All language subtitles for East New York s01e17 Pound of Flesh.eng

Previously on East New York...

We can significantly increase

our coverage of the area
by having cops

assigned to solo foot posts.

REPORTER: Some sections
of the city have seen

a marked downturn
in street crime.

And one factor is the increase
in foot patrols.

I was behind that 100%.

GRUEN: I've got an undercover--
Sean Dryden.

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

Yeah, one of the reasons I want
out of undercover assignments.

Sick of worrying
about things like that.

I meant to call you last night.

Yeah, it's-it's okay.

I think
that we got hot and heavy

a little too quick.

I don't think it's
good for either one of us

to be involved
right now.

If it was me
that went off of my nut,

Remy would've clipped me
without hesitation.

Instead you did it to him!

Yeah, I did it to him.

You also have to answer
for killing Yolo Linden.

KILLIAN:
I'm sure you have

information on other dirty cops.

Look, work with the D.A.

Maybe they'll go
easy on you, Walsh.

Regina.
HAYWOOD: Dad,

I'm not going to talk shop
with you,

unless you're ready
to tell me what

went down with you at the 7-4.

One day I'll spill.

* Yeah *

* They say all work
and no play *

* Makes me a dull boy *

* But you know what I say,
I gotta get up *

* Oh, oh, up in the morning *

* Oh, oh, up in the morning *
Morning, hey.

* Oh, oh, up in the morning *

* I gotta get up *

* I'm in an airplane
most of the time *

* And sometime I feel
like my life just ain't mine *

* I'm living out
of my su-suitcase *

* From one place
to another place, hey *

* I gotta get up, oh, oh *

* Up in the morning *

* Oh, oh, up in the morning *

* I gotta get up,
oh, oh, up in the morning *

* Oh, oh, up in the morning. *

Oh, Terrell, Terrell.

Oh. Oh.

(panting, whimpering)

Yo, help!

Help! Somebody help, help!

You are gonna make me late.

Hey, that's not
so bad, is it?

A little late's
not so bad.

* Tonight I'll do it... *

You know, I'm actually
getting used to having

to sneak around with you.

I'm actually worried
you'll get bored of me

if you don't have
to sneak around.

Is that something
you're worried about?

As long as I can

turn and see you sleeping
next to me...

I ain't worried
about nothing.

Why don't we go away
for the weekend?

Yeah,
where do you want to go?

Just someplace pretty

and away from here.

I stayed at this place

in the Berkshires
called Canyon Ranch

on an undercover
assignment.

Super deluxe,
beautiful setting.

That sounds great.

I'll book it.

Mmm.

Girl, you better get out of here
before you got to call a 1013.

Mmm.

Yeah, that Booker & Sons,
that's some serious barbecue.

BENTLEY: Oh, yeah?
Yeah, you ever have it?

I never have.

It's like
North Carolina barbecue.

I think that's
where Booker was from.

Rack of ribs,
brisket sandwich

with a side of potato salad--
ooh, good God.

Sound like you're
hungry, Marvin. Yeah.

I ain't never been this close
without ordering something.

Here.
You're damn right, I'm hungry.

You want a granola bar?

Man, get away
from me with that.

Come on.

Man, that's rabbit food.
This ain't no rabbit food.

Put it in your back pocket...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(indistinct chatter)

All right, so you found Terrell
Booker Sr. around what time?

Around 7:00 when I got in.

When was the last time
you saw him alive?

Last night
when we closed up.

I mean,
it was about midnight.

TERRELL JR.:
We'd tell him

he didn't need to be
working this hard.

You know, we'd tell him that
me and Javier could close up.

Who's we, Mr. Booker?

Uh, my mom and I.

Boss?

This is Terrell
Booker's wife.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I told Terrell...

not to close up by himself
late at night.

I told him and told
him and told him.

Hopefully my detectives will
be able to figure out exactly

what it is
that happened.

This, you recognize this?

That's what Terrell
would put the deposits in.

And Terrell would make
those bank deposits himself?

Always.
Well, those deposits are missing.

Why don't you show me around?
Yeah.

Uh. (clears throat)
This way.

MORALES:
What time did you leave here last night, Mr. Booker?

Around 11:00.

Who else was here at the time?

Uh, my mother and father...

Javier and a couple
of customers.

But you close at 10:00.

Yeah, my-my-my dad

unlocked the door to let in
a few stragglers.

We waited until
they finished.

Maybe 10:30.

Was your husband here
when you left?

That's when he likes
to do the ordering

and... pay the bills.

He likes it then...

because it's quiet.

When was it that you saw
he hadn't come home?

VIVIAN:
I was out like a light when I got into bed.

When I got up
around 7:00... Mm-hmm.

I saw that he hadn't come home.

Oh, Chief.

Mrs. Booker...
Vivian.

John.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I came as soon

as I heard it on
the rad-- whoa, whoa.

Uh, I've been coming here
since I was a patrolman.

Can I please take her home and
let her rest for a little bit?

Sure.
Come on, Ma.

Terrell was so
afraid of falling.

He used to say
that when you get

to be a certain age,

you got to stay upright.

Because if you fall down
and break something,

it's all downhill
from there.

I never thought
he'd fall down and die.

Now let's...
you can take her home. Thank you, John.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Wow.

(exhales)

Oh, check this out.

Yeah.

Yo.
I had just been made lieutenant.

That's my moms,
my brother...

You're in some good company
on this wall.

Mayor Dinkins.

That's Reggie Jackson.

Dinkins, that's right.
Listen, I...

I wanted to talk to you
about something. I-I...

did this interview
for, uh...

All New York News.

Yeah. Hey, it was good.
Did you...? No, no.

I'm not fishing.
Uh, I wanted to tell you...

when the subject came up
about foot posts,

I gave you all the credit,
and when...

I saw the edited version,

it sounded like I was
taking credit for myself.

Chief, you don't owe
me no explanation... No, I kind of feel like I do.

Well, I-I appreciate
you giving me one.

Okay?
Yeah, uh...

so...

how do we think
this whole thing happened?

Well, from what we can tell,
it looks like

some kind of blunt force trauma.

Also, he didn't have
any cash on him

and there was nothing
in the pouch that he used

to make the deposits.

So robbery is not out
of the question?

Right, right.

So...

your gut tells you that it's not

accidental?
My gut always tells me that.

Start with murder

unless shown to be otherwise.

* *

(indistinct chatter)

Popular restaurant.

Uh-huh.

I saw you got a big write-up
in The New York Times.

Yeah, you'd think that'd
be a good thing, right?

Good for business.

Line out the door.

Turn tables four,
five times a night.

People taking pictures
of their food.

Not what it's like
when I started.

Hmm, I guess the increase
in popularity has its downside.

I didn't mind the work.

Gracias.

Hey, how's it going?

I've never known you to
drop by unannounced, Dad.

Actually, I've never known
you to drop by at all.

One thing about retirement is

you get to do things
you've never done before.

Yeah, hi, hi.
(chuckles)

Look at you,
Deputy Inspector.

Big office.

Windows, a conference table.

It makes me proud.

You didn't come by just
to tell me that, did you, Dad?

I have a reason.

What a surprise.

You collared Kurt Walsh

on the Remy Taylor
homicide.

Yes, we did.

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

We knew that was
gonna happen.

I have friends who are...

concerned about
what he's saying.

These are guys
you have known

your whole life, Regina.

What are they concerned about?

What do you think, honey?

No matter what,
Walsh is going away.

If he thinks
he has half a shot

at a few years
on the outside

before he dies,
he'll say anything.

So, what, they're
looking for a heads-up?

They want to get out
in front of it.

Do they have
to hire lawyers?

Do they have
to find witnesses

from God knows

how many years ago?

I'll see what I can find out.

I said I would ask you,
and I did.

Uh...

how's everything
going with you

and Mom?
Good.

We watched a stupid movie
last night.

You two are getting along,
in other words.

We are. How about you?

I get along with Mom fine.

I meant, are you going out
with anyone?

As a matter of fact...

I am.

Yeah.

Care to provide any details?

Nope.

He is not a cop, is he?

You play your cards

close to the vest, Regina Gail.

Who do you think I got it from?

DISPATCHER:
7-4, Sector David.

Larceny of a package
at 1331 Flatlands Avenue.

Complainant only speaks Italian,
very little English.

Any officers out there
who speak Italian to respond?

QUINLAN (over radio):
7-4, foot post 158.

I speak Italian
and will respond.

Well, I've been told
that my conversational Italian's

getting pretty good.

Are you saying you want to
head over there, Captain?

Yes, Officer Gunst.

That's exactly
what I'm saying.

What's going on, Captain?
But, uh...

Officer Quinlan parla italiano.

QUINLAN:
Uh, s .

There's been another
package theft.

That happens a
lot around here.

Yeah, the job that came
in over the radio said

that the package had been
stolen from her and...

I have a feeling that she
doesn't speak very much English.

Okay.

Ciao.
Ciao. Ciao.

Who's Mimi?

Chi Mimi?

My dog.

(speaks Italian)
Very cute.

Yeah.

I guess you could
say I'm the capo.

We're gonna do
all that's humanly possible

to get your Mimi's ashes back.

Starting with putting up

a security camera
in case the robber comes back.

You do this?

Well, I don't actually do
the installation.

But you do this?

You make camera for me?

Yeah.

S , s .

Have TARU put, uh,
security cameras up.

And we'll put a decoy box
on the front stoop.

Okay.
(speaks Italian)

Grazie.

So, what kind of relationship
do you have with Terrell Booker,

Mr. Pappadopolis?
Uh, he's a tenant.

He's a good tenant.

We heard you had some kind
of dispute with him.

Got pretty loud.
I'm Greek. Greeks talk loud.

What was the nature
of the dispute?

What's the nature
of these questions?

We're detectives.

I don't see how that entitles
you to make wide-ranging

inquiries into how
I conduct my business.

Terrell Booker was found dead
this morning.

That's horrible.

MORALES:
When was the last time you saw him?

I was over there yesterday.

KILLIAN:
Was he current with the rent?

Terrell was always current
with the rent.

One of his sons, this Darnell,

he wanted to open
a restaurant in Red Hook,

came to me
for the up-front costs.

I fronted him about $80,000.

Now the restaurant's open,

I'm expecting to get paid back.

So you went to Terrell,

thinking that he'd cover
his son's debt?

Better than commencing
with eviction proceedings, no?

I'm guessing Terrell didn't see
it as his responsibility?

Not at first.

We got into it pretty good,
but then I started

talking about my sons,

he started talking
about his sons.

Before you know it,
we were both halfway to bawling.

We came up with a number
we could both live with

and went out for breakfast.

I can show you the receipt,
you want to check.

Yeah, I'm curious why you never
went to Darnell to make good

on the back rent?

I've seen Darnell get into it

with customers,

with his brother,

and with his father.

I avoid confrontations
that threaten to turn violent.

With Darnell,

you had to worry about that.

Surprised to find you
at work today, Darnell.

We'd have thought you would
have taken the day off.

You would have thought wrong.

I take it you and your father
weren't on the best of terms.

I don't see as that's something
I got to answer to you for.

KILLIAN:
Well, you kind of do, Darnell.

How your father died
is something

we take an interest in.

He was alive and kicking
when I left him.

And when was that?
Last night.

What time?
I don't know what time.

I think a precinct setting

might be more conducive to
sharpening your sense of recall.

Yeah, we're gonna need you
to come with us.

Yo, I can't leave these guys
here alone. They ain't been

working here but a few weeks.

What's that you're burning
in there, Darnell? Wood.

100% wood.
Mm.

You got a permit for that?

Ain't nobody ever asked me
for a permit.

KILLIAN:
Yeah, well, somebody's asking you for one now.

Close it up and let's go.

(knocking)
QUINLAN: Hey, Captain.

The decoy box
look all right?

Yeah.

I rigged it so we could
figure out who the thief was.

Oh, with those exploding
dye packs the banks use?

Kinda. Kinda like that.

She does that every day.

You pass by her on your foot
post, you notice that, do you?

Mm-hmm.

Something about becoming aware

of the lives of others,
isn't there?

Wondering,
what do their days consist of?

Well, I know one thing
that her day consists of today.

She's wearing
a lot more makeup than usual.

Well, you think that's
'cause she knows she's gonna be on camera?

I think it's 'cause she knows
that you were gonna be watching.

(laughs)

Yeah, I can't imagine that
having anything to do with it.

You know, Captain.

Men can't imagine
a lot of things.

KILLIAN:
Okay, so set the scene for us, Darnell.

You went over to your father's
restaurant for what reason?

I missed a payment
to Pappadopolis.

I wanted to see if my
father would cover me.

And did he?

(scoffs)
No.

Why not?

Because he thought I was wrong
for going out on my own.

But since I did, he said I had
to assume the risk myself.

And why did you go off
on your own?

I worked for my father from the
time I was 13 years old.

I didn't want
to work for him anymore.

But your brother stuck around?

According to his LinkedIn page,

your brother got
an MBA from Dartmouth.

And he had all kinds of
big ideas he got from up there.

Yeah. Like what?
Like putting the waitstaff

in pre-stained aprons and
fake gold teeth as part of some

private equity group's
marketing strategy.

Hmm. I take it

you didn't approve
of that marketing strategy?

No, I didn't.

He convinced my father to cut
the heart out of the business,

make it into
some Black barbecue version of

Middle American
family-friendly dining.

(Killian clears throat)

You're gonna need to account

for where you were last night,
Darnell.

I took a car to my parents'
restaurant around 8:00.

Had a conversation
in the office with my father,

and then I went home.

KILLIAN:
What time was it when you got home?

I don't know.
What car service did you use?

Whichever one
my girlfriend ordered.

What's your girlfriend's name?

Why? So you can browbeat her?

So we can verify that what

you're telling us is the truth.

You're gonna have
to take my word for that.

That's not how it works.

What's your girlfriend's name?

Nicole Pascale.

And what's the name of the
private equity group, Darnell?

Elkhart Hospitality.

Did you ever meet
with them yourself?

Yo, money don't mean
that much to me.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

I'm on my way to the borough.

Where are you?

What do you mean you're here?

What are you doing here?

I have entered a new
phase of my life.

What does that mean?

I got a transfer out
of Drug Enforcement and

out of undercover work.

You're kidding.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'm gonna be working
in the New York Field Office

of the FBI from now on.

Well...

you didn't tell me
you were even trying for that.

I didn't want to tell you
until it was a done deal.

So no more sneaking around.

Uh-uh. No.

That's actually
really great news.

Mm.

Can I kiss you?

No... you can't.
Okay.

Not here.
(laughs softly)

Okay.
Okay.

(door opens)

(knocking)

Hey, come in.

So, I know that you have
a personal relationship

with the Booker family,

which is why I wanted
to let you know that

Crime Scene determined

that there was
no forcible entry,

making robbery highly unlikely.

Thanks for letting me know.

Also, I wanted to ask.

Do you know anything
about the status

of the Kurt Walsh prosecution?

I think it's still
in front of the grand jury. Okay.

Thanks.

Who wants to know, Regina?

Hey, just
a couple old-timers

wondering what's coming down
the pike. You know how it is.

I'll see what I can find out.

Okay. Thanks.

VIVIAN:
I don't understand why

you brought him here
in the first place.

We typically conduct
interviews at the precinct.

He wasn't a witness,

and I sure as hell hope
he's not a suspect.

He is a grieving
family member,

so why were you
conducting an interview?

We're trying to piece together

how your husband died,
Mrs. Booker.

He's free to go.

Why he wasn't free to go
before this?

We had to verify
what he told us.

What could you have possibly
said this time?

You know what, Ma? You better
get him out of my face.

Chief Suarez
will hear about this.

Is this gonna be made public

that there's a whole
investigation going on?

Is that something
you're concerned about?

Only because

we've been negotiating
with this company

who wants to open
a Booker & Sons in Vegas,

and, well, negotiations are
at a delicate point.

I'd hate to see something like
this get out and spook them.

That's exciting--
opening a place in Vegas.

My father started this business
with next to nothing.

When I told him

that we were gonna take it
national, his face lit up.

But suddenly he backed out
and wouldn't tell me why.

It was really weird.

Thank you.

KILLIAN: Well, we know
that Terrell Booker and his son

were in the process of working
out a deal with your company.

We were well along in the
process, at which point

Mr. Booker decided
to pull up stakes.

He say why?

Offered no explanation
whatsoever.

It seemed to baffle his son
as much as it did us.

In fact, the day his father
pulled out, he called,

assuring me that he could
get his dad back on board.

The other son ever
get involved?

I never met the other son.

Well, you know, you're using
the name Booker & Sons, plural.

Um, wouldn't both sons expect
to be part of it?

I think of myself
as a storyteller.

Ah. I thought
you run restaurant chains.

Restaurant chains are
about a story.

The Italian restaurant
at Woodbridge Mall?

Was that a real Italian
restaurant? Of course not.

It's pretending to be
an Italian restaurant.

It's telling a story.

But Terrell Booker
is a real barbecue guy

and ran a real
barbecue restaurant.

And what we intend to do is

ever so slightly enhance
that reality.

So, we researched
Terrell's family tree.

We tell an origin story.

You mean of when Terrell Sr.
opened the place?

Go back further.

To when he was born?

To sharecroppers
in the Deep South.

To ribs and pig trotters
served on wax paper.

It may not be my story

or your story, but

it's somebody's story, and we're
gonna tell the hell out of it.

Would it be possible
to take a look

at whatever paperwork's related
to your negotiation

with the Booker family?
Of course. You know,

Terrell Jr. was very upset

about his father pulling out
of the deal.

Have you spoken to him?

Wow. Terrell Jr.
clearly spent a lot of money

on this expansion idea.

Since they're calling it
Booker & Sons,

shouldn't there be a waiver
from the other son?

"Artists to be featured
on Booker & Sons playlist--

"Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters,
Howlin' Wolf,

Elmore James..."
Hmm.

Isn't a waiver something
a lawyer would insist on?

"Decor to feature
incidental photographs

"of Black blues musicians,
preferably

"taken by Black photographers.

"A genealogical Booker family
tree artistically rendered

is to be prominently
displayed."

They ran DNA tests.

Anything interesting?

Ah. Probably not the results
they were expecting.

You got anything
on that security cam, Captain?

Same individual has walked past
Juliana's house

twice now.

Marvin, you guys ready?

SANDEFORD:
We're ready, boss. You got something?

Bingo. Sector David.

We've got a suspicious male,
curly hair,

in a camouflage jacket,

on Flatlands and Ashford,

driving a gray sedan.

Bentley and Sandeford,
intercept.

SANDEFORD:
We're on it, Captain.

(siren wailing, tires squealing)

BENTLEY:
Police. Don't move.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

OFFICER:
LAPD!

OFFICER 2:
Stop! Police!

(rapping in Portuguese)

Ooh.
(woman screams)

(car horn honks, tires screech)

* *

(baby crying)

(panting)

(groans)

Stop moving.

(groans)

Stupid glitter bomb.
Give me your hand.

You thought you was faster
than me? Little did you know,

state championship,
2017, baby.

(duct tape unspooling)

All right.

This should do it.

Where'd you pick up
this trick?

Uh, years of sneaking off
to clubs in the city,

you learn how
to get glitter off.

How's your mom doing?

She's good.

Um, her and Duke--
they're in St. Bart's

until the weather turns warm,
so...

I wouldn't mind
being in St. Bart's

till the weather gets warm.

Yeah, me neither.

(laughing):
You really have it all over.

(laughing):
I know.

So, you work this
neighborhood, huh, Gustavo?

I was just riding around, man.
Riding around.

And you just decided
to steal a package

off somebody's stoop
for fun? Is that it?

I was bringing it back.
Okay? I found it.

I assume you think
this is a minor infraction,

like jaywalking or spitting

on the sidewalk, huh?
It's not?

No. No, no, no. You committed
criminal trespass, larceny.

And if you broke the plane of
the front portico, well, then,

we're talking
aggravated burglary, as well.

I don't know
what all that means. SANDEFORD: It means

three to five years in prison,
and you too pretty for that.

I just picked up a box.
I didn't even know it belonged

to anybody.
It was sitting on someone's stoop, fool.

It was sitting on a front stoop.

What were you gonna do
with it, Gustavo?

Nothing.

(sighs)

I stash 'em and

I sell what's inside.
Where do you stash 'em?

What happens if I tell you?
You get to finish high school.

We appreciate you coming in.

We, uh...

we know there were some...
disagreements in your family.

And there's nothing
unusual with that.

Terrell, you and your
father were interested

in franchising your
barbecue restaurant

and were about
to make a deal

with a private equity
group to finance that. That's right.

HAYWOOD:
But your father pulled out at the very last minute, right?

Yeah, I suspect my brother

convinced him
to do that.

(scoffs)
I wish I could claim credit for it.

HAYWOOD:
Okay.

As part of their marketing
strategy, this...

private equity group
had you take a DNA test

to trace your ancestry
to the sharecroppers

in the Mississippi Delta.

Yet another way
to culturally appropriate

the Black experience and
turn it into a sales gimmick.

Also known as giving Black
people a seat at the table,

which my brother chooses
not to acknowledge.

God knows I can't convince him,

which is why we go
our separate ways.

What were the results
of that DNA test, do you know?

Yeah. Our family was originally
from Nigeria.

How did you get the results?

My mother.

So, the report showed more

than that your family was
from Nigeria, Terrell.

What did it show exactly?

Test showed that your biological
father was Wesley Mayfield,

not Terrell Booker.

DARNELL (laughs):
That's...

that's not true.

No, Darnell, it is.

It is.

Wait. What?

You're, you're saying
the... the man

that raised me,

the man that I'm named after...

wasn't my father?

That's what the test
showed, son.

Who's Wesley Mayfield?
Well, who is that?

Wesley Mayfield was convicted
of murder in 2005,

and he was stabbed

in the prison yard
at Sing Sing

in 2018.

No.

No. No.

I don't know who that is.
That's not my dad.

I don't know what that is.
I don't know who that is.

That's not my dad.

Hey, bro...

TERRELL JR.:
Shut your mouth, Darnell.

I'm serious, bro.

Darnell, get away...
Don't-don't touch me,

Darnell!

I'm serious, bro.
Who is that guy? Look.

That don't mean nothing.
Who is that?

You're my brother.
Who is that?

Bro, stop.
It don't matter. You're my blood.

TERRELL JR.: Bro, stop!
Brother, you're my blood.

Darnell!
Look! It does not matter.

Bro, she lied.

DARNELL:
You're still my brother.

You're good!

(crying)
Bro, don't mean nothing.

(crying):
I don't know who that guy is, bro.

Don't mean nothing, bro.

Who the hell is
that guy, bro?

I don't even know
who that guy is, bro.

She wanted to keep
her family together.

We need to find out
what her husband wanted.

DARNELL:
I love you, man.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my gosh!

Is this thing organized at all?

What you mean,
"organized"? I mean,

do you designate
which boxes were stolen

from which block?
Nah, nah.

I just keep 'em in here until
I can open them up and sell 'em.

Maybe you could
organize them by what date

they were stolen.
SANDEFORD: Oh, I'm just

taking a guess here, but,
uh, I don't think this guy's

too well organized, boss.
I got it.

Mimi's ashes.

Fantastic. All right.

Coordinate with
the property clerk

to determine where
they want the rest of them.

I will take the precious Mimi

to the designated
addressee myself.

Take him to booking.

You got it. Let's go,
Sticky Fingers.

SUAREZ:
Viv?

You all right with it
on the hot side?

Sure.

You, I know about.

SUAREZ:
Vivian, we found out about

the DNA test results.

Oh, I don't pay that no mind.

We know your husband
wasn't your eldest son's

father.

He and I raised Terrell Jr.

Terrell Jr. loved him
like a father, and he loved

Terrell Jr. like a son,

so in what sense was he not
Terrell Jr.'s real father?

In the sense that they weren't
biologically related.

That don't matter to me.

Did it matter to your husband?

My husband...

couldn't get it out of his head.

He started pulling out calendars

and dates.

What dates?

When it was

he and I were together

as of when Terrell Jr.
was born.

Could have

I had relations
with Wesley after the date

on which Terrell
and I were together?

Terrell's 28 years old.

Did Terrell Sr. want
to tell your son

that he was not his father?

Why would you put that kind
of hurt on somebody

that didn't do nothing
to deserve it?

You weren't gonna let him,
were you?

I didn't offer you nothing
to drink.

What do you want, honey?
You want some sweet tea?

'Cause once he put his mind
to something,

there was probably
no talking him out of it.

Viv?

I stood in front of him.

He tried
to push me out of the way,

but I wouldn't be pushed
out the way.

He said
some horrible things.

I slapped his face,

and he slapped my face.

And all that stood

between him
and my son being hurt

was me.

We were at the top
of the stairs.

I pushed him,

and he fell.

(crying)

* Ooh *

* This world moves fast *

* For no reason at all *

* Ooh *

* We break our backs *

* Spin our minds till we fall *

* Ooh *

* Into the darkness *

* Into the pain *

* Ooh *

* Looking for something *

* Just can't explain *

* Feels like it's closing in *

* Maybe we missed
all the signs *

* Feels like it's closing in *

* One day,
one breath at a time. *

(gasps)

How you find?
Well, we used every resource available,

which was considerable,
and, uh,

as I say, it's...
it's been a problem, and...

uh...

We got lucky.

I make you something.

Oh, no. No, no, no,
you-you don't have to.

I want to.

HAYWOOD:
You ever eat there?

Being that I'm a vegetarian,

I don't generally
frequent barbecue places.

Oh. I forgot. Keep forgetting.
(laughs)

It's a shame
about the family, though. All these good things

happening for them,
and none of it matters.

I'd be surprised if

either of the brothers
open for business

any time soon.
Speaking of which,

any ideas
what you want to eat tonight?

Ooh, I'd love to get a rib eye

at Gage & Tollner, but I doubt

we could get in.

Let's, um...
We can get in.

(laughs)
But wait.

Is there something there for
you that's not meat, or...?

Other than you? Mmm.
(gasps)

They have great sides, mama.
We good.

Okay.
Mm-hmm.

Oh. And dessert?

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

Come on, let's go. Let's go.
I'm not mad at that.

Now, you know
I don't eat sweets,

but I do have a sweet tooth.
Uh-huh.

Shh.
SEAN: Mmm-mmm.

(Haywood laughs)

I didn't say anything.
Hey, Chief.

Regina.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Uh, I just want
to talk to you for a minute.

Uh, should we go to my office?

Okay. Oh.

Sean Dryden, Chief Suarez.

SEAN:
All right.

I'll be right back.

Vivian Booker gave my detectives

a pretty airtight statement.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she'll plead
to manslaughter.

Well, with a sympathetic judge,
she'll probably do 18 months.

Between her two sons
and what she's gonna be

carrying around inside,
she's doing life.

I, uh, got the feeling

there's something
you want to tell me.

No surprise that Walsh is
singing for his supper.

(scoffs)

The 7-4 had a lot of dirty
cops back in the day, Regina.

So Walsh is just
reeling off their names.

I imagine
the statute of limitations

has run on most of it.

Not on homicide.

Right.

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.

A bunch of somebodies.

I just never figured that...

one of them
would be your father.

What?

SUAREZ:
Um, nice to meet you.

SEAN:
Nice meeting you, Chief.

What's the cancelation policy

on that place
you booked for the weekend?

You all right?

Fine.

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