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- Previously on East New York...
- My name is Regina Haywood.

We, all together,
are going to stem this violence

in East New York.

Why'd you volunteer to do this, Quinlan?

Because I think this is a good idea.

Gonna wait a long time
for that elevator.

Been busted going on a month.

If we buy this place, we should

do something different
with the bar menu,

you know, like not the
usual nachos and sliders.

I need to see your apartment.

Please tell me that lame-ass
line has never worked before,

because you've got no game whatso...

Pump the brakes, Brandy.

I'm taking the other unit in Ruskin

Gardens, and I want
a look at your layout.

Oh.

Girl, I know
you're not about to stand us up.

I'm on my way. I'm just stuck
in really bad traffic.

Aah!

Traffic, huh?

Look,

you just get here before the cake comes.

Unless you want me blowing out
your birthday candles

and making that wish for you.

Oh, so cold. I'll see you soon.

Look, now, I said I was on my way...

You have a collect call from...

Green Haven Correctional Facility.

Lamonte Jacobs.

Do you accept the charges?

Yes.

Hello, Regina.

- Quinlan. Hey.
- Yeah.

The guys and I are headed to
Goody's for a drink. You want to join?

- Oh, no, I already got plans. Sorry.
- Oh, yeah?

- Hot date?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna grab some Chinese food

from my favorite place
around the corner.

Crawl into bed, watch TV

and, if I'm lucky, I am asleep by 10:00.

Add in a cat and a Snuggie
and you're my 75-year-old grandmother.

Okay, you can mock it all
you want, but, you know what,

I am getting eight hours
of uninterrupted sleep tonight.

- Okay. Rain check?
- Sure.

All right.

To what do I owe this honor, Lamonte?

It's been a long time
since I heard your voice.

Lieutenant Haywood.

It's "Deputy Inspector Haywood" now.

You know, I miss our talks.

Today is a special day.

- How so?
- You know

the Court of Appeals shut me down.

Last month. I did hear that, yeah.

Stare decisis.

All that time spent
in the prison library

trying to prove
prosecutorial misconduct,

witness tampering.

You managed to learn
a thing or two about the law.

Yeah, but I still lost, didn't I?

I'm sure that's a hard thing
for a man like you to accept.

It was. But, you know,
today, I had a breakthrough.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

You know, I realized I was
looking at this loss all wrong.

It's actually a victory, is what it is.

How so?

I'm free. I'm not angry anymore.

Restitution...

is the name of the game from now on.

I wanted
to thank you for helping me see that.

Have a good night, Regina.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Oh, yo, here come the cop.

I'm not a cop right now.

All right? I'm just a tenant,
and I am politely asking you guys

to please turn down the music.

In that case, no.

Cop.

Come on, I'm asking nicely.

What's so nice about you
barging into our living room

without so much as a knock on the door?

Last I checked, this is the front yard.

Exactly. Our living room.

Hey-o, hey-o. Look, look, look.

What you about to do?

- Seriously?
- What you about to do?

- And I got more, too.
- Guys, come on,

people have work in the morning,

and they need to get
a good night's sleep.

Yet you the only one
out here complaining.

- Cop.
- Ooh.

- Oops.
- Ooh!

- My bad.
- Oh, she wild

for that. She crazy for that.

- She wild right now.
- Look at her face.

- Look at her face.
- You know what?

I am a cop.

And I'm writing you
a desk appearance ticket.

For what?

Well, that was a noise code violation.

And I'm guessing you're under 21,

which means that you three smartasses

have been furnishing
a minor with alcohol,

which is a misdemeanor offense
with a $250 fine attached.

- Yo, you're really a bitch-ass cop.
- For real.

Keep on talking
and I'll write you one, too.

- Get going off somewhere.
- Like, watch out.

Go get it. Go get the ticket, cop.

Move it. Who cares?

- Oink, oink!
- Bye!

It was not my idea!

It was so your idea.

Ann. Excuse me. Ann, back me up.

- It was your idea.
- Boom.

Traitor.

"It's Montell Jordan, guys!"

- No.
- "Ooh! Boys II Men!

Oh, we have to get backstage!"

You were desperate
to meet Nathan Morris.

- Yes. Montell, too! Montell, too!
- Oh, my gosh.

And Sabrina was
the only one you could convince...

...to slide through that gate
that led to the backstage.

Only for security to come
and kick us all out.

How much were those tickets?

What? Oh, this birthday dinner's on me?

- Okay. No, that's okay.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪

- ♪ To you ♪
- Oh...!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Ah!

♪ Dear Regina ♪

Aw!

- ♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
- Ah!

Thank you. Thank you.

Aw, happy birthday!

I love y'all.

We love you, too.

Reg.

Hey, uh,
sorry to break up the festivities.

Who died?

Deputy Inspector Haywood,
U.S. Marshal David Westlake.

Lamonte Jacobs called you
from Green Haven

Correctional Facility
earlier this evening.

Do you typically accept
collect calls from inmates?

When I think I might
get something from them,

like a confession, um... sure.

What was that call about?

About a month ago,
Jacobs lost his appeal.

I was the cop who collared him.

He wanted to let me know
he finally accepted it.

Seeing that prison calls are recorded,
you already know all this.

So why are you here?

Regina, when, uh,
Jacobs hung up with you, he...

went back to his cell
and faked a suicide attempt.

Faked? What do you mean, "faked"?

He was being transported to
Vassar Brothers Medical Center

when he broke free of his restraints,

and then he stabbed the EMT
and the ambulance driver.

Jacobs is probably halfway
to Canada by now.

Why the hell are you wasting
your time talking to me?

- What...
- Except he's not. Jacobs ditched

the ambulance, carjacked a Prius.

We found the Prius abandoned underneath

the L train at Livonia and Rockaway.

Jacobs... is in East New York?

Happy birthday, Regina.

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Forensics is collecting
evidence on the Prius now.

We should know more within the hour.

Both the ambulance driver and the EMT

were killed with a blade from
a razor he must've smuggled out.

This prison break didn't
just happen on the fly.

So my guess is,
the second Jacobs lost his appeal,

he put his plan into motion.

So the EMT and the ambulance driver

are only going to be the first of
many casualties we're going to see.

We set up a hotline...
Calls are already rolling in...

As well as a social media page

asking the public to post
any intel they have.

We got every precinct

in the borough sending
additional resources as well.

Good. We're gonna need them.

You think she had a hot date?

Aren't you the one always telling me

- mind my own damn business?
- Can't remember

the last time I was on a date.

Guess I'm living vicariously.

You smell like a damn brewery.

I had a couple of beers
at the end of my shift.

I wasn't expecting
to get called back in.

- None of us did.
- All right, everyone.

Lamonte Jacobs is one of the biggest,

baddest drug kingpins
Brooklyn has ever seen.

Bed-Stuy, Brownsville, Crown Heights,

Cypress Hill and East New York.

His reach was far and wide.

- Oh, boy, is this really happening?
- In 2017,

when I was a lieutenant at the 7-3,

I collared Lamonte Jacobs

for the murder of rival
drug dealer Carlos Sanchez.

Jacobs was serving a
life sentence in prison

without parole at Green Haven
Correctional Facility,

where he escaped.

Any idea why he'd risk getting pinched

by making a pit stop in East New York?

Money. Passports. Help
getting across the border.

Lamonte might have been locked up,

but his associates
still have skin in the game.

Okay. So who's helping him?

We have a few initial leads
that we're working on right now.

I knew Jacobs from back in the day.

I see you have his baby mama,
Ava Martinez,

and their son, Drew Jacobs',
photo on the board.

Do you think Ava might be helping him?

Ava eventually married. She
and Drew moved to Stony Brook.

We have local PD en route
to her home right now.

That's one hell of a wake-up call.

And it's not just business associates

and family we need to be worried about.

Lamonte Jacobs wasn't your average
drug-pushing dealer.

This man took care
of his East New York community.

Paid for people's rents when they were

being evicted,
he gave money to public schools.

And he had a bunch of businesses
that were legit.

At least two still exist today.

So be careful.

A lot of people in the community,

they look at him as a
drug dealer with a heart.

Mm. That's an oxymoron.

Which is why, until we capture Jacobs,

we rule out no one.

U.S. Marshal David Westlake,
he'll take it from here.

- Chief. Captain.
- All right.

The U.S. Marshals Office
has already notified

major airports, buses, Border Patrol.

We need you to put the word out
on the street.

Contacts can be incredibly helpful.

- So lean on them.
- All right.

You heard the marshal.
Let's get to work!

Let's put the word out on the street!
Do some leaning!

Stan, where are we
with tracking down Ava and Drew?

Ava's cell went straight to voice mail.

Local PD knocked.

- Nobody home.
- That's never a good sign.

Find out if Ava's mom
is still alive. She and Drew

might've gone to her house
for the night.

What about Ava's work?

She owns a salon in the city.
Opens at 8:00.

I'll go by the salon
before heading to Green Haven.

If she doesn't know
about Jacobs' escape,

I want to be the one to tell her.

- Okay, Regina, but...
- Detective Killian,

I know it's his day off,
but he's gonna have to...

He's my next call.

Okay, and in the meantime,

let Detective Morales
know she's riding with me.

- Regina.
- Chief,

I'm two steps ahead of you. I got a car

on my house, but I really
don't think Jacobs

is in East New York for me.

He called you before he escaped.

Jacobs isn't some thug drug dealer.

He's a businessman.

He's smart, calculated.
I've studied him for years.

It's not in his DNA to go after the cop.

Okay, the second this thing get hairy...

I promise I will let you know.

Now if you don't mind,
I'd like to change without an audience.

- Okay.
- Stan?

Can you put this in the fridge
with my name on it?

Yeah.

Red velvet, my favorite.

Don't even think about it.

Stan!

Looks good.

Is that my underwear?!

Pig!

That's my Stones shirt!

Serves you right.

Excuse me?

Ticketing those tenants.

Shame on you.

Well, they were being disrespectful.

- No, they weren't.
- You were.

Well, I'm sorry you see it that way.

I'm not the only one.

No one wants you here.

You're a nuisance.

Treating us like witnesses
in your little investigations

or ticketing us
like criminals in our homes.

Leave.

You don't seem
surprised about Lamonte's escape.

Lamonte has been looking for a way out
since the day he went in.

Still, it takes a lot of hubris and help

to think you can pull
off a prison break.

My ex has both.

And I'm sure him losing
his appeal gave him

all the ammunition he needed
to bust out of there.

You knew he lost the appeal?

He asked me to write a letter
to the Court of Appeals on his behalf.

- Did you?
- Yes.

So you were hoping he'd get out?

No, but, my ex still
has people on the outside.

I felt I had a better chance
of seeing my son's 11th birthday

if I played ball.

Is that why you two are here?

You think I helped Lamonte escape?

Nobody is saying that.

Mommy?

I'm thirsty. Can I have some soda?

There are juice boxes
in the fridge, baby.

Chips?

Grandma will be here
soon to take you to brunch.

Where were you this morning?

Cops knocked, no one was home.

My husband was out of town on business.

So Drew and I stayed
at my friend Shellie's house.

- You're free to call her.
- We will.

Was the letter the last time
you talked to Lamonte?

No. After he lost his appeal,

he wanted me to bring Drew to see him.

He wanted to say goodbye.

You didn't think that was odd?
The kid's ten years old.

Lamonte wanted Drew
to have a normal life.

He didn't want him
to be burdened by the fact

that his father was behind bars.

Looking back...

Looking back, did Lamonte
mention anybody who's still in the game

who might've helped him escape
or help him now that he's out?

No.

Detective Morales,
why don't you give us a minute?

Can you help me with this?

Mm-hmm.

- So Jacobs was your white whale?
- Yeah.

It got me promoted to
lieutenant, special assignment.

Promotion like that comes
with a lot more money.

Money has its perks,
but Jacobs is a ruthless killer.

It was about getting him off the street.

Wait, this is addressed
to Lamonte Jacobs,

- but there's no return address.
- Let's see.

My son has a bike like this.

The second I took off the
training wheels, he broke his arm.

My ex still brings it up
every time we fight.

Whoa, you have a son? How old is he?

- Seven going on 17.
- Wow.

Do you think that bird is
Jacobs fleeing the coop?

I'm not sure.

You get anything from Ava?

Just that she's happily married
and her husband

very much loves her son.

I don't think she has anything
to do with Jacobs' escape.

You believe her?

- I do.
- 'Cause she wouldn't be

the first woman to go back to an ex.

You know how many times

I went back to my ex, before
I finally ended it for good?

Yeah?

When there's a kid involved,
it complicates things.

Well, there are U.S. Marshals
on the salon and Ava's home.

So if he goes anywhere
near them, we'll know it.

- "The Doctrine of Star... "?
- No.

"Stare Decisis."

"To stand by things decided."

It's a legal principle that determines

points in litigation based on precedent.

Okay.

Why would Jacobs be reading this?

Jacobs did everything he could
to overthrow the verdict.

He's the kind of criminal who
looks from every single angle,

so we really have to search this
place top to bottom, you know?

Inspector?

Yes?

What?

You sure Lamonte Jacobs isn't
in East New York for you?

I'm thinking we should pull
you back from this case.

Yeah, I can't disagree, Regina.

We also might need some extra
security at your apartment.

Maybe even put you up at a hotel.

I don't think these news articles
are about me. Hear me out.

According to the guards at Green
Haven Correctional, Jacobs spent

most all of his time in the prison
library, going over his appeal.

Poring through anything and
everything he could get his hands on.

So you think that all
these news articles

was Jacobs doing his due
diligence in regard to his case?

Yes, the articles

got me thinking
about who might have helped

Jacobs escape, and who
is continuing to help him

stay hidden now that he's out.

A lot of big players,
from back in the day,

they showed up in support
of Jacobs during his trial.

Look at that right there.

See that? Right there.

- Oh, wow, that's Moon and Bird.
- Yeah.

Moon Sr. got clipped
shortly after Jacobs went in.

Bird Sr., he's serving
time in Sing-Sing.

Not seeing how a dead guy
and an incarcerated guy

helped Jacobs escape.

Okay. These men

have sons who are running things now

that their daddies
are out of the picture.

Alex Bird and James Moon.

- What's with that?
- And this? It's the maple leaf.

That's the symbol on the Canadian flag.

I think...

Alex Bird...
and James Moon are helping Jacobs

secure funds and a passport
before he heads to Canada.

That's a hell of a theory

based on a picture of a bird and a moon.

We all know that prison cells
are routinely searched.

So whoever sketched this drawing

did it on the back of this photo

of Jacobs' son because

they didn't want to send off
alarm bells to the guards

that Jacobs was up to something.

If you're right, we got
to get this James Moon,

this Alex Bird, and like
he says, lean on them hard.

That's right. Yeah?

- Excuse me. Killian just got in.
- Great.

Have him and Morales talk to Pastor Rae.

And have Bentley and Sandeford
talk to Alex Bird.

Why-Why are we talking to the pastor?

Pastor Rae was the last person
who visited Jacobs

before he broke out of jail.

He might be able to give us something

that could help us find Jacobs

before he kills anyone else.

Lamonte Jacobs escaped from prison?

It's the first time
I'm hearing about it.

Come on, Bird, it's hard to believe,
considering that we know

that Jacobs
called you at least four times

last month while he was still in prison.

Last I checked, talking to someone
on the phone isn't a crime.

Yeah, but harboring a fugitive is.

No, I'm not harboring anyone.

Now unless you plan
on charging me for something...

Hey, hey.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Guess we're gonna
have to sit on him and wait to see

if Jacobs shows up.

You see that box
that was just delivered?

It contains ink tanks. 156 milliliter

high-capacity ink tanks to be exact.

Which is definitely not compatible
with that printer right there.

Why you talking to me about ink?

The only printer I know of

that requires that type of ink
is for making passports.

And last I checked, the only
people that are supposed

to be making passports work
at the Department of State.

- You're sure that's the ink?
- I'm sure.

I had an uncle that worked
at the Department of State.

He took me to work once to show me
how they make passports.

Bird has the capacity
to make fake passports.

Could be why Jacobs is in East New York.

So we get a warrant?

No, no, we need more than
ink to get a warrant.

You got another uniform in your locker?

Yeah, why?

I've never actually been
inside one of these.

I've been in a lot of them.

Comprehensiveness in conducting
a search sometimes requires it.

Yeah, I can see where
that could be the case.

Oh!

It's not too attractive, the kind
of things you find in here though.

It's good you elected without being told

to be the one going in.

Shows character.

- That what it shows?
- Also it's important

that a police officer
is not easily nauseated.

This it?

Yeah, that's it.

Drop it in there.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

The Baptist Church of Hope was
Lamonte's mother's second home.

She was a Sunday school teacher here.

So when Lamonte asked me to come
visit him at Green Haven, I...

I figured I owed it
to his mom, you know?

God rest her soul.

She passed away last year.

Oh, of course, we understand that.

Is there a more private place
we can talk?

I really don't think I can
be much more help, Detective.

Well, we just have a few more questions.

Uh, sure.

I still can't believe Lamonte escaped.

Yeah, us, neither.

Yeah, so, uh, when you were visiting

Lamonte at Green Haven, uh, did
he mention a friend or business

associate he was, uh, still in
contact with in East New York?

Gosh, uh, no.

We mostly talked about, uh, his appeal.

He was in a dark place when he lost,

so he wanted me to show him the light.

- He found the light all right.
- Yeah.

- What was that?
- Uh...

broken speaker.

Got an electrician
back there working on it.

I should probably go check on him.

Ah, it's cool. We'll wait.

Um, you know, I've got
a sermon to prepare for.

You seem awfully territorial
over that door.

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

You hiding Jacobs?

I'll call for backup!

You're looking at aiding
and abetting, Pastor.

Okay? So unless you want
your perp walk broadcast

all over the 6:00 news,

you better tell me
where the hell Jacobs went

right now.

Suspect is said
to be wearing a red hoodie,

black jeans, black and red sneakers.

He is six-foot-two,
approximately 195 pounds.

He is armed and dangerous.

Now you guys break off, go
search the side streets. Go now.

All right, I'm gonna
need you to take a step back.

Police.

Stop!

Excuse me! Excuse me! Sir!

- What the...?!
- Killian, Morales!

On it!

It's over!

It's not Jacobs.

It's James Moon.

Yeah, we got a decoy over here, too.

Where is he? I know
you know where he is.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I was just going for a run
when you jumped me.

- What the hell's going on, James?
- Stand over here!

- What the hell did you do?
- Shut up, cuz.

The U.S. Marshals that were
sitting on Ava's salon are dead.

And Ava and Drew?

- Is she gonna make it?
- She lost a lot of blood.

- We won't know. until she's in surgery.
- Ava!

Where's Drew? Did your
mother come get him?

Lamonte took him, Regina.

He has Drew.

We got to move. Go, go!

How the hell did this happen?

Wait a minute. Hey.

This is the video camera from the salon.

The kid appears unharmed and seems
to go willingly with his dad.

Any way we can get the, uh, plates

off of Jacobs' getaway car there?

We put out an APB and an Amber Alert.

All right, hey, Pastor Rae
and James Moon lawyered up.

You want us to keep
working them or what?

I need a minute.

Hey, hey.

Come on, now, talk to me.

- What's going on?
- Because if Ava dies...

Ava dies, that's not on you.

That is not on you. You couldn't
have known what was gonna happen.

I promised.

I promised Ava that if Jacobs...

Ava was your C.I.?

I mean, 'cause there was no mention

in any of Jacobs'
case files that I looked at,

but I'd be surprised
if you didn't have one.

It was Drew.

It was Drew.

Jacobs' son?

Jacobs took Drew with him
the night he murdered Carlos Sanchez.

He told Drew to stay in the car,

that he'd be right back

and that's when Jacobs
went into the woods.

My God.

Drew had to pee, he got out of the car.

When he heard the two men screaming,

he went a little closer
and that's when he saw Jacobs'

hands around Sanchez's neck.

Did Drew actually see
his father choke Sanchez out?

No, he got scared, immediately
turned and ran back to the car.

And what about Jacobs?
Does he know that Drew saw him?

No.

But later that night,
when Drew got home,

he told his mom what he saw.

It was a turning point for Ava.

She realized she couldn't protect Drew

unless Jacobs went away.

So she let you talk to him.

Yeah, but only if I promised Ava that...

Jacobs would never know it
was Drew that gave him up.

And... until today

I planned to take that
to my grave, okay?

You think that this kid,
he remembers any of this?

No, he was five at the time.

But when I talked to him...

it wasn't as a cop.

I asked him all the right questions.

I got all the information.

And then I put together
the rest of the investigation myself.

And now Ava might die.

- And Jacobs has Drew.
- Regina, Regina.

Given everything that Jacobs
has done since he's gotten out...

The EMTs, the Marshals, Ava.

If his intent was to hurt Drew,

he would have done it already.

I really hope you're right about that.

Yeah?

- Inspector?
- Oh.

Officer Bentley pulled
this passport photo

out of a dumpster at
Alex Bird's place of business.

The shipping store.
The kid had his eyes closed.

It's probably why they tossed it.

It's Drew.

Can we make a case to the judge
that Bird's been making fake passports?

We can try.

Good work, Officer Sandeford, good work.

You're not the only one that wants
to see Jacobs back behind bars.

I know some people saw
this cat as some kind of...

folk hero, but I caught
more than one body

that I'm sure was Jacobs'
doing during his reign.

All right, we got
lunch from Goody's in the house!

Ma'am, ma'am, with all due respect,

I don't care what
your psychic friend told you,

Lamonte Jacobs was not sitting

at the front row of Hamilton
last night, thank you.

Geez.

What's got your panties all in a bunch?

Very funny. Who told you?

Told me what?

Some kids at Ruskin Gardens
stole my underwear.

- So you're going commando?
- No.

- They hate me.
- What did you do?

What makes you think
that I did something?

You are kind of defensive, for one.

So I may or may not have...

Dude, you stink.

Sandeford had me dumpster diving.

I'm starving.
I'll change after I eat, okay?

Well, I may or may not

have written a couple of tenants

tickets for having a party
too loud last night.

You're lucky that's all they did.

Well, I screwed up.

How-how am I supposed to fix it?

Well, for one, tear up the tickets.

And two, stop acting like a cop
for two seconds and be a tenant.

That's not even
gonna scratch the surface.

Think bigger. Like a grand gesture.

Duck?

Who the hell puts duck
on grilled cheese?

It's an American classic.

They also raised the price
of the sandwich

from $6.95 to $17.95,
so you owe me another 11 bucks.

For grilled cheese?

Yeah, this has Gruyère cheese
and caramelized onions on it.

Gruyère! Killian... you
got to talk to Corinne.

I've been eating the same
grilled cheese sandwich for

ten years at Goody's. You don't
mess with a man's sandwich.

I hear you, all right,
but I'm trying to be supportive.

- Just try it. You might like it.
- Doubtful.

Well, if you don't want it,
Captain, I'll take it.

- Hands off. $17.95.
- Killian, Morales?

I need you to put James Moon
in interrogation room one.

And Pastor Rae in room two.
Even though they lawyered up?

You got a problem with that?

All right, let's go.

Well, your lawyer
should be here any second.

I mean, not that he's gonna
be able to do anything more

than maybe plead your sentence
down from ten years to seven.

You know, I understand why Jacobs'

business associates
are helping him, but...

for the life of me,
I can't figure out why you are.

I asked for my lawyer.

And he's on his way.

I just thought you'd be more comfortable
waiting for him in here.

With me.

Here, there?

I ain't got nothing to say.

Do you even know how many times
my church has been vandalized?

Robbed?

12 times.

One night I was walking to my car
and two guys jumped me.

They threw me in the back of their car.

And at gunpoint,

they forced me to empty out
my entire bank account.

And then they beat the crap out of me,

threw me out of their car
on the side of a road.

And I had nightmares
about it for months.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

But then, uh, Nora Jacobs,

Lamonte's mom,
she brought her son to church one day.

And he asked me to describe to him

what those two men looked like.

And within a day,

he found out where they were.

And he restored law and order

to my church
and everyone else around it.

And I slept better
that night than I had...

...in a very long time.

With the way this community feels

about Jacobs, I'm starting
to wonder if we're ever gonna catch him.

Ava's awake.

Hey. When y'all done with this little

fishing expedition,
I'm gonna sue your asses.

Yeah?

Well, if I find out
that you knew where that kid was

and you said nothing,

I will make it my mission
that the D.A. and the judge on the case

throw the book at you.

You got me?

Yeah, whatever, old man.

Yeah.

Whatever.

Stan.

You're gonna want to see this.

I hope you look good in orange.

- Tell me you found Drew.
- Not yet.

But we're working on it.

Now... One second.

It's a text from Captain Yenko.

Is it about Drew?

Did they find them?

These are new passport photos
taken today.

I know it looks bad...

but I can explain.

Seeing as you almost died,

I don't think Lamonte
shooting you was for show.

So why don't you tell us
what the hell is going on.

Lamonte told me about his plans
to break out of prison.

He said he wanted
Drew and I to join him.

I thought he was talking crazy.

But the more we talked,
the more he convinced me that James Moon

and Alex Bird
were gonna help us get away.

The plan was to get passports

and then lay low in Cuba
before heading to Morocco.

Where there's no extradition.

After everything you went through...

We went through...

To put him away! To protect Drew. Why?

I had issues with my husband.

He smacked me around a few times.

Jacobs swooped in. Right?

Made a bunch of promises.

He seemed like a changed man.

Yeah.

But it was more than that.

Drew started asking a lot
of questions about his daddy.

He wanted a relationship with him,

and Lamonte promised me he
was done being a gangster.

He just wanted to be a father to Drew.

And you fell for that?

He said Morocco had
the most beautiful beaches.

And he wanted to take Drew fishing

like he used to at Greenpoint Landing.

Guess I got...

caught up in the idea of us
being a family again.

So what changed?

When did it all go wrong?

He promised me he was done
with his dope-dealing days.

But then...

he showed up at the salon.

Started talking about how Canada

was gonna hook him up
with some product to move.

He said we couldn't leave
until we met up with her.

"Her"?

Canada's a person? Not the country?

Canada Howard.

James Moon's cousin.

Guess she's a player now.

I should have known
the second Canada started

passing him notes in prison...

he had no intention of leaving the game.

Ava, what time is Lamonte
meeting up with Canada?

Jacobs didn't get into specifics
about where the meet

with Canada was going
to take place... just that

it was supposed to happen
at around 4:00.

That doesn't give us much time.

We searched James Moon's apartment,

Canada Howard's house.
Their cars are accounted for.

We got nothing.

Yeah, James Moon's lawyer is here,
so he ain't saying anything.

- Nothing.
- No.

Checked Canada's phone logs, emails,

social media sites... All dead ends.

So we don't know exactly
where they're meeting

to do this exchange, but,

come on, there's-there's only
so many ways out of the city.

And didn't Ava say something about

Jacobs having a-a connect in Florida,
supposed to help 'em get to Cuba?

With the amount of heat he has on him,

there's no way
he would charter a private jet

- and risk getting pinched. It's just...
- Yeah. With the Amber Alert

that they put out on Drew,

doesn't make much sense
taking a bus or a car either.

And once he meets up with Canada,

he's gonna be carrying
weight, so it's just...

What's left?

A boat?

Ava mentioned that Jacobs
wanted to take Drew fishing,

just like he did at Greenpoint Landing.

Less traffic there
than at Silver Creek Landing.

I mean, you know, you just push
off and no one would notice.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, this is Suarez for Harbor.

You're here.

- You got the package?
- Yeah.

Hey!

She was here when I got here.
She took my phone.

Don't worry about it.

- Inspector Haywood.
- Lamonte.

You weren't really going to leave
without saying goodbye, were you?

You're a fascinating woman.

Where the rest of them at?

Lamonte, come on.

'Cause I know you're not alone.

- Where the rest of them at?
- Dad,

- this is the woman from Mom's salon.
- Yeah.

I know, son.

Hey. I know.

This nice woman just came to
wish us well on our trip, right?

Right? 'Cause you know damn well
I ain't going back.

And you know there's no way I'm
letting you get away with your son.

The only way I'm leaving here
with you is in a body bag.

And I know you're not gonna shoot at me,

'cause you ain't gonna risk
hurting my son.

Right?

So why don't you just go
on your merry little way?

Is this really what restitution
looks like to you?

I got my son, all right?

All these years, him being raised
by somebody else.

Teaching him how to ride a bike
and-and throw a ball

'cause you locked me up!

So, yes,
this is what restitution looks like.

So what now? Drew spends
the rest of his life on the run,

away from the only person
who's known him

every single day
of his life, his mother?

Is this the kind of life
that you want for Drew?

He's with his father!

I'm not gonna spend the rest
of my life locked up in a cage!

Not being able to hug my son.

Get on the boat. Get on the boat!

Don't even think about it!

Dad, what's going on?

Please don't shoot us.
Please, don't shoot us.

Don't worry about it, son.

- Nobody's gonna shoot you.
- Dad.

- Please.
- Nobody's gonna shoot you, okay?

Drew, why don't you come with us.

Let the boy go.

- Dad.
- Listen to me, son.

- Dad, please.
- Now, listen to me.

I love you, Dad.

Just let go.

Please, Dad.

Please.

Son, I love you. Okay?

I love you.

Sorry, cuz.

Take him away.

That's twice now that you,
uh, collared this guy.

Yeah.

They might be putting
you up for a medal.

Somehow,

it doesn't feel like much
of a victory to me this time.

You worried about them?

That make me a bad cop? I...
got too close on this one.

Makes you human.

I guess I can live with that.

You did everything
you could on this one, Regina.

And she's free to go.

Now it's gonna be up to Ava to...
do right by that young man.

Can you give me a ride
back to the precinct?

Uh, I think you can walk
and clear your head.

Mm, yeah, I mean...

it's a long walk. Come on.

Yo.

No, please, do not put me on hold.

My God.

Yo. They put me on hold.

You want to go grab a drink?

You know, you'd think
a cop calling the city

about a busted elevator
in the projects would,

you know, help move the needle
just a little bit.

You know how many elevators
are broken down

- all around this city?
- Yeah.

It would take... It would take...

the president of the United
States being stuck inside

to get them to fix it.

You're a genius.

That's genius.

Not sure what I said, but okay.

Calling 311
and telling 'em that Deputy Mayor Sharpe

was stuck inside this elevator?

I should phone your superior.

Well, according to Penal Code 1968, Ted,

this broken elevator is
a life and safety violation.

Don't penal code me.

Fine.

Mrs. Ferguson.

Who?

She's 68 years old
and lives on the sixth floor.

She has a wheelchair and
hasn't been able to go outside

for the past three months
because you never came around

to fixing this elevator.

And then there's Mr. Williams.
He's 82, on the fifth floor.

He's diabetic and walks with a cane.

And he's been missing
his past three months

of doctors' appointments
because of this broken elevator.

Okay, Susan B. Anthony.
You made your point.

No, I don't think I did, Ted.

The only reason you came here
tonight to fix this elevator

is 'cause you thought someone
important was stuck inside.

But I want you to know
that every single person

in this building is important.

You might want to save some
for your Emmy speech.

I'm just glad
we're finally having that beer.

The foyer isn't exactly what
I had in mind, but yeah.

What are you talking about?

This is our den.

And out there, that's our living room.

I've learned.

Okay. That should do it.

Let's take her for a spin.

What the hell was that?

Oh, my goodness.

Have the desk sergeant enter
the paperwork on my desk

- before going home.
- Okay.

Hey. You ever have a grilled
cheese sandwich with duck?

No. It sounds disgusting.

That's what I thought.
And then I tried it,

and the meat was so tender.
So I look it up,

and I find out it's cooked
in its own fat for hours.

Ooh. Oh, that reminds me...
My birthday cake.

I almost forgot.

Oh, ab-about that.

With all the cops and the
detectives and the marshals...

D-don't forget the marshals...

...they ate your cake.

It wasn't much of a birthday anyway.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

- Come on.
- All right.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

After you.

Stan, what's going on?

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