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Brr. Too cold.

Don't you wish you were a
detective in the early 1900s,

when the victim was found
in a nice mansion

by a warm crackling fireplace

and all ten suspects
were lined up in the study

next to the candlestick?

Come on, New York, all these lights?

- I don't even feel the cold.
- Well, I do.

Hey, what do we got?

Male, white, beaten to a pulp
and robbed of his wallet,

so no name, no address, no age.

- Great.
- But he's still alive?

- Barely.
- Hey, how's he doing?

Severe head trauma.

Let's hope he makes it to the hospital.

Well, there is some good news...

half a dozen people saw it go down.

Well, I'll take 'em.

You go back to the hospital
and try to ID our vic.

Nah, I'm already half-frozen.

Might as well stay and finish the job.

I'll talk to the witnesses.

Thank you, Tracy. Amazing dinner.

Yes, and this tiramisu?

I could eat, I don't know, a dozen more?

I wish she was joking.

Oh, no, I-I know.

I've seen her shovel it in
since I opened this place.

Oh...

Chased with flaming vodka shots?

No, no, no, no.
Let's not talk about our past.

Thank you.

Speaking of, where's Sandi tonight?

Oh, Sandi moved to the city last month

to get into fine dining.

Uh, Sandi is one of our

- Astoria She-Devil Crew friends.
- Oh.

It was so good to see you.

And you. Seriously...

thank you so much for all
of your takeout orders

that you put in during the pandemic.

- I mean, you truly kept us afloat.
- See?

And, Jamie, it is so good
to finally meet you.

- And you.
- Such a dreamboat...

- Oh, my...
- You burn my bistecca every night,

and now you drop my glassware?

- Get it together, Stefano.
- You get out of my face!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Guys, really?

I thought you closed up already.

They're old friends. Relax.

Uh, this is my fiancee

and our chef Mauricio

and his cousin Stefano,

who are always fighting.

Stuff that goes on
in restaurants, I mean,

Eddie knows what I'm talking about.

It was really good to
see you. Good night.

- All right.
- You, too.

Bye.

So, congratulations
on your undergraduate success

and good luck as you prep

for the LSAT because,

unless it's gotten easier
since I took it,

you are all gonna need it.

Just keep in mind,

amid all the coming decisions
about where to apply

and what type of law to practice,

that it is never too early to give back.

Uh, justice cannot prevail
without community,

so perhaps find

a local charity and volunteer.

A favorite of mine

is the Tunnel to Towers Foundation,

- which honors the heroic...
- Bobbi, I got to go.

Sacrifice of the first
responders on 9...

Erin Reagan, you've been served.

Um...

Excuse me for a moment.

What?

The sister of Robert Davis is suing me.

The guy from our office?

She's claiming that
I made him take his own life.

So, Officer Gillson stopped the attack?

Stopped? Try a full-speed run

and a flying leap off a park bench,

knocking a mook down on his sorry ass.

Then the mook got back up,
went after her partner,

and Officer Gillson
stopped that as well.

Boss, this girl is a champ.

And when the perp then tried to flee

and got hit by a passing car,
Officer Gillson did CPR

till paramedics arrived.

That part I could do without.

Well, I'm sure she could have, too.

I'd sure like to shake her hand.

And you will at the press conference,

right after I do.

Where the hell's Garrett?

Right here, sorry for the delay.

Call your contacts, G-Man,
we got a hero on our hands.

Yeah, and please don't say "but."

But... I just got a tip

that our hero comes with a,
shall we say, caveat?

Could you be more vague?

A PrivatelyPlus account.

A what?

PrivatelyPlus is a website

where subscribers pay
to see naked women.

Or men.

Or sometimes feet or hands

or other body parts.

And you know this how?

Because I live in the modern world?

Well, so do I, but in moderation.

So I'm guessing you won't be
clicking the link

I just sent the three of you.

I get the concept.

Don't look at me either.

I mean, I want to, but I won't.

Oh, for God's sake...

Wow, she's...

And not just hands and feet.

From a parade to walking papers.

Sorry, Carlie.

She's getting fired for this?

Cops have been canned for
posing for nudie mags before.

Hell, we've dinged some people

for dancing in uniform on TokTik.

- TikTok.
- That, too.

But Officer Gillson isn't
in uniform in the images.

Isn't identified as a cop.

Uses an alias on the site.
Who would know she's on the job?

Well, whoever tipped you, for starters.

Her heroics make the papers,
everybody will, end of the day.

Your thoughts, Abigail?

I'm...

still thinking them.

Hey.

Aw, we brought each other coffee.

Yeah, we did.

I thought you probably had
a late night at the hospital.

- Figured you could use some warming up.
- That's true.

Any luck with the vic?

Well, he's in a coma at the hospital,

but I did find some Lion King
ticket stubs in his pocket.

I tracked them down
to a Bill Duckworth, 43.

He's in town on vacation
from Kansas City

with his family,
who are now at his bedside.

Sounds like you did better than me.

I mean, the witnesses all concurred

the perp was wearing
a black puffer jacket

with a blue hoodie
and expensive sneakers...

So it's unanimous.

No. Not when it comes to the face.

Then we get "Male, Black,
30s with braids."

"Male, Asian, ran right by me."

"Male, white, middle-aged for sure."

"Female, Hispanic,
looked me right in the eyes."

So, are all of our witnesses
lying, or are they just racist?

Probably neither.

I mean, some of them did identify people

of their own race.

It just seemed like
they were filling in the blanks

- when it came to the faces.
- A lot of people do

go off half-cocked these days.

Yeah, the problem for us is,

if we put the cuffs on the wrong person,

then they're gonna go half-cocked on us.

Well, I guess we're up a river.

Yeah. Let's grab an oar
and start paddling.

Lieutenant Gormley.

Sergeant Reagan, please sit down.

Everything all right
with Lieutenant Fleming?

Other than being stuck
in court all week, he's fine.

But he did ask me to assess

a situation that's come down
the pike inside FIO.

Must be serious if he called One PP.

Serious, maybe.

Sticky, yeah.

You dined at Marino's last night, right?

You want to explain why?

Eddie knows the owner. So we dropped in.

How does anyone even know?

Intel has eyes and ears on the joint.

- You're joking.
- Nope.

They think heroin, ecstasy
is being shipped here

from Southern Europe inside food crates

and then moved to stash houses
up and down the East Coast.

And they suspect Tracy?

So you're vouching for her?

No. I mean, I just met her.

But she's a friend of Eddie's?

Yeah, whose judgment I trust completely.

Well, as you know, Intel ain't
exactly in the trust business.

And you now are the point man
on the operation.

Why me?

Chatter on the wire last night

had an unidentified male
asking Tracy about you two.

And apparently
they have no idea you're cops.

All right, so I go back in
there, I figure out what's what,

try to get enough to secure
a search warrant.

Right, and as always,
it's on the QT, right?

Can't even tell the wife.

All right.

What are we doing here, Anthony?

Getting some expert advice from someone.

- And here he is now.
- Hi.

Hi.

- Jack, what the hell...?
- Um...

You just mispronounced
"Great to see you, honey."

I've never called you "honey" ever.

It's not too late to start.

And you are a criminal defense attorney,

and this is a civil case.

What we need is
his shark-like instincts.

And Jack agrees with me

- that what we should do is...
- Actually, I, uh,

I, uh, read the complaint
on the way over

and, uh, I changed my mind.

What the hell'd you go and do that for?

Well, what do you...?
Do you want my opinion,

or you just call me just
to rubber-stamp yours?

- Guys...
- Jack, we agreed

that her office should
make her immune from litigation

and she ought to lay low
to protect her campaign.

- Guys, I'm...
- Exactly what I'm tell...

what I'm telling you now

is that the best way
to protect her campaign

is to act like the prosecutor she is

and to go after
Holly Davis tooth and nail.

- Big mistake.
- Hey, guys...

- It's not a big mistake...
- Hi, I'm still here. Hi. Shh.

First of all, Anthony,

immunity or not,
we cannot ignore this lawsuit.

- Exactly.
- Secondly, Jack,

I'm not going to attack a grieving woman

just to look tough.

Do-do you even know the details of this?

Yeah, Anthony told me.

Robert Davis was an
A.D.A. in your office,

a secret drunk.

Six months ago you caught him

throwing cases
for organized crime figures,

you fired him, and then,
um, then he hung himself.

And now you're backstabbing me
with this new opinion of yours.

Which is a hell of a lot
better than doing nothing

- like you want to do, which is nothing.
- Wrong. Wrong-o.

- Okay. Hey, guys.
- If we do that... He's wrong.

Hey...

If we are gonna work together,

you are going to have to play nice.

I'm playing nice.

What?

That was really fun
meeting Tracy last night.

I know. I love her.

I just wish that I saw her more.

Yeah. So, you've never met
her fiancee before?

- Or that weird cousin?
- No.

But they were probably just high.

There was a lot of that back
when we all used to hang out.

- Really?
- Yeah, I mean, I never partook.

Much.

So people didn't care that you're a cop?

Well, I wasn't one back then.

And I rarely tell my friends what I do

'cause the moment they hear "cop,"

they think, "killjoy,
party pooper, narc."

And Tracy didn't want
narcs at her party.

What are you getting at?

- Nothing.
- Really?

'Cause it sounds like
you're accusing my friend

of being a druggie.

No, I'm just saying,
sometimes people dabble

in that stuff and get in deeper
than they meant to.

Well, Tracy would never
do anything to risk

losing her restaurant.

All right. Okay. I'm sorry.

All right. No more accusations?

I just said I dropped it.

Fine. Stop talking about it, then.

Officer Gillson.

Let's have her.

Please have a seat.

If you'd like,
Detective Baker can join us.

Thank you, sir. But not necessary.

So this isn't about the incident
in Prospect Park?

Well, it starts with that.

That was great police work, Officer.

But now I hand in my shield.

The department has rules

about what is acceptable
off duty employment.

Especially if I'm employed buck naked.

It's not specified as such
in the Patrol Guide.

But yeah.

But yeah.

I have gone great lengths
to keep it private.

And yet it has already reached my desk.

The last thing that
I would ever want to do

is dishonor this department.

And anything that comes my way
is something I can handle.

Well, yeah, just ask the
perp from last night.

But still...

moonlighting on the job
comes with restrictions.

PrivatelyPlus doesn't pay its creators,

so technically it is not
a subscription-based site.

I only receive donations from the users.

A distinction without a difference.

If I may?

A friend of mine dared me
to post a few pictures,

and I was gonna
take them down right away,

but it kind of blew up.

And so did the money.

Were you doing this before
you joined the department?

No.

I just started late last year.

Why?

Well, then I'm confused.

I mean, why join the NYPD
if money is that important?

I mean, we're not exactly
famous for our paychecks.

My mom lost her job last year
and her health care,

and a month later was diagnosed
with stage II pancreatic cancer.

I've been there.

I'm very sorry.

Which is what everybody says

because it's basically a death sentence.

And I'll be damned if I don't
get her whatever help she needs.

And it's like you kinda said...

I can't do that on my paycheck alone.

Right this way, Mr. Atkins.

Take a seat right over there.

I didn't attack anyone.

Says the guy wearing the same
outfit witnesses described

and who started throwing punches

when patrol officers came up to you.

Hell I did. They beat my ass
'cause I'm Black.

No, they apprehended you

because you beat some tourist's ass.

Matching another assault you committed

at the same exact spot a year ago.

That was some beef with a guy I know.

They said this was a robbery.

Well, maybe you're branching out.

And maybe I'm only here because
of the color of my skin.

Now, why does everything got
to be about color these days?

It's only "these days" to you people.

"You people"? I thought
we can't say that anymore.

You can't.

And I thought police reform
was supposed to

keep your foot off my neck!

You're here because you have

priors for similar crimes,

and you're wearing the same clothes

as the attacker, and you have

an active bench warrant for a
shoplifting arrest last year.

Which means
you'd be here no matter what.

Fighting with cops and having
a bad attitude's just a bonus.

Okay.

I've made some mistakes. Some bad ones.

And, yeah, I got into it with the cops

'cause I had a few beers after work.

But that's what I am now...
a working man.

After my last stretch,

I got a job apprenticing for a plumber.

I missed my court appearance

'cause I was on a gig
out in Locust Point.

Okay.

Where were you
two nights ago at 10:00 p.m.?

I was walking home
from the Low-Line Bar.

In the puffy jacket with the blue
hoodie, and the nice sneakers,

right in the path of where the
robbery and assault took place.

'Cause I live around the corner.
Check my address.

You're under arrest, Mr. Atkins.

But I'm innocent!

You're under arrest
for the bench warrant.

While you sit at Rikers,

we'll see if this other thing sticks.

Hey.

Oh, my God. First him and now you?

- Him who?
- Your hot hubby.

He was here, like, 20 minutes ago.

It is so exciting that you guys
might invest in this place.

Invest? I mean,

I thought he'd wait for me,

but apparently he spilled the beans.

Well, he wanted to look at the books

and the cash flow, but...

I told him Mauricio
would have to okay that.

So, how did you meet Mauricio?

It was just before the pandemic.

And he came in to eat,

and he started giving me
pointers on the menu...

Oh, well, that is like foreplay to you.

Oh, God, you know me.

Yeah, so, um, we hooked up,

and I made him chef
and then he proposed.

Did his cousin come with the deal?

Uh, he brought Stefano over from Sicily

like a month later.

I-I put up with their fighting

because they really did
zhuzh this place up.

Uh, and speak of the devil...

Hey. Eddie, yes?
Sorry about the other night.

Oh, hey, well, the way you cook,
all is forgiven.

You I like.

Her friend Sandi said
I ruined this place.

Ran off to Jersey or something.

Anyway, we got to, uh, open, so, um,

enough with the hen party?

I thought that you said
that Sandi moved to the city.

Who knows? I mean, she
was always such a flake.

- But, um, I'll see you later, okay?
- Okay.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Still pissed I called Jack, huh?

You put me in the middle, Anthony.

Well, there wouldn't have been
a middle if he didn't try to

convince you to attack Holly Davis.

Oh, so now it's his fault?

You've been saying that
about him for years.

- Can't I have a go at it?
- You're like a child.

- The two of you.
- Yeah, fine.

But you're gonna take my advice, right?

'Cause his is dumb.

You know he said the same
exact thing about you

on my way in today?

Yeah, well, he's wrong and I'm right.

Keep your head down about this lawsuit

and it's not gonna hurt your campaign,

your job or anything else.

Sydney, what's going on?

I'm transferring to another bureau.

- What?
- Robert was my mentor and a friend.

And now I find out he killed
himself because you fired him?

Sydney,

the guy had his own problems,
I'm sorry to say.

Well, I now have a problem
working for the woman

who kicked him out
when he needed help the most.

And you know? I'm not the only one.

Captain... Hey, good morning.

Oh, no, it's a doozy.

My kid's sick with the flu

and my dog took a dump
on my newly-cleaned carpet.

Yikes.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Janko, don't ask me if you can ask me.

- Just ask me, you know?
- Okay. Okay, okay.

Back when you were married
and your ex was on the job,

did he ever grill you about
any of your girlfriends?

Oh, so Jamie grills you about yours.

I didn't say that.

Need to work on your poker face, Janko.

And, yes, Steve grilled me
about my girlfriends,

but only if they were hot
and he wanted to bang 'em.

But Jamie would never.

Uh... he did insinuate

that she might be up to no good.

Oh, so it's an FIO thing.

- You think?
- Oh, yeah.

Their boss Fleming... he loves
sniffing out wrongdoers.

Maybe it rubbed off on Jamie.

I'm gonna do some sniffing of my own

and find out why they're
so focused on my friend.

Okay. So you tell me that,
and now I'm complicit,

and now I've got Fleming on my ass, too?

Oh, geez.

Why don't you just tell me you're
planning on killing someone?

We can share a cell at Sing Sing.

Well, despite Garrett's
best efforts, the dam broke.

Do I even want to know the headlines?

"Stop and Frisky" kinda wins.

- Circus never leaves town.
- No.

But she left with her shield,

so I assume she held her own with you.

More than.

Time's up.

Honestly, I'm still
not sure what I think.

At first I was with Sid...

yeah, this looks bad for the department.

Then I started wondering, why exactly?

So she's naked, so what?

Aren't we all a couple times a day?

Well, not for all the world to see.

If it bothers you, don't look.

Oh, I looked at 'em.

Pretty good pictures.

She's very photogenic.

Her pictures are tasteful and
she looks entirely comfortable.

And I'm not gonna be a hypocrite here.

Brad Pitt drops trou in his next movie,

I'm first in line at the theater.

Abigail, I'm not a prude,

but I am charged with
protecting this department.

And you do a great job of it.

And back in the day this might have been

a huge deal, but times change.

And not everybody looks
at the same calendar.

True that.

But yours needs to be turned
at least to the current month.

Okay. If you're so smart...

why don't you be commissioner for a day

and you make the call?

Oh, not on your life.

Good night, sir.

I don't know.

You know, I should probably

prefer our ancestors'
million different variations

on the humble potato,

but I choose Chinese takeout any day.

My mouth has never been happier.

I'm sorry, that came out weird.

- Yeah.
- Mm.

But appropriate. Dad, yea or nay?

Yea?

That's it? Just a meager yea?

Maybe Dad's busy thinking about
that naked lady cop thing.

- Ooh.
- Hmm.

If I'm thinking about Carlie Gillson,

I have to see 360 around it.

And half, she's a damn fine cop.

"Fine" being the operative word.

And half, she's potentially
a huge distraction

wherever her tours may take her.

So, does she stay or does she go?

I'm mulling it.

What's there to mull?

I mean, how long before the distraction

cancels the skills?

Oh, come on. What are
we in, Downton Abbey?

And PrivatelyPlus
isn't just for young women.

You know, they got all sorts
of categories...

guys, girls, bikini,

fully nude.

They've even got women
as old as you two.

Excuse us?

I just mean older than myself.

Uh-huh.

Sounds like you're a real expert
on these websites, son.

- Yeah, I heard of 'em.
- Uh-huh.

Tap-dance all you want, kid.

Yeah, 'cause, uh,

it's a little too late
to take the Fifth.

Point is...

What is the point there, Sean?

- Please.
- Give it to us.

That nudity isn't such a big deal

to people who grew up with the Internet.

You know, it's like,

"I wonder what this person
looks like naked."

Cool. Moving on.

Really, that ho-hum?

- Yeah.
- All right. Well...

you might have a point.

The Internet has changed
our views of privacy

and movies, music, and everything else.

So why not modesty?

Well, I would like to go on record

and say that I know a lot of old people

who have never had any problem
taking it all off.

What now?

Excuse me?

Pop, now is not the time...?

It's not something I'm ashamed of.

Huh.

Your mother wasn't either.

Uh... what the hell is happening?

This has taken a turn.

Betty and I once went to a nudist camp.

Whoa!

Okay, check, please.

- Okay.
- Oh... no.

Sunshine Lakes, in the Poconos.

A week. I never felt so free.

Pop, we're eating.

- We were eating.
- Yeah, but wait.

How did you know he was
gonna say something?

Well...

I found a brochure in an old trunk.

Worst day of my life.

And now it's the worst day of our lives.

Uh, am I too young
to have a heart attack?

First, we find out Gramps
used to like to smoke pot,

now we find out he used
to run around the beaches naked.

With Grandma.

Yeah.

I'm a man of many contradictions.

Yeah, well, we didn't want
any contradictions.

No, we just want our fully
clothed grandpa back.

Proud of yourself?

I am.

Amazing.

It's a gorgeous two-and-two,
move-in ready

and walking distance to Lincoln Cent...

Mr. Vick, let me call you back.

What the hell are you doing here?

Hoping you'll talk to me.

No, I'm calling my attorney.

Please, Ms. Davis,
I know this is unorthodox

and probably really stupid

since I'm the respondent in this case.

But there are things you need to know.

You killed Robert.

What else is there?

Your brother took his own life.

Because you fired him.

Only after I discovered he was
involved with a drug cartel

run by a very dangerous man
named Manny Vargas.

Did you know that?

And it was Robert's gambling debts

that let Vargas get his claws in him.

And Robert would routinely
have multiple martinis at lunch

and come back to court half in the bag.

Robert was deeply compromised.

And all of that will come out in court

for the whole world to hear.

You're coming in here with this crap

to try and save your ass.

Yeah, I am looking out for myself. Sure.

But I am also looking out for a woman

who is deeply in pain after
a terribly tragic decision

that her brother made.

He made a lot of 'em.

But... he was a good man.

Yeah.

And I know that person, too.

I worked side by side
with him for years.

So...

what now?

That's...

totally up to you.

If you want to go to court,
I will meet you there.

Or we could...

keep talking about Robert
and the good man he was.

The way he deserves to be remembered...

Lieutenant, what's this?

A wrinkle...

caught on the wire last night

at Marino's asking
a bunch of her own questions.

You went back?

Yeah, because you...

Officer Janko, when
it's your turn to talk,

I'll let you know, okay?

Right now I want to know
why your husband broke

FIO's rule on confidentiality.

Except I didn't.

Reagans don't spill stuff to each other?

Yeah, right.

And me and your old man

do Pilates every day at lunchtime.

Sir, he-he's right.
He didn't tell me anything.

Boss, let her explain, please,
because I'd like to know.

I went back under my own steam

because my friend is being weird

and her fiancee's even weirder.

And then when
Jamie started acting weird,

I knew it had to be work-related.

And my guess is, it has
something to do with drugs?

See? My wife. And a damn good cop.

Yeah. Now she has to leave.

Even though I have an idea
how to get to the bottom of it?

Let me help out,
I'll tell you what it is.

Dr. Patel to Radiology.

Dr. Patel to Radiology.

Ms. Duckworth, we understand

your husband came out of his coma?

He did. He's gonna be okay.

- Great.
- I was just calling my kids.

Mr. Duckworth,

I'm Detective Reagan,
my partner Detective Baez.

We've been working your case.

Tell me you caught the guy.

We have a suspect in
custody on another charge,

but we need a positive ID

to charge him with assaulting you.

Take all the time you need.

I don't need any. It's not them.

The kid was white.

That's who robbed you?

He robbed me, too?

God, this whole city's a sewer.

Can you tell us exactly what happened?

Whatever you can remember?

Look, I didn't want to come here,

but my family wanted to see
a couple of shows.

Of course I'm the one paying for
the tickets, the crappy hotel.

I only went out that night
to find a market

'cause the room service
prices were so outrageous.

So you went out, you got attacked.

Did this guy say anything?

No, he-he just bumped into me,
so I say, "Excuse me,"

and he just goes off, like totally nuts.

When you say he was a kid...?

College-aged.

His pals called him Spencer,

and they must have been
in a frat 'cause I saw

Greek letters tattooed on his hand.

A white frat boy named Spencer...

The last place we were looking.

So, Sandi, you lied to Tracy

when you told her that you were quitting

to join a restaurant in Manhattan?

To get into fine dining?

I was scared.

We had so much fun
till she met Mauricio.

And then they started
partying day and night,

and then he goes on a firing spree,

and then a week after Stefano arrives,

I saw the two of them in a
walk-in freezer opening a food crate

and I saw what was inside.

Was Tracy with them?

No, but there were drugs everywhere.

She had to know.

Any decisions regarding Officer Gillson

will not be made from our locker rooms

or RMPs

or the bars after tour...

Ten-hut!

Sorry for the interruption, Sergeant.

Sir.

Thank you.

As you were.

I am aware that Officer Gillson...

is currently working nights.

And I am also aware

that there just might be
a lot of opinions

concerning a certain issue.

So let's have 'em.

Well,
I think she's doing a terrific job...

- All right,
- one at a time, please.

Officer...?

Justin, sir.

Officer Justin, and speak up.

Sir, the fact that she's
out on patrol right now

is a joke.

How? By being a great cop?

'Cause that's the only thing
that matters.

Yeah, Commissioner,
he doesn't speak for me.

I've done a million tours with
Gillson, and she's top-notch.

Yeah, but now the public's
gonna be making eyes at her

- and every other woman on the job.
- Thank you.

Like we're not getting
dissed enough out there already.

It's gonna be a sideshow
every time she's out there,

and everybody knows it.

Come on!
How long till all this blows over?

A day? If it ever blows over...

All right.

Uh, Officer Martinez...

Officer Martinez, you were...

her partner in Prospect Park
the other night.

What's your take?

That she saved my neck.

I didn't know about this other
stuff till yesterday,

and I couldn't care less.

Carlie's a hero in my book.

Pretty much all of us, sir.

Except the ones who can
see how bad this ends.

Spencer Holland?

Yeah.

Okay, first things first.

Put that down.

- Step back over here.
- Second of all,

we want to talk to you about an assault

that occurred in the
Theater District last week.

Let's see your hands.

Any tattoos?

Looks like a frat tattoo to me.

Yeah, I feel bad about that dude.

So you admit you attacked him?

The guy was some hick
and got in my face,

but it was all me.

I blew a midterm that day and some...

chick on Bumble ghosted me,
so I went out and got hammered.

And then you hammered
a complete stranger

- and stole his money?
- I needed money to keep drinking.

Why not his?

- Oh, delightful.
- Yeah.

So I'm going to jail now, huh?

Sure looks that way.

Can I put on real shoes?
It's just right there.

Go ahead.

Well, that was easy. Case closed.

Not quite.

Police! Don't move!

You two, stop!

Where's Tracy? Where is she?

I have no idea.

Scumbag out of here.

Police!

Drop the knife! Drop it right now!

Put it down.

Detective.

Cuff him up.

Tracy's not running.

Yeah?

But if she is, I'll find her.

Cracked this one open,
though, all because of you.

Told you I didn't do it.

Yeah, you did.
But you did have a warrant.

But I didn't do it.

I know.

I'm sorry I didn't hear it.

- It's 'cause I'm Black?
- No, it's not.

It's 'cause I'm a cop.

Both things can be true.

Look, I learned very early on
that bad guys come

in all shapes, sizes and colors.

Black and white.

Good guys, too.

But...?

But I also learned
that nobody can do this job

without letting their personal feelings

about race and other things
get involved sometimes.

We all make mistakes.

Me included.

And we can all do better.

Anyway...

Sorry I couldn't hear it.

And I really wish you luck
turning your life around.

Is this supposed to make
everything all better?

No.

I'm not sure I can.

But maybe if you believe
I'm telling you the truth,

I don't know...

maybe somehow that can
keep things from getting worse.

$1.4 million in cash and drugs.

Gormley said to say, "Great job."

Except that Tracy betrayed me.

You know, we should just go home.

I don't really feel
like drinking tonight.

Girl, I know I did not
just hear those words

come out of your mouth.

What...? I thought that you-you...

Ran off? No way.

I may have scheduled the raid
for before she came to work,

and after we reviewed
what we had on the wire,

realized she wasn't involved,

I decided to ask her out with us.

You thought that she was innocent, too.

I wouldn't go that far,
but she was your friend,

so I rolled the dice.

I'll take it.

Hey...!

Astoria She-Devil Crew!

Excuse me, can we get

three flaming vodka shots, please?

Actually, we have a lot to celebrate.

Can you make those doubles, please?

Ooh!

Now we need to talk
about your taste in men.

Yeah, not great.

- It's not great.
- Whatever, it's not, it's not great.

It's not great, right?

- Hi.
- Jack.

Congratulations.

I heard that, uh, Holly Davis
dropped her lawsuit,

and I knew that that wasn't
because you followed my advice.

I can't do things the way you do.

At least Anthony can't gloat

'cause I know that you didn't
take his advice either.

He meant well, I mean, as did you,

even though that pains me to say.

So...

are you gonna stay outside,
or do you want to come in?

Um, probably not the best idea.

Oh, is it the sweats?

You're not into my sweats?

No, I'm-I'm into the sweats.

Um...

You said that you and me
didn't work these days.

Well... I have been known
to be wrong from time to time.

I'm sorry, did...
did my ears just screw up?

You know what I mean.

Yeah, it's-it's, uh,

it's probably still not the best idea.

Well, we have had worse.

Right?

Um, you know what?

Just c-call me anytime
you need help, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Uh, good night, Erin.

Good night.

Officer Gillson is here.

Let's have her.

Okay, but let's be careful.

Okay. Copy that.

Please.

Commissioner.

Have a seat.

Thanks for coming up.

Of course.

Beat me to the punch, in fact.

That's not how I wanted this to go.

Only way it can.

Look...

I know firsthand how brutal
the papers can be

to anyone on the job, but...

It's not that... sir.

Then what?

I mean, yeah.

It's no fun seeing my name

and my photos splashed everywhere.

But when news got out,

my followers went through the roof.

Doubled, tripled...

still counting.

And with it, their donations.

In amounts that I can't turn down.

You can put that back on.

I can't give up the side gig.

I have 35,000 cops under my command.

What they do on their own time
is none of my business

unless they're breaking the law,
which you are not.

So you're forbidding me to quit?

I am.

I can't afford to lose any cops,
let alone an exceptional one.

Thank you, sir.

And if...

anyone comes at you
with this personal stuff,

let your partner handle it.

Save your adrenaline
for the folks who need you.

Copy that, sir.

And...

maybe could we...

just skip the formalities today?

Just...

do your job.

Come home safe.

Thank you, sir.