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Now, you might be able to get
away with killing Yolo Linden,

but your partner's death
is gonna be a little tougher.

If it was me that went
off of my nut,

Remy would've clipped me
without hesitation!

Instead, you did it to him!

We're from a different
generation, Marvin.

We like to screw up our
relationships in person.

Is that what I did?
Not just you.

But that's not a reason
not to give it a try.

What's going on
with your friend Sean?

Do you worry
that you'll be hurt?

I don't hurt all that easily.

Your father managed

to do a pretty good job of it.

You collared Kurt Walsh.

He's no doubt talking to
the D.A., trying to cut a deal.

I have friends who are...

concerned about
what he's saying.

Apparently they're getting close
to coming out with indictments

around the death of Yolo Linden.

Well, you said yourself,

somebody has to answer
for his killing.

I just never figured

that one of them
would be your father.

RITA You won't find anything.

Hey, you can't go
through my stuff.

That's mine!

No, let go.

♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪

♪ All aboard,
I don't see right ♪

♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪

♪ Heaven knows
I can't see right... ♪

Good morning, Inspector.

A.D.A. Diskant.

I don't expect to see you in
the prisoner loading dock.

I don't expect to see
you here either.

We're both here to see
the same individual.

The difference is,
I'm allowed to talk to him

and you're not.

We have a number
of old investigations open,

and I'm led to believe

that Kurt Walsh might have

information relevant to them.

Are you a detective now,
Inspector?

Well, no, my range
of responsibility extends

over whatever happens
at the 7-4,

past or present.

I admire a lot of what
you've instituted

at the 7-4 since you took over,

but you're here
because of your father.

You're here because
you're open to believing

that what Kurt Walsh
tells you is true.

And that he's going
to deliver one or more cops,

as dirty as he is,

and that one of those cops
is Mo Haywood.

Why don't you put him in the
fourth floor conference room?

Yes, ma'am.

♪ No more... ♪

Top of the morning to you, Inspector.

Let's go.

♪ No more... ♪

So he wants to do his time in
a prison closer to New York City

than the Canadian border,
and you're going

to consider giving that to him?

I am not at liberty to say.

Right.

♪ No more ♪

♪ No more ♪

♪ No more. ♪

I'll try not to be boring.

I won't say anything
that embarrasses you.

You won't embarrass me.

Mm-hmm.
I'm sure there are parents

that do way cooler
things than I do.

Don't you have some big movie
director's kid in your class?

Yeah, but he's not coming.

Anyway, you're a detective.

That's way cooler
than anything else.

Ms. Morales, can I talk
to you a second?

Yeah.

I am so sorry to do
this at the last minute.

We've had some feedback

from parents regarding
your talking to the class.

What kind of feedback?
I haven't done it yet.

I think the feeling is that...

policing is a polarizing subject

and that...

as important as it is

and as much as there
are good cops

who are doing all kinds
of good work,

it brings up a lot of issues.

They feel that
your presence itself

and, God, I'm...

I hate to say this, but that...

it could be triggering
for some of our students.

My presence?

Career Day should
speak to inclusion.

One child's parent is a janitor,

one child's parent is a banker.

Both, all, are members
of our society,

are members of our community.

How many children that go here
have janitors as parents?

That's not really
the point, Ms. Morales.

No, the point is, you don't
want me participating.

Not at this particular
moment, no.

I would hope,

for many reasons,

that the polarization
around policing lessens,

that the police officer

can take his or her place
alongside the butcher,

the baker
and the candlestick maker.

That is the kind of society that
I hope we're working toward.

Great, Ms. Greer.

Tell my son that I got bumped
for the candlestick maker.

And when he gets home,

I'll tell him the truth.

So, who called it in?

Neighbor. Said he
heard loud noises,

then he heard somebody fall.

Went in to check it out,
the lady was unconscious.

Name is Rita Albert.

She live alone?

Apparently she has a grown
son, lives with her.

What's this one?

Looks like a home invasion.

Oh...

You look good in uniform.

You should wear this more often.

Not now. Detective.

Interest of maintaining
crime scene integrity,

maybe we should extend the
perimeters a little bit further.

Yeah. Thanks, chief.
Appreciate the help.

No problem.

Security cameras?
Nada.

And no sign of forced entry.

Our victim's name
is Rita Albert.

Back door is locked and barred...
How's it going?

Good.

You know, between sector
cars and Crime Scene,

sometimes they can't get
an ambulance through.

Whose head's on
the chopping block then?

You a cop?

Let's just say I know
what I'm talking about.

Andre.

Check this guy out.

What's up, man?

Excuse me, sir?

Sir...

Hey! Stop running!

Got nowhere else to go.
Put your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air.

Against the shed.

Why'd you run, my man?

Ah, no reason.

Justin Albert.
You Rita Albert's son?

How you know that?

Come on.

Got some friends who want
to have a chat with you.

Okay.

♪ All this ice on me,
flashing lights on me ♪

♪ Spotlight on me ♪

♪ But can't stay low-key. ♪

Chief.

Collar brass is
upside-down, Officer.

Sorry, Chief.
Hey, hey.

I'm kidding.

¿Qué te pasa?

It hit me this morning.

That having a cop for a mother
can be tough on a kid.

All kinds of things
can be tough on a kid.

Some things they turn out
to be grateful for.

Chief?

Thank you.

You got one of those, right?
I don't.

I remember when
you got that one.

Over the years, you get all
these certificates and plaques

and trophies.

Most of them I keep
down in the basement.

For some reason...

I keep this one up here.
I am worried, Dad.

What are you worried about?

I'm worried what Kurt Walsh

is telling the D.A.

Honey, Kurt Walsh
has zero credibility.

They run this up the chain

at the D.A.'s office,
they're gonna recognize that.

And this whole
thing is gonna go away.

Unless it doesn't.

Unless somebody looking to make

a name for herself,
like Vonny Diskant,

decides to go after

whatever cops she can...
Decorated cops, all the better.

Well, you'll be happy
to know I got a lawyer.

In case things get to the point
where I need one.

Who'd you hire?

Sy Somers.

Sy is a hundred years old,

and most of his clients

come to him

to get rental applications notarized.

Please.

Don't kid yourself.

Sy knows his way
around the courthouse.

He doesn't inspire
a lot of confidence.

Forget all that.

Do you think I had
anything to do with

the killing of that
confidential informant?

It doesn't matter what I think.

It does matter what you think.

It matters to me.

I don't think you had anything
to do with it.

Then, for now...

I can put that in my hip pocket

and take on the world.

You just got out of
the joint in January.

When I saw all them
cop cars, I ran.

PTSD, you know?

Yeah, well, whoever it was
that got into the house,

your mother put up
quite a fight.

She sustained a concussion

and a hairline skull fracture.

Why didn't you tell
me this before?

She's still unconscious,
but her vital signs look good.

Well, can I see her?

Let's get done what we
got to do first, huh?

Are you still dealing
bootleg pharmaceuticals?

Definitely not.

Hmm. We searched the house.

I keep a few around
for my anxiety.

Must be some big-time anxiety.

Yeah.

Okay, that's a 90-day supply.

They cracked down on
writing prescriptions.

That's number one.

Then, even if you
have a prescription,

in order to get it filled,
you got to walk down the aisle

with the adult diapers,

which, since my stepfather
was incontinent,

acts as a trigger for me.

You got a trigger, too, huh?

All right, so, tell me,

what does your mother
think of you having

this size stash in the house?

Very understanding.

Oh, is she a pill junkie, too?

Strictly homeopathic.

She don't take no pills.

So she couldn't be
too understanding

of you dealing out of the house.

I wasn't dealing.

Hmm. Well...

That kind of quantity?

The law considers possession
with intent to sell.

Your mother found them,

you got into a fight with her,
one thing led to another,

and you hit her.

I'd never hit my mother.

Yeah, well, who did, Justin?

Who?

Who that she would know and
open the door for? Hold on.

No, and don't just pick
a name out of a hat either.

Then I don't know, man.

I don't have no names,

I don't have no hat.

So, what y'all want from me?

Where were you this morning?

Same as every morning:

driving a 24-foot box truck

from Hunts Point to
my drop-offs in Brooklyn.

You could call my boss.
I'll give you his number.

In the meanwhile,
can I go see my mother?

Please.

Come on in.

May I?

Sure.

I appreciate you taking
the time to see me, Chief.

How can I help you?

One of your precinct commanders
came to see me today.

Regina Haywood is concerned

that Maurice Haywood is the
target of an investigation.

I'm not surprised
she's concerned.

He is her father, after all.

It comes to a homicide investigation

involving retired cops
from the 7-4,

a lot of people are concerned.

But she has to know

involving herself
is beyond inappropriate.

And if I detect any sign

that she continues
to be involved,

I will have no choice but
to order an official inquiry.

I'm sure that
won't be necessary.

I'll speak with
Inspector Haywood...

first chance I get.

Very good.

Thank you.

When's the last time I saw you?

I don't know, Sy.
It's been a while.

Abe Reznikoff's memorial maybe?

Really? Wow. Yeah. I think so.

Here, come in.
Thank you.

My father tells me
you're representing him.

Yeah, he likes that I don't charge
for phone calls. Get out of here.

Please don't take
this the wrong way.

Do you feel like
you're up to it?

I know your father a long time.

I count him as my friend.

If I need help,

I will get help. Okay?

Okay.

I know that the D.A.'s talking
to Kurt Walsh.

Do we know what
Walsh is telling them?

Yeah, the D.A.'s office
provided us

with Walsh's affidavit

as part of mandatory discovery.

And he states
that he was present

in the motel room

the night Mr. Linden
was shot and fatally wounded.

Also present were an
undercover police officer

from Internal Affairs
and a prostitute

designated Jane Doe,
names redacted.

Do we know who either
of them are?

Since your father provided me

with all of his records,

we know that the undercover...

was him.

You're kidding.

Corroborated by
Internal Affairs.

Well, uh,
what about the prostitute

designated Jane Doe?

Has not been identified.

I imagined my father
doing a lot of things,

I never would have imagined

him working undercover
for Internal Affairs.

Some things you take
to the grave.

What does Walsh's
affidavit allege

my father did in the motel room?

Does it... even say?

According to Walsh,

it was your father
who pulled the trigger.

Oh, hey, I forgot to ask:
How'd Career Day go?

Where are we on the robbery?

Uh, guy next door

had a security camera rigged up

on account of people
going through his garbage.

I'm just trying
to get it to play.

Shouldn't be that tough, Tommy.

Get up.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Something happened
at the school.

Yeah, something
happened at the school.

They don't want me to talk
to Sebastian's class.

Why not?

Danger of triggering.

I carry a gun
and a set of cuffs,

and those Upper East Side
parents that send

their kids to that school

would rather not
think about that.

Makes you think
he'd be better off

someplace else.

Someplace else where?

Where you don't find that
kind of anti-cop sentiment.

So take him away
from his friends

in the middle of a school year,
blow off the scholarship

that lets him have
the advantages of that school?

He was so excited to have me
stand up in his class, too.

You'd think that would matter.

What's the timestamp
we're looking for?

Well, we put it around 06:30.

Wait a minute.

The perp's a cop.

Chief, you wanted to see me?
Yeah, come on in.

Thanks for coming over.

You've been asking questions
about the Yolo Linden case?

Vonny Diskant is looking to
put another notch on her belt,

which is fine, but if she's
cutting deals with Kurt Walsh,

I want to know about it.

At this stage
of the investigation,

you're not supposed
to know about it.

So I find out my father's been
lied about after the fact.

How sure are you
that it would be a lie?

Look at the source.

No. I know.

Between Kurt Walsh
and Mo Haywood,

who are you going to believe?

Yolo was my guy, Regina.

I must've cleared

a dozen major cases using
information he provided me.

The fact that his murder

has gone unsolved
all these years weighs on me.

So you're not willing
to rule out the possibility

that it was my father
who killed him.

No. I'm not willing
to rule it out.

I want the truth to come out
as much as you do, Chief.

The truth has a way
of coming out.

And if it means your father
gets indicted

and has to stand trial,
that's what it means.

But you can't interfere.

Are we straight on that?

Yes, sir.

That-that address is
right off Avenue C, right?

Avenue C, yeah. That's
where he grew up?

Dad?
Lower East Side.

No kidding?
Dad.

His dad grew up on the Lower East Side.
One second.

We send out the picture
of this suspected cop-burglar?

Uh, it went out to
the chief of D's office.

They should be sending it out,
uh, citywide any time now.

What's this?

You wanted to look at
my notes from back then.

I brought 'em over. Great.

Let's go to my office.

I'll see you, Kee. Lieutenant.

Sy told me you stopped by today.

I wanted to satisfy myself
that he was up to the task.

Did you?

Not particularly.

But he managed to unearth
some interesting things.

Like what?

For starters, I wasn't
expecting to hear

you were a field associate
for Internal Affairs.

You really got to put that
in context, Regina.

Back then, the 7-4

had cops who were
like gangsters.

They were shaking
drug dealers down,

they were terrorizing people.

When IAD approached me
to help put a stop to it,

it seemed like
a good thing to do.

I imagine that must have
been hard for you.

Most of the cops that I gave up,
I didn't lose any sleep over.

But then some of them you did.

There was a guy I gave up
for frequenting social clubs,

then for taking money.

He got suspended,
then fired, then divorced.

Last I heard, he was
driving a tow truck.

What about Kurt Walsh?

What about him?

Ever pass along anything
incriminating about him?

Numerous times.

That man is an animal.

I watched Kurt Walsh
tune up a runner

for one of the heroin dealers
over on Pitkin Avenue.

Kid couldn't have weighed
more than a hundred pounds.

Walsh took his stash

and took his money, then threw
him down a flight of stairs.

Walsh ever get busted for that?

Until he murdered his ex-partner

a few months ago,

Walsh never got
busted for anything.

Yeah, we'll talk about it
some more.

All right.
See you later.

Hey.
Hey.

Let me show you something.

What's up?

It's my shield.

You gonna wear that?

No, I'm not gonna
wear it, stupid.

Oh.

I'm gonna gave it to Tamika.

That's like a thing, right?

Wearing a miniature
of somebody's shield?

Yes, Andre, it's a thing.

Nah, I mean...

must mean things are going
pretty good between you and her.

We wake up next to each other
in the morning,

go to sleep next
to each other at night.

There ain't nothing I want
that I don't have.

Whoa, it was a cop behind
that assault this morning?

He looks familiar.

Yeah.

He does look familiar.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

One thing this guy had going
for him: a cop shows up

in uniform, most people
are gonna let him in,

which explains
the no forced entry.

Something about
this guy's wrong.

Excuse me, Detectives.
We just got an alert.

We think that... Yo.

That's the guy we all saw at
the crime scene this morning.

He's definitely not a cop.

He kind of talked
like one, though.

That's the know-it-all guy.

Those medals are
military medals.

And the collar brass
are flowers.

I'm glad he's not a cop,

he's a damn police buff.

A police buff assaulting
women in their homes.

Oh, excuse me, Officer.

Yes, ma'am, how can I help you?

I-I've managed to get
separated from my tour group.

I know the bus is
leaving from the corner

of Liberty and Sheffield.

I hope I'm pronouncing
that correctly.

Yeah, you're fine.

So, this is Liberty here.
Uh-huh.

And Sheffield is just two
blocks in that direction.

Oh, thank you.
And if you'd like...

I can walk you there.

Oh, would you?

It would be my pleasure.
Come on.

Thank you.

Hey.

You coming to bed anytime soon?
No.

Ticket stubs from Yankees games,

copies of 61s
he wrote as a patrolman,

and matchbooks from restaurants.

Wow.

Well, if you know
what you're looking for,

I could try and help you.

I don't know what I'm looking
for. That's the problem.

I also don't know why he would
hold onto all this stuff.

Well, he was living two lives.

Might have been a matter
of trying to keep straight

what was in each of them.

Is that what you did?

When you lie for a living,

you got to remember
who you told what to.

Are you lying
to anyone now, Sean?

Well, my name's not Sean Dryden.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Where are you going?

I need to handle something.

Do you want me to come with you?

I need to handle it myself.

Who are...?

Who are the girls?

I don't know.
Whoever we were out with

when I was working
for Internal Affairs.

Who is the one on your lap?

Come on, Regina.

Look at the date
on the photograph.

I can't make it out.
What is it?

It was my 16th birthday.

That was my birthday,

and you were with her.

I was working, honey.

You know

what kind of crazy hours
I had to keep sometimes.

How long you gonna
keep doing this, Dad?

It's true, though.

I had to be around

all kinds
of unsavory characters.

Even on special days when
I should have been with you.

Did you sleep with her?

What kind of question
is that to ask me?

Did you?

Regina?
You...

You stay away from me.

R-Regina, come back here.

Please.

You know any of these girls
from back in the day?

Yeah, I know, I know
all of them.

There was a prostitute
stroll on Loring Avenue,

and we used to periodically
do sweeps.

Y-You'd collar the same
girls over and over again.

Her name was Peaches.
That's Sharon.

And this one here's Bunny.

Thanks. Yeah, I can
cross-reference nicknames,

arrest records, photographs,
maybe come up with something

I-if you're looking for 'em.
No, that's all right, Marvin.

I'll take care of it.

Are you the officer in charge?

How can I help you, ma'am?

One of your officers
was so courteous.

He gave me directions, then

he actually walked me
to where I was going.

Ah, well, isn't that something?

I didn't get his name,

but I did write down
his badge number

as soon as I was back
on the tour bus.

That right?

We Red Hat ladies
recognize acts of kindness.

We recognize when someone
takes pride in their work.

Isn't it about time

more people did that?
Absolutely.

You have a blessed day,
Officer Kee.

See? I'm gonna remember
to know your names from now on.

Well, you have a blessed day,
too, ma'am.

Hey. That woman Rita Albert,
whose place got broken into,

she's out of the hospital.

I heard.

Yeah, she told the cop
outside her room

that our fake cop said
he came to her apartment

to check on her son's parole
status, but once he was inside,

she caught him going
through her stuff

before he assaulted her.

I'm just glad he didn't turn
out to be a real cop.

Give people one more reason
to hate us.

Yeah, Killian told me what
happened at your kid's school.

Hard for an eight-year-old
to understand

why his mother's presence
is a trigger.

Yeah, same old story, you know,
people hating on cops

till they need one.

My son doesn't know
that people hate on cops.

He still thinks
we're the good guys.

What time does your son
get out of school?

Our fake cop

apparently took seriously
what it means

to be of service.

You mean, when he wasn't
doing robberies.

So impressed was one civilian

that she took down

his badge number.

It corresponds
to a George Callas,

who retired from the job

in 1998.

We have an address?

He's in Bay Ridge.
We got a sector car

heading out that way
to pick him up now.

Oh. There's progress.

♪ Hey, boy ♪

♪ Bad up the beat, then repeat ♪

♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's me,
that's a three-peat ♪

♪ Victory, I gotta win,
can't defeat me ♪

♪ Outta my... outta my league ♪

♪ But she needy,
like, why she need me? ♪

Yeah, have a good day.

Thank you.

♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's me,
that's a three-peat ♪

♪ Victory, I gotta win,
can't defeat me ♪

♪ Outta my... outta my league,
but she needy ♪

♪ Like, why she need me? ♪

Angela.

Yeah?

I wonder if I could
talk to you for a minute.

About what?

Something that happened
26 years ago.

I don't have a very good memory
for things that long ago.

Does the name Yolo Linden ring a bell?
Does not.

Think back, Ms. Bridwell.

You were in a motel room

on Atlantic Avenue
where Yolo Linden

got shot to death.

Look, lady, I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm a school crossing guard.

You were a prostitute.

You went by Bunny,

and Yolo Linden was your pimp.

And the cop who killed him
is trying to get you

to implicate my father

in the murder.

Your father Mo Haywood?

Yes, he is.

How is Mo?

He's all right.

He tell you to come talk to me?

He doesn't know
anything about it.

Then how you find me?

Surveillance photograph
with three cops and three women.

Two of the women are dead,
and you've been arrested

enough times to leave a trail,

so, you know.

I don't get arrested
so much anymore.

Kurt Walsh get in touch with you

about your grand
jury appearance?

I don't know any Kurt Walsh.

Has he threatened you?

I told you,
I don't know who he is.

If anyone tries
to intimidate you,

or is pressuring you to lie,

you get in touch with me,

put a stop to it, okay?

How you know
about the grand jury?

Spoke to Sy Somers and
put two and two together.

If Mo Haywood was in on

the killing of Yolo Linden,
you should say that.

If he wasn't,
you should say that.

When vice cops would do sweeps,

Sy Somers would get me released.

Your father? He'd post my bail.

Your father pays Sy's fees.

He's a good guy, your father.

Come on, babies.

There's something about the
smell of a precinct, you know?

I started out at the 7-8,
went to the 1-14,

then to the 2-6,
which was a blessing,

since I was living in Nyack
at the time.

All smell the same.

Yeah, well, um,
so, tell me... does this guy

look familiar?
Yeah, that's Carl.

Carl who?

Carl Dannemeyer. Officer Carl.

Why do you call him that?
He's a buff.

Knows all the terminology,
had a scanner.

To talk to him,
you'd think he was a cop.

Uh, how'd he wind up
with your shield?

I gave it to him. I had dupes.

He told me it was
for a costume party,

but I could see
how much it meant to him.

He'd clip it to his jacket, wear
it on a chain around his neck.

I didn't have the heart
to ask for it back.

He in some kind of trouble?

It's a possible robbery.

That'd surprise me.

The guy I know

is basically harmless.

Hmm.
He'll be out there,

uh, you know, directing traffic
in a snowstorm,

helping an old person
cross the street.

What'd he do for money?

He'd been working as a doorman
in Brooklyn Heights.

But he got let go.

Had to move out of his place.

I felt for him.

Let him store a bunch
of things in my garage.

Can we take a look
at those things?

Sure.

What a collection.

This French Connection poster
is signed by Eddie Egan.

You know who he is? Yeah,
yeah, yeah, he was the model

for Popeye Doyle
that Gene Hackman...

He was the model
for Popeye Doyle,

who Gene Hackman
played in the movie.

And there are all these
signed photographs

of police commissioners.
Oh, look at this.

Geez.

Keechant Sewell, Bill Bratton.

Ray Kelly.

He collects them like

they're baseball cards. Yeah.

Although, why are there so
many pictures of a cello?

Oh, I can shine
some light on that.

Please.
So, I went on

the stolen property index,

and there was a cello known
as the Steinmuller Stradivarius,

and it was reported stolen
by the principal cellist

of the Cleveland
Symphony Orchestra,

and it looks a lot
like this one.

See, that's interesting,
because Stradivarius

was known primarily for violins.

Do we think Dannemeyer
stole the cello?

Find out why he got fired
from his doorman job.

Then, uh, last known address,

and if there are any
relatives, girlfriends

who might be living
in the area, et cetera.

And these guns are
pretty realistic-looking but

they're all rubber, so
I'm guessing he's unarmed.

Guess again.

Real ammo.

Carl's a beautiful person.

I wish he was
still working here.

Ah. Cleaning lady's upstairs,

Mrs. Caponogro.
Thank you, Larry.

Why isn't he still working here?
They caught him

going into somebody's apartment
when the people weren't there.

Yeah? They catch him
stealing anything?

Not to my knowledge,

but you can't be going
into people's apartments

when they're not there.

That's across the board. Mm.

What apartment?

18D. Ashford's.

Carl was convinced they had

some kind of illegal
operation going on,

and he was determined
to bust it up.

Something about a stolen cello.

He was all set to be a hero
when they fired him.

18D.

Ashford.

Yes, ma'am.

I know that there's gonna
be all kinds of people

hanging around the courthouse.

I was wondering
you come with me?

They won't let me
in the grand jury room.

Can you stay with me, at least,
till I get in there?

Of course I can.

Of course.
Uh, let me grab my coat.

NEWSMAN
Though supported by the mayor,

Proposition H
had been questioned...

How you doing?
Hey.

Oh, no.

Coffee's on me, Officer.
The hell you doing?

You know that's
attempted bribery?

I'm just breaking your balls.
Put it in the tip jar.

A Developing story,
Appreciate it.

All New York News
reports from the scene.

A Brooklyn couple
has been arrested

in connection with the theft
of the Steinmuller Stradivarius,

one of only 60 cellos
in the world

made by Antonio Stradivari,

and valued between
three and four million dollars.

The NYPD would like
to thank an alert doorman.

Larry Simic spotted the cello...

Larry Simic?
Did she just say Larry Simic?

To receive
a $50,000 reward...

Larry Simic had nothing
to do with that.

Nick and Shelly, back to you.

We'll be sure to bring you
more on this...

Have a good night,
Charlie. Thanks.

Don't let the cold hit you.

Larry.

I thought you were a stand-up guy, Larry.
It's-it's not

what you think, Carl. No.
It's not?

It's not you taking credit
for what I done?

Please... please
put the gun away.

First, you and me are gonna
find this TV news person

and you're gonna tell her
the truth on who did what.

Put the gun down!

So, that news report
was to entice me? Nice.

Up against the fence.

I knew you were a cop.

Oh, yeah? How's that?

It's in the eyes.

Yeah, I knew you were
checking me out.

I could tell you have
a heightened awareness

of your surroundings.

That's what it's all about
for a cop.

Good to know you pass muster
with him.

Hey, I'm old school.

I used to be skeptical
of a woman on the job,

but not anymore.

Man, well, let me get
this straightened out,

I'd work with you anytime.

Oh, yeah? Great.

Your new partner?

Eh, think he'll work with me?

Not sure. Yeah.

Great job, Larry.

Hell of a job, Larry.

Hell of a job.

Frickin' awesome.

I should be sitting where you're
sitting, you know that? Just sit down.

So, what happened? I flunked the
psych tests at the police academy.

Something about me being,
uh, delusional with narcissistic

tendencies.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

You talked your way
into the Albert woman's home.

Mm-hmm.

Why?
Her son was doing

a brisk trade in
bootleg pharmaceuticals.

I thought it was
time I shut it down.

And then, when the woman

tried to stop you,
you assaulted her.

That was an accident.

We're talking
Class A misdemeanor, right?

That's a 120.00.

Yeah, while in the commission
of a robbery.

160.10, if you're putting it
in your notes.

It doesn't rise to a 160.10.

No way.
It wasn't a robbery.

Carrying an unlicensed firearm
is a Class B felony.

Impersonating a police officer
is a Class A felony.

I wasn't impersonating
a police officer.

I am a police officer.

You're not a police officer.
Why?

Why? Because my name's
not on the duty roster?

It's not a job like
other jobs, you know.

You don't punch in
and punch out.

It's a calling.

It's something you're put
on this earth to do.

We should probably run him
over to the hospital

for a psych evaluation.

I don't need a psych evaluation.

I am completely clear in my mind

on who I am and what it is
that I do.

You know, the funny thing is,
it doesn't matter

what other people think of us.

There's no "us."

Just as many people love us
as hate us.

And whether they love us
or hate us,

they all need us.

A.D.A. Diskant.

Inspector.
I was wondering

when we're likely to hear something.
We already heard.

You can tell your father
he's in the clear.

Put him in the car.

I guess Bunny's more afraid
of you than she is of me.

Maybe unlike you,
she actually has a conscience.

That's all right.

If I made it so that whenever
you think of your father,

you think of him
with this whore,

my work here is done.

Dannemora's a cold place

to be spending
the rest of your life, Kurt.

Dress warm.

Let's go, Walsh.
Let's go.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Four, five shooters
in a town ♪

♪ When the streets
get cold, I'm... ♪

Yeah, Chief. Uh,
I'll head over there

as soon as I, uh, leave the 7-4.

Yes, sir.

Good news about your dad?

Looks like.

Sometimes the truth
has a way of coming out,

even without you
getting involved.

Yeah, I'm glad I didn't have to.

♪ The bottle ♪

♪ Uh, trying to swallow
my pride ♪

♪ All right, all right... ♪

How was school today?
All right.

Anybody say anything about
Career Day yesterday?

They don't think
you're really a cop.

You told them I was,
though, right?

They don't believe me.

SANDEFORD
Mr. Sebastian.

Whoa!

Well, maybe now they will.

Huh?

We're getting a
special ride home.

Come on.
For real?

Hop in, young man.
You, too, young lady.

Oh, my God.

That's so cool.

Hey.
Your father's here, Inspector.

Oh, no, tell him

that I'm bus...

It's all right.

I am so grateful
for what you did, Regina.

I am glad
that it all worked out.

Might have been

a very different outcome

if you hadn't gone to bat
for me with that woman.

"That woman"?
I think she deserves for you

to at least call her
by her name.

I made a mistake, honey.

Back then, I made

a lot of mistakes. No.

Parking in a tow-away zone,
that is a mistake.

What you did
went way beyond that.

See, this is why
I didn't want it

to touch you.

I didn't want it to hurt you.

But it did.

You took your pleasures
where you found them,

felt nowhere near enough shame
to put a crimp

in your evenings
and went on your merry way.

I am sorry, Regina, okay?

You're sorry
I found out what you did.

I knew you left us.

I thought it was
the stress of the job.

At the time and, uh,

for years after,

I thought it was, uh, demands

that we made on you.

I never thought
there was this woman...

Named Angela...

Who either put out

or got sent to jail.

It wasn't like that.

Don't you dare
tell me what it was like.

Hey.

What can I do to make it right?

Absolutely nothing.

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