was

mixed up in anything

that might've gone bad?

Like what?

Business dealings.

You know, was there someone

who might've held a
grudge against him?

Wait a minute, you think he
maybe didn't kill himself?

Mm, we have to allow
for that possibility.

Oh, my God.

Well, I have to tell you,

even though he's gone
from me either way,

it makes a world of difference.

It was Remy who got me

to stop drinking and using
and slowly killing myself,

and the thought that
he would kill himself

is unbearable.

Were there problems
with anyone at work

that might've led to
someone getting violent?

I mean...

you don't win any popularity
contests evicting people.

I mean, getting violent, though?

About a week ago,

this guy, uh...

Ricky Velasquez
came to the house

'cause Remy had evicted
him and his family.

I-I wouldn't say he
got violent, though.

Did he make any threats
when he was here?

I mean, what I've been
through in my life,

I don't get
threatened that easy.

Did he make what most people

would consider a threat?

Yeah.

You know where we
might find him?

I-I think he worked

as a mechanic someplace
in East New York.

I remember Remy

went over there, and
when he came home,

he said he wished he was
repossessing the guy's Harley

so we could both go
for a ride on it.

We never got to do
that.

You Ricky Velasquez?

Who's asking?

Detective Killian, 7-4 squad.

Does the name "Remy
Taylor" ring a bell?

Nope.

This guy.

One of the scumbags
who evicted us.

If you paid your rent
on time, maybe that

wouldn't have happened. You come
here to aggravate me or what?

I came here because Remy
Taylor might've been murdered.

Are you thinking I had
something to do with it?

I'm asking questions.

I wouldn't have
minded killing him.

Not sorry he's dead,

but I didn't do it. Ah.

You did go to his house, though.

He threw my wife's
clothes on the street.

He put my kid's bed on the curb.

Are you telling
me that there was

no other way to do it?
That that was necessary?

I can absolutely understand

why you'd be mad
enough to kill the guy.

I'd be mad enough, too.

I fell behind on rent,

had to pay off some
gambling debts.

I don't make excuses about it,

but he could've came to me like
a gentleman, and we would've

worked it out. Where
were you today, Ricky?

I was at my sister-in-law's
in the Bronx,

sleeping on an air
mattress on the floor.

Oh, so sad.

I was telling you where I was.

That's what you asked, right?

Keep going.

I took the 5 Train
down to 14th Street,

changed to the L,
got off on Sutter,

then walked here and went to
work. I've been at work all day.

You got somebody who can
vouch for that? Yeah.

My boss, who's bike this is.

Well, I'm gonna need all
their names and phone numbers.

You got it, Chief. Okay.

Navigation,
directions

to Stanley and Fountain.

Determining route. Turn left

at second light. This
is like Knight Rider.

What's that?

Another television show you
haven't seen, apparently.

You've never used
voice-assisted GPS before?

No, believe it or
not, I never did.

It's a real game-changer.
From what to what?

Try it. G-Give it a command.

Doesn't even have to be
an address. Anything.

Miss Navigation, please.

Just-just-just Navigation.

Navigation.

Where
would you like to go?

The post office.

Be-be a little more specific.

Well, the East New
York post office.

In 500 feet, prepare

to turn left on Pitkin Avenue.

No, that's wrong. I-I
wouldn't go that way, see.

No, no, straight up
Livonia, just five minutes.

Remy liked talking on the phone.

He called the woman
he lived with,

he called his office,

he called Kurt
Walsh's cell phone,

and he called this guy.

What guy?

Antoine Jordan.

There's an Antoine
Jordan who has a podcast.

Yeah, he's out of East New York.

According to Remy's planner,

he met with an Antoine
Jordan two weeks ago

and was scheduled to
meet with him again.

Opinionated, radical,

commentary we would
all take issue with.

Why was Remy Taylor
meeting with him again?

Maybe he was gonna do another
interview for the podcast.

Maybe someone wanted to make
sure that didn't happen.

I help you?

Antoine Jordan? Yeah.

Detective Killian, 7-4 squad.
I'd like to talk to you.

About what?

Well, if you don't
mind, I'd like to do it

back at the precinct.
Am I under arrest?

No. So, I don't have to

go back to the precinct.

Uh, no, I guess you don't.

You just like the idea
that it'd be on your turf

because that's the kind
of power trip you're on.

No, actually, I'd
be asking you things

of a confidential nature,

and I'd like to
not be overheard.

You want to talk to
me about Remy Taylor.

You're right.

He had a lot to say
about the way it was

back in the '80s and '90s.

Talked about how they'd
"tune up a perp."

Said when they were
working out the 7-4,

sometimes they'd
throw the mouthy ones

down a flight of stairs.

Remy promised to give me

a tour of the precinct

and show me those stairs.

Well, come back there with me,

I'll give you the tour.

Hey.

I, uh, just heard
from crime scene.

Based on the trajectory
of the bullet,

Remy Taylor did
not kill himself.

Crime scene's calling you
directly with that information?

At my request.

This guy was in narcotics
in the '80s and '90s.

Whether he killed
himself or not,

there are a lot of
cops from back then

who are nervous about why.

I'm-I'm
sorry, excuse me?

Are you Regina Haywood?

I am.

I'm sure you don't remember me.

Um, I'm Denise Walsh.

You're Mo Haywood's daughter.

Right. Right, so he
worked with my father.

My father's Kurt Walsh.

Oh, yes, of course.
I remember your father.

How well did you
know Remy Taylor?

Very well.

He was like my uncle. Oh.

I mean, he and my father
were like brothers.

So...

Sorry, how-how well
did you know him?

Oh, I didn't know him.

Unfortunately, he died
in the 7-4 precinct

where I'm the
commanding officer.

These old-school
guys... You know, like,

like my father, like
your father, like Remy...

They just keep
everything... inside

until the pressure just
gets to be too much.

You won't believe this,

but I actually convinced my
father to go and see somebody.

Like a shrink? No, like
a, just a counselor.

More like a life coach.

My dad agreed and I
set up an appointment.

And then of course when
it is actually time to go,

to the appointment
this morning he says,

"No, I'm too busy,"
and I ended up

having to reschedule
the whole thing.

Well, I'm surprised
you got him to go

in the first place.

Yeah.

He just
never complains.

Never says nothing to nobody.

Just carries the whole
world on his back.

Uh, thank you all
for being here.

Detective. Oh!

How you doing, Chief?

Sorry for your trouble.

Thank you.

Remy was one of the good ones.

That he was. Share a memory.

Mm. How recently had
you talked to him?

I talked to him every day.

Stopped coming to
the office, but

I called him every morning,

if there was an Islanders
game or the Jets or... Yeah.

I heard something that I
thought would make him laugh.

Then he started going downhill.

What, physically?

I don't know if it was
Alzheimer's or what it was,

but Remy, he just
wasn't the same.

Hmm.

Hi. You smell good.

So do you.

I talked to our union delegate
about what would happen

if someone found out about us.

Found out about what, Andre?

He said we wouldn't
necessarily get in trouble,

but one of us might
be transferred.

You're not worried
that the delegate

might be the one to
spread it around?

Well, obviously I didn't
give him our real names.

Well, obviously.

Wow. Bentley how's
the new ride?

Good, excellent, great.

Brandy.

Sarge.

That was a close call. Yeah.

Not the first time. Right, 'cause
you think Sandeford caught us.

You can never be
sure with Sandeford.

Would you rather
declare a moratorium?

Moratorium on what?

Touching.

No, we can touch.

I think we better not.

Ooh.

You know, the only thing
that doesn't make sense

is that Remy was a cop.

For the life of me,
I can't understand

why he'd be talking
to a cop hater.

I don't hate all cops.

You sure do hate a lot of them.

You want to talk about why?

'Cause we're racist, homophobic,

only interested in protecting

rich white privilege...
Am I close?

You think by saying
it like a joke

you make it less true?

Yeah, I'd like to hear the
interview you did with him.

Check the website.

I post a schedule of
upcoming episodes.

Could always get
a search warrant.

So get one.

I get a search warrant,

I'll turn that
studio upside down.

You're all about
the threat, right?

If it's not a flight of
stairs, it's a search warrant.

What I'm all about,

is investigating a
dead police officer.

Now is that something
that you think the police

should not be doing?

I'm not getting into a
philosophical discussion

in a police precinct,
especially, given its history.

Not this precinct.

All right, we might be wasting
our time with this one.

Maybe not.

How you
doing, Antoine?

I'm Regina Haywood.

Deputy Inspector, right?

Very good, very good.

Most people, they can't identify

rank by uniform.

I spend a lot of time
checking you people out.

I've listened to your
podcast. It shows.

You listen to my podcast?

I want to know what people in
the community think about us.

I don't agree with
a lot of the things

you and your guests
say, but I think

it's important that I
hear them. Why is that?

Because you might know
something I don't,

and if you do and it's relevant

to the way I do my job,

then I want to know them, too.

Mm-hmm.

I take you seriously as
a journalist, Mr. Jordan,

and I don't believe that
the only news gathering

can be done by
mainstream media, so...

and I'm serious about this,

if ever, in the
course of your work,

you want access to
me or my officers,

I would encourage
you to ask for it.

What do you want from me?

Your interview with Remy Taylor.

People have told me

that narcotics
detectives from the 7-4

were regularly shaking down
drug dealers back then.

People told you that?

Urban myth?
It didn't happen?

If I told you some
of the things we did.

Like what? It wouldn't
shock you to learn

that some of us had girlfriends

on the side, would
it? Not really, no.

Or that a certain individual...

Whose name I won't mention...

Put a gun in a
drug dealer's ear.

Took him for over $100,000 cash

and a white Coupe de
Ville which...

he gave to his girlfriend
for Valentine's Day.

Who was the drug
dealer? Do you remember?

Some lowlife getting
rich selling dope's who he was.

And we made them fear
us, you understand?

We'd get out of the car and
they'd scurry like rats.

And because they were

drug dealers, no one
ever pressed charges.

What's that?

No one ever
pressed charges

because there were drug dealers.

Oh, Yolo tried.

Threatened to go to the Feds.

Which is why they
fished his body

out of Newtown Creek.

There was a drug dealer in East
New York named Yolo Linden,

who was murdered in 1997.

Body was fished out
of Newtown Creek.

Murder never solved.

Why would Remy Taylor
be talking about it?

Antoine pressed him
to say which cops

Yolo threatened to go to the Feds
about. To single them out by name?

Remy agreed to do it. MORALES: He made
it like it was a coming attraction.

He said he'd do it next
time he was interviewed.

So if there was no next time?

These were the meds Remy
had prescriptions for?

Yeah. Also that one.

It didn't have a label.

You know, ever since those two
from Manhattan South Homicide

took over our desks, my
chair just hasn't been right.

Walsh told Chief Suarez

that Remy Taylor started
showing signs of dementia.

Antoine Jordan interviewed Remy.

He didn't say
anything like that.

On the other hand,

he wanted to believe
what Remy was telling him

and put it on his podcast.

What do you think, Detective?

I think I'm gonna
need a new chair.

So what did you want
to talk to me about?

If someone was taking
unapproved or bootleg meds

for dementia, would anyone at
the DEA be looking at that?

I doubt it.

But even if they
were, that's not

the kind of thing I would
know anything about.

Okay. Mm.

Oh, what'd you get?

One sticky bun, one bear claw.

Which one do you
want? I don't care.

Have both.

I don't eat sweets.

And you're a vegetarian.

For years.

That's not some undercover
persona you put on? That's real?

That's real.

So what about when you're
hanging out with Authentic

and the Santiagos and them,
and they going out for steak

or ribs or hamburgers.

You tell them you
don't eat meat?

Right.

What about when
they doing drugs?

I tell 'em I don't do drugs.

Which doesn't make
them suspicious.

No, what makes
them suspicious is

when you don't seem genuine.

When I'm with them,

I don't front like
I'm anything I'm not.

Except being a cop.

Except being a cop.

So what about when
you're not with them?

You suspect I'm less than
genuine when I'm with you?

You've lived a double life
long enough for me to wonder.

One thing I can tell you
with absolute sincerity...

you don't have to wonder.

Ever.

Okay.

Remy Taylor sat for an interview

with a podcaster
named Antoine Jordan.

He started talking
out of school.

Mm-hmm, saying what?

That a cop killed a
CI named Yolo Linden.

Get you something here?

No, thank you.

I know from the file
Yolo Linden was your CI.

First one.

Yolo.

He was always talking
about that one big score.

That it would be his last.

He got it in his head

that he was gonna buy a ranch

in Montana, but this kid, he...

he clearly had never
been west of Jersey City.

His murder never cleared.

Nah, it never did.

So how much was it out
there that Remy Taylor

was talking out of school?

I don't think Remy
hid the fact...

The podcaster
listed the interview

on his website as a
coming attraction.

I'm asking, because if..

Part of Remy's dementia was
that he didn't keep it a secret,

the cops that he
was talking about

might've known that
it was gonna air.

I agree. Is there any way

that we can get our hands
on the case file quickly?

See what I can do.

I appreciate it.

Ooh, I'm beat.

What a day.

I don't understand what
we're stopping back here for.

We're stopping back here so
I could illustrate a point.

Those are the guys that
trashed our new car.

How do you know?

Because I know.

Oh! How come you guys

keep trash in your locker?

Somebody put it in
there, Sandeford.

Who would do
something like that?

I don't know, but
I'm gonna find out.

They didn't even
separate the recycling.

What are you a wise guy?

I'm just trying to
lighten up the mood, man.

Get it?

Got it.

Good.

As per your request.

I decided to bring it over
myself 'cause I want a minimum

amount of people involved.

Hey, Chief. Oh, what
have we got here?

How you doing, Stan?
Oh, the Linden case.

You know, I was looking
at that interview

with Remy Taylor, and I
couldn't help but think that

much of it was just the product
of a fevered imagination.

Well, the
chief pulled the file

on Yolo Linden's murder
for us to sift through.

It's a lot to go through and
ordinarily I would suggest that

we get a team of
researchers together,

but that would mean more
people. What-what's he doing?

Stan, he's a speed-reader.

He's actually reading that? No,
I'm not reading in the sense

that you curl up with a good
book and savor the writing, but

I have a fairly good retention
rate for names and places,

and that's what we're
looking for, right?

Are any of those names
jumping out at you, Stan?

Remy Taylor, of course,
then there's his partner,

Kurt Walsh. Wh-what's
in there about Walsh?

Yolo was known to drive
a white Coupe de Ville.

And when he was found murdered,
the registration on the car

had been transferred
to a Danielle Luria.

Danielle Luria... was
Kurt Walsh's girlfriend.

I appreciate you taking the time

to
meet with me, Kurt.

You are Mo Haywood's daughter.

How could I not?

It's so funny to run into you
yesterday after all those years.

I know.

We share a history
together, don't we?

Uh, we got hold of an interview

Remy did with a guy
named Antoine Jordan,

and in the course of the
interview Remy referred

to the murder of a confidential
informant named Yolo Linden.

He said that Yolo
was killed by a cop.

Huh. I have no idea.
Are you thinking

that Remy maybe is the
cop that killed him?

Honey... what are
you speculating for?

- We have no idea.
- Well, you were

Remy's partner, I thought
you might have an idea.

Hmm, sorry to disappoint
you, but I don't.

Can I ask where you were

yesterday morning
between the hours

of say, 8:00 a.m. and noon?

What, are you suspecting
me of something?

I'm being thorough.

I was with my daughter, okay?

She's got me going to
some psychologist...

uh, life coach or
whatever they call it.

We were on our
way to his office,

uh, in Wantaugh, right?

Yeah, right, in Wantaugh.

Well, we're in the
car, I get this call

from Annika that...

Remy has died.

Um, needless to say,

I, I canceled the appointment.

Sorry to put you
through all this.

Don't worry.

Uh, it's not like I haven't
sat where you're sitting now.

You got to do

what you got to do,
right, that's all.

Honey, I got to get
over to Starrett City.

Yeah, okay, Daddy.

Hard to believe

Mo Haywood's daughter,
an inspector.

Deputy Inspector.

Ah. Stay safe.

Okay.

I worry about him.

Denise, I'm trying
to square two things

that seem to
contradict each other.

Yeah, what's that,
hon? At the bar,

you said your father
canceled the appointment

you made for him
because he was too busy.

God, did I say that?

You know, I really
don't remember.

Just now, he said that he
canceled the appointment

when he got word Remy was dead.

Right, so what are you saying?

Both those things can't be true.

What is this, is this a whole
interrogation all of a sudden?

No, it's a homicide
investigation, Denise,

and if there are
inconsistencies,

they need to be explained.

You know, I just
think it's funny

that both of our
fathers were cops,

and you wanted to follow
in your father's footsteps.

You know, that thought
never even occurred to me.

Are you lying to protect
your father, Denise?

I'm not saying one way
or the other, Regina.

But if I am, I'm gonna
go right on lying.

If you'll excuse me.

Who is it?

Police. Open up.

You called 911?

This guy says he's
coming to kill me.

He knows where I work.

He knows where I live.

He knows where my
girlfriend lives.

Did he say why he
wanted to kill you?

Here.

Listen.

You're gonna broadcast
on your stupid little podcast

what some senile old
man says he remembers

from 25 years ago? Not
gonna happen, babe.

Not if you value your life.

The interview was with a retired
detective named Remy Taylor.

Who we found dead.

You got someplace
to go... Relative's,

friend's... Until
this gets sorted out?

I guess so.

That's what I'd do, man.

Can y'all stay until
I finish packing?

Do I know you?

I don't know.

You're-you're
retired off the job,

aren't you? Right.

See, cops have a
certain way of walking.

You can always tell.

Yeah, probably so.

Yeah.

I remember where
I know you from.

You were at the 1-14.

No, man, I was never at the
1-14. When did you retire?

2003. And you never

were never at the
1-14? I just told ya.

I was never at the
1-14. Thank you.

Hands up against the wall.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hands up. What are you doing?

I'm a retired detective.

I am licensed to carry.

What the hell are you doing?

You're not licensed to threaten
to kill people over the phone.

What are you talking about? You
have a very distinctive voice, man.

Let's go. License to carry.

Okay, let's go.

Hey, guys, how's
it going? Good.

I'm gonna take him
up to the squad.

So how's the new car? Good.

So good. Sandeford doesn't
know how to work anything,

but even he seems happy
with it. Yeah. Good.

So Sergeant Kee told me
that they're gonna put me

with a new partner, but
they haven't said who yet.

You tell him what
personality types to avoid?

To avoid? Yeah.

How about anyone that's not you?

Look, I don't want
to keep this a secret

any longer than we need to.

So now I'm a suspect?

You and your daughter's
stories don't line up, Kurt.

It's been a stressful
couple of days.

I-I, I may have missed
a few details...

Yeah, Remy
said the two of you were

shaking down drug dealers,
one of them got sick of it,

threatened to go to the Feds.

You weren't gonna let that
happen, so you killed him.

Did you rehearse that in front

of your bathroom
mirror, Detective?

Hmm?

I go where the
evidence leads me.

What evidence?

Was your partner making

all that up? First of all,

he offered it up on
some Mickey Mouse

radio show or podcast

or whatever it is, and second

of all, Remy didn't know
whether he was coming or going.

He very well
might've made it up.

So now you're gonna take
what he says as gospel

and use it against me?

Let's see, why don't you, um...

take a look at that.

No one ever pressed charges
because they were drug dealers.

Oh, Yolo tried.

Threatened to go to the Feds.

Which is why they
fished his body

out of Newtown Creek.

Now you might be able
to get away with killing

Yolo Linden. 25-year-old case.

Most of the witnesses are
either dead or in the wind.

But your partner's
death, that's...

that's gonna be
a little tougher.

How long do you
think your daughter's

gonna hold up under
cross-examination?

She's a sweet girl, that Denise.

I don't think she's
gonna last very long

defending Daddy.

She's all you got in the way

- of an alibi, Kurt.
- They'll nail her

for perjury and then you
both end up going away.

Look, I'm sure you have
information on other dirty cops.

Look, work with the
D.A., the U.S. Attorney.

Maybe they'll go easy on you
when it comes to sentencing.

Yeah,
'cause Remy Taylor,

he couldn't stop going
on about your adventures

back in the day and he
couldn't be trusted to stop.

That was Alzheimer's doing this!

It doesn't matter.

Eventually somebody
would've picked up on it.

The case would've been opened
and then where would you be?

If it was me that
went off 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.

Why, because he was your CI?

Because he was a
human being, Kurt.

All right, turn around, come on.

Hands behind your back.
Come on, turn around.

All right, yeah?

Let's go.

Guys like that never stop

missing the way it
used to be, do they?

Well, they'd say they
had it good back then.

And what about the rest of us?

Different story.

Yeah, I bet it was.

Must be tough on you buying
your coffee from a bodega.

Why would it be tough on me?

'Cause you can't
specify what kind

of nut milk you want
to put in it. Why...

Why is what I eat or drink

an issue of such
importance to you, huh?

'Cause I'm your
training officer.

Yeah. what's that
got to do with it?

You're training me to be a cop.

No, I'm training
you to be like me.

If you're training
me to be like you,

why don't you let me drive
every once in a while?

Think fast.

Ooh! Want to drive?

Let's go. You sitting on
over there all excited.

All right.

Who's got it better
than us? Nobody.

What's up, man?

Bentley! Oh, no.

Oh, no.

10-13, 10-13, my
partner's down!

Cop shot, New Lots
and Van Siclen.

Get a bus down here now!

Where you hit?

I'm right here with you.

Stay with me. I got you.

I'm right here with you.

I'm right here with you.

Stay with me.

I got you.

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