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(Vivaldi's "Concerto No. 1
in E Major" playing)

And now,

for the first time ever,

introducing Mr. and Mrs.

John DiPierro.

(cheering, applause)

* When the moon hits your eye *

* Like a big pizza pie *

* That's amore... *

(gasps) My dress!

My dress!

What are you,
an idiot?

Apologize...
(clamoring)

* That's amore... *

Hey!
What're you doing?

* When the stars *

* Make you drool... *

(clamoring)

MAN:
Hey. Hey. Whoa!

* That's amore... *

(clamoring continues)

* When you dance
down the street *

* With a cloud at your feet *

MAN:
Come on, Anthony, hit him.

* You're in love *

(grunting)

* When you walk in a dream *

* But you know
you're not dreaming *

* Signore... *

Carmine!

Pick him up.

(grunts)

(both scream)

* Back in old Napoli *

* That's amore *

(both scream)

* Amore *

* That's amore. *

You got to be kidding me.

You punk!

You son of a bitch! Why?!

Hey. Police!
Don't move.

Why?
It took you guys long enough.

This dude's
out of his mind.

Shut up.
This punk

sold my grandson pills

that were laced
with fentanyl.

I want you to arrest him
right now.

Okay, we could talk about that,

but first, you got to
put down that gun.

I don't even know
what he's talking about.

Will you shoot him already?
SAM: Ah, God, shut up!

I've got proof

that he sold the drugs.

Sir, drop
your weapon now.

But if you don't come right now,
I'm gonna finish it.

We're gonna arrest him.
We're gonna arrest him,

but first, you got to
give me this gun.

Scum.

Hands behind
your back.

What the hell?
I-I didn't do anything.

Just go with it.
Trying to save your life.

Thank you.

Thank you, Officer.
Yeah.

Are you out of your mind?

I...
You just held him at gunpoint,

and that's against the law. Oh.
SAM: I know the law.

I'm a retired cop.

Sergeant
Sam Velucci.

Shield number
102296.

You get it?

(indistinct chatter)

Get your hands off me.
Did you hear me?

Looks like we missed
a hell of a party.

Six men
and two women

transported for
medical treatment.

Four cross complaints
for assault

and, my guess, we'll have
at least double that

by the time we're through.

Well, I'm really flattered that
you called me in, Officer...

You wish, Reagan.

...but you don't need squad
detectives for bumps, bruises,

and some splattered
wedding cake.

Well, how about grand larceny?
At least a hundred

large in cash.

Oh. Well, in that case,
I stand corrected.

The wedding gifts?
Bingo.

All of the envelopes vanished

during the chaos of the fight.

You got names?
A handful,

on both sides
of the aisle.

Looks like you kind of
buried the lede here.

Not sure what you mean.

The names DiPierro and Romano

don't ring a bell to you?

Mm-mm.

Two of New York's

oldest mob families.
Allegedly.

Who've been at war with each
other for decades. Allegedly.

BAEZ:
What kind of idiot steals

from a crowded room
full of mobsters?

One with a death wish,
apparently.

Or a grudge.

Or both.

You told me that
he would pay for this!

Screw you!

Whoa.

Don't even try
to make me feel better.

That's not why I'm here.
She's right, you know.

Her daughter's killer's
a free man because of me.

Look, Adam Martin raped
and murdered her daughter,

no doubt about it,

and he'll get what
he's got coming.

How? I lost the case.

Her family's one shot
at justice.

That's not necessarily true.
(sighs)

Of course it is.

Wait, what do you mean by that?

I was hoping Melissa
came by to tell you herself.

Tell me what?

That she hired Jack Boyle

to file a wrongful death suit

against Adam Martin.
You're kidding me.

Afraid not.

Don't tell me you
called Jack again

and asked him to take this on.

No, I like my life,
and I would like to keep on

living it.
(sighs)

Why did he accept this case?

You'd have to ask him.

Well, that's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

Well, you can't do that.
Why not?

Jack and I agreed
he would keep his distance

until after the election.

Erin, you can't go
anywhere near this thing,

don't you understand?

(indistinct chatter)

Welcome to New York.

Thank you.
Here you go.

Welcome.
Hi.

And above all else,

we'd like to remind the world
New York always was,

and always will be,

a city with open arms.

And last up on our agenda...

...a kind of bittersweet
announcement.

The retirement
of Canine Unit Officer

Rigatoni the Third,

the most successful
narcotics officer,

man or dog,

this department has ever seen.

So...

Thanks for your service,
Rigatoni.
(crowd laughing)

And thank you all.

HELEN:
Commissioner Reagan.

You're very tenacious
today, Helen.

What are your thoughts
on Mayor Chase's continued push

to publicly and personally
welcome illegal immigrants

to New York City.

(sighs)

Uh, well, the mayor may believe

he's doing good,

but, uh, I don't share
his illusions

about what's really
going on with that.

The fact is, he...

is emceeing a game show
where these poor folks

are brought up on his stage

and then dumped into a system
that is overwhelmed,

overburdened,
and utterly unprepared.

So, if the mayor

really wants to do good
for this city,

he can start by giving
his police department

the resources it needs

to actually help
these immigrants.

And, uh, that'll be all
for today.

REPORTER:
Commissioner, please...

(overlapping chatter)

Listen, the fact

that you would even suggest

that I stole from my daughter

on the day of her wedding...

The day of my daughter's
wedding... The Godfather.

Nice.
(sighs)

Listen to me. Look at me.
Mm.

Do you think I need money?
Hey, look at this.

These shoes? They cost
more than your rent.

You just decided
to ruin the best day

of your daughter's life
for no reason?

My son-in-law's idiot cousins,

they're so hard
to control anyway,

just add a three-hour open bar.

And the haymakers
just start flying.

I'm not proud of what I did,

but that guy, that, uh,
Chris guy...
Mm-hmm.

...he disrespected my wife.

Right, 'cause the DiPierros
and the Romanos

have been fighting for years,

right?

That is ancient history.

And Gio DiPierro

trying to whack your uncle
in broad daylight,

that's ancient history, too?

That's water under the bridge.

Oh, okay.
Neither family

have been involved
with organized crime

for over 30 years.

We could sit here and
lie to each other all day long,

if that's
what you want.

You want the truth?

You shop at Payless shoes?

(laughing)
Real funny, Detective.

The truth is this,

we sit there,
we grit our teeth,

we smile, we pretend
like everything is okay

for the children.
Oh.

But deep down inside,

everybody at that wedding
knows exactly

what happened
with these two families.

Only for the children.
Faith and forgiveness, right?

I have a limit to my patience.

And I tell you
right now,

if I find out
those DiPierro boys

stole from
my little baby Francesca...

You'll make them an offer
they can't refuse.

You'll, uh, put a horse head
under the sheet.

Am I free to go?

You were free
four and a half hours ago.

Get him out of there.

MAN:
Anthony threw the glass, not me.

MAN 2:
Then the kids started fighting.

Her sister started it.
(overlapping arguing)

Well?
I have Roberts
and Patesko

helping out with interviews,

but they're both getting
the same story,

across the board.
Let me guess.

"I didn't see nothing."
More or less.

Plus, TARU

has gone through

dozens of hours
of useless footage.

DANNY:
There's got to be somebody.

Staff? Vendors?

Dozens of people
had access to that cash.

From what I gathered,
everybody pretty much knew

exactly who
they were dealing with.

In other words,
if they stole that money,

it was a death sentence.
Exactly.

Where'd you land with the dad?
Obnoxious.

Pretentious. (sighs)
Too rich for his own good.

Is that what he told you?

You hear something different?
I can't say

for sure, but I can think
of two people who can.

Let's get the honeymoon started.

You're treating me
like a perp.

I'm a cop.

He is the criminal.

You arrested that perp, right?

He didn't commit a crime.

I can prove he did.

Then tell me what happened.

My grandson, Vince,

was playing football
for Notre Dame,

and he fractured his vertebrae.

Doctor prescribed opioids
for his recovery?

And that was

the beginning of the end.

I'm sorry.

I want you to do something.

What can I do? You tell me.

These kind of cases
are very hard to prove.

So what does that mean?
That you don't try?

No, I'm not saying that.

I had to do something.

But you shouldn't
have done what you did.

I feel for you,

and I understand your pain.

How could you possibly

understand my pain?

I'm trying.

Okay.

Okay, I-I'll look into
your grandson's case, but...

you got to promise
you won't interfere

with this investigation anymore.

I can't promise that.

(chuckles) Emceeing a game show?

Pretty much.

Walk it back.

Right after you stop hosting it.

What world are you living in?

The real one, Mr. Mayor.

Where you're
the sheriff of where?

New Alamo, Texas?

In New York, where we
do not have the resources

to support this kind of influx.

You think I invited them?

No, but you sure act
like you did.

I act like a leader.
Try it sometime.

(sighs) My people are
overwhelmed and underpaid...

Your people should be prepared
for anything.

How come everyone
thinks that but you?

36,000 bussed-in migrants

and counting,
so give me a break.

And what do you propose we do?

Leave these people out on their
own while we rag on each other?

Do you even know where they go
after they get off that bus?

Do you know
where they came from?

Squalor, gang wars,
oppressive regimes.

So give me the resources
and I will gladly support

as many people
as you care to welcome.

So, a cash grab disguised
as humanitarian effort.

No, not in the least.
You're drowning here,

and I'm throwing
you a lifesaver.

Find the money, yesterday.

I had my staffers draft this up

after your
little outburst.

(sighs)

What am I looking at?

Starting this week,

we announce your officers
will be on duty

at all of our refugee shelters,
round the clock.

(sighs) Mr. Mayor,

my people are already
spread too thin.

It's the only solution.

It's a stunt.

We've got the Statue Of Liberty
in our front yard.

There's no
getting around that.

We set the example.

Of what?
Reckless wishful thinking?

I don't think you're hearing me.

This is not a request.

Go get it done.

(sighs)

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

I'm gonna have to call you back.

I'm sorry.
She wouldn't listen.

That's okay, I can handle her.

What am I doing?

What do you think
you're doing?

You shouldn't
be here, and

shouldn't you be thanking me?

Thanking you?
Thanking you for what?

I thought I was
doing you a favor.

A favor?

I know you, Erin.
I know that it's killing you

that this family
wasn't going to get any closure.

Closure? The only thing
this would give them

is a possible
financial settlement.

Yeah, which is better
than nothing. Adam Martin

is a wealthy, powerful man.

And, look, I was just
trying to help.

Oh, so now I'm
supposed to believe

that you're selflessly
coming to the rescue

of this family?
Of you.

Of me?

Mm-hmm.

You are not rescuing me.

If you file this suit,

the optics are gonna be
terrible, Jack.

You are gonna be
required

to paint the ADA
that fumbled this case

in a horrible light. That's me.

And the fact that the lawyer
doing this is my ex?

The press is gonna have
a field day.

When did you start caring
about the press?

Uh...
And optics?

This is the right thing to do
for this family.

Let someone else handle it.

You know I'm the best.

And the Erin Reagan
that I know

would want this family to get
some semblance of justice,

no matter the cost to herself.

We arrested a retired sergeant
this morning

for holding a guy at gunpoint.

And let me guess,
you took the side of the guy

who held someone at gunpoint?

The former NYPD sergeant.

He's frustrated
and grieving,

and he claims that this guy

sold his grandson drugs
laced with fentanyl.

Which I'm sure
the detective on the case

will be happy to know.

He said the detective
knows it's this guy,

just hasn't done anything.

Then what do you want me
to do about it?

I pulled the stats.

There's an all-time high number

of fentanyl overdoses

in our precinct this year.

Same with every other
precinct.

Well, chances are this dealer
has been selling to other people

and could be responsible
for more deaths.

I'm sure you're right,
but I can't just take a case

and begin investigating it
because you feel like

the detective
didn't do their job.

But who knows how many lives
we could save

if we get this dealer
off the street.

Okay, I will take a look
with my team,

but, unless we find
some new bit of intel,

I am not bigfooting
the detective on the case.

We appreciate you
seeing us,

especially given
the circumstances.

No, it's fine,
Detective, really.

This is exactly how
I envisioned my honeymoon.

This won't take long.

Does seem
fitting, though.

Typical mess.

What does that mean?

(sighs)

There's not exactly
a lot of love lost

between our families.

Why not move then?

Elope?

Have you ever met an Italian?

JOHN:
What she's trying to say is,

family's important
to us.

No. What I'm saying is,

is that Italian men

do not just run away
from their mothers.

DANNY:
What about your fathers?

What's the story with them?

Two hardworking men
living the American dream.

BAEZ:
Are you sure about that?

JOHN:
Absolutely.

100%.

DANNY:
What about your father,
Francesca?

What's the story with him?

Same story,
of course.

Really?

Can we not do this?

DANNY:
Actually, we should
hear from you.

Is it true or not?

What are they talking about?

You have a great relationship
with my father,

and it means everything
to me,

but the truth is,

he hasn't been honest with you.

You're scaring me,
Franny.

No, it's nothing like that.
It's just...

he's broke.

JOHN:
What?

What about
the wedding?

You know, the Rolex?

I mean, that probably
put him in the poor house.

My mom, a few months back,
she got drunk.

She told me that
the well's dried up.

You know this for sure?

No. I'm not involved
in the business,

but...

I can hear it in his voice.

See it in the way that he walks.

Carmine Romano is a proud man.

And this is killing him.

Detective O'Leary.

Susan. What do you need, Sarge?

My team's looking into
a rash of fentanyl overdoes

in the precinct.
I'd like to ask you

a few questions about the death
of Vince Velucci.

No disrespect, boss, but I don't
really appreciate you guys

coming in here
and poking your nose in my case.

Somebody was already here?

Your wife was here an hour ago.

Officer Janko came to see you?

Yeah, and she grilled me
on my case.

Might want to remind her
how things work around here.

I only have two bosses
that I answer to.

My squad sergeant
and my C.O., that's it.

Just like to ask you
a few questions.
I'm due in court.

I don't have time
to go through it all again.

You want to know
what's going on?

Go home and ask your wife.

And what are we getting
from the precincts concerned?

They're dealing with thousands
of people, no I.D.,

no work, no home.
They don't even

speak the same language.
It's a mess, boss.

But careful with
the messaging, please.

If there's any questioning
NYPD support,

it's gonna be taken as if
we're anti-immigrant.

This is about limited manpower
and budget. That is all.

GARRETT:
Come on, Frank.

Your "that is all"
isn't gonna be the be all

and end all in this.

Garrett, my only concern is
the safety of these immigrants

and the citizens of New York.

Again, says you.

Yes. I speak for me

and this department,
and I can't take more officers

off the street and post them up

in these encampments
for the mayor's political gain.

This is about more
than the mayor's ambition.

(sighs) Look, I know that.

This is New York City,

which has always been a beacon
of hope and refuge.

Yes. I know that, too.

But you've got to say it louder.
Garrett is right on.

This thing gets parsed
like nothing else.

You can't just get in the weeds
with your put-upon police force.

Budget cuts, record attrition,
revolving door courts,

an anti-cop fog
that never lifts.

You bet, put-upon.

Point taken.

But she's right
about the optics.

Yeah, I know,
I hate when that happens.

Get me the governor
on the phone.

BAKER:
For what?

Sorry, that just came out.

For what?

Reinforcements.

We need State Troopers.

I'm pretty sure
that's the mayor's call.

And I'm pretty sure
he hasn't made it.

Gasoline on the fire.

I don't care.

We need more boots
on the ground. Forthwith.

(door opens, closes)

I should've introduced
the third witness's testimony.

We had two other witnesses
we agreed

were more reliable.
Yeah, well, the jury disagreed.

The third witness could've been
the crucial piece of evidence

to push the needle.

Could've, would've, should've.

(sighs)
The trial is over.

It's time to move on.

I don't make mistakes like this.

It wasn't a mistake.
It was

a judgment call,
and there's no way

of knowing if it would've
changed a thing.

But it's a possibility.

Well, I don't have
a crystal ball.

Thinking like that, you're
gonna drive yourself crazy.

Maybe I was distracted.

I-I-I mean,

is any campaign
worth this?

What does this have to do
with the campaign?

Well, maybe I was
more focused on that.
That's not true.

You turned down everything
that Bobbi asked you to do.

Because I told the people
of the State of New York

to come on down,

see me in action,
so I can prove to you

that I'm the best person
for D.A.

So what am I
supposed to say now?

"Hey, actually,
don't come down because

I actually suck"?

Erin, come on.

I'm bringing this to Jack.

Why would you do that?

So I can help Melissa
win the suit.

Listen to me, if you throw
yourself under the bus,

you're throwing away any shot
at becoming district attorney.

My office, now.

Whoa. Thought I had
some explaining to do,

but... (chuckles)

You shouldn't have to
explain anything.

What were you thinking
grilling Detective O'Leary?

Susan? I asked her
a couple questions.

You would've done
the same thing.

I would've n...
(sighs)

I would've never gone over
a sergeant's head

and questioned a detective
on their handling of a case.

Are you pulling rank
on me?

You are a patrol officer.
You are not a detective.

I made a promise
to Sam.

You got to stop doing that.

Doing what?

Making promises
that you can't deliver.

Sam deserves justice
for his grandson.

I am sure he does,

but I don't even
know the guy.

Well, if...
(knock on door)

Sergeant Reagan?

Could you give me
five minutes, please?

If you'd have met him, you
would've done the same thing.

I did look into the overdose,
like you asked me,

but I did it because
it was good intel,

not because I made a promise
to a grieving man.

Well, then
what did you think?

I think we may be able
to tie this dealer

to numerous
other deaths.

Then what the hell
are we fighting about?

Because I was gonna ask
Detective O'Leary to open

a joint investigation,
but since you pissed her off,

that's not gonna happen.
We don't even need her.

She already admitted she's
confident Marco sold the drugs,

she just doesn't have
enough evidence to arrest him.

Well, what does she have?

Text messages
on the victim's phone

asking to score from Marco.

The night he died?

Yeah, but she can't tie Marco
to the area that night

or confirm he made the deal.

You have his information?

Yeah, I even met him.

Carmine, Carmine, Carmine.
(groans)

Got a second to chat?

Just got to clear
a few things up.

No, thank you.

Come on, Carmine.
Where the hell you gonna go?

Just stay and talk to us
for a minute.

Listen to me,
you're not gonna hold me

for another nine hours.
Come on.

You know what? Why don't you
just call my lawyer, okay?

He's alive.
Get a bus.

Come on, Carmine.

Oh, come on.

Are you saying nobody
at this table

has ever considered
moving somewhere else?

I've thought about
kicking it out to the country

one of these days.

Really?
Uh-oh.

Yeah, a big backyard,
a dishwasher,

no rats in the trash.

When you put it
like that...

Couldn't agree more.

ERIN:
Yeah, seconded.

HENRY:
Betty and I
used to dream

of a nice little ranch
somewhere warm.

FRANK:
Okay, look,

let me rephrase.

New York is expensive, dirty,

full of crime,
and freezing in the winter.

Not to mention a melting
hellscape all summer long.

Not to mention,
it smells like crap.

Not like crap.

(laughter)
True.

Okay, true,
but TMI.

So, the question remains,
what's keeping us here?

And don't say pizza, Sean.

Bagels.
Same difference.

SEAN:
No, I'm serious.

You remember, every Sunday,
after hockey practice...

Yeah. Me, you, Gramps,

couple everything bagels
and a...

newspaper split
three ways.

Yup.

HENRY: I got
the sports page.

Sean got the funnies.

That's my point.

So the beauty is in the details.

JANKO:
Exactly.

Like knowing every bartender
in a three-block radius.

All 30 of them.

Or running
into a subway performer

you swear could
sell out Yankee Stadium.

Or just running over a Yankee.

One time,
and you guys won't let me

forget it, come on!

Where are you
in all this, Dad?

You dream of a little
cheeseburger in paradise?

Well...

you know those rats
in the trash cans?

Well, out in the country,

they're raccoons.

And they're bigger and meaner.

To the devil you know.

That's right.

Hear, hear.
The devil you know.

There you go.

Hello, Carmine.

(sighs)

Hey, Nurse, I'm being invaded.
Knock it off.

Hey.

I got nothing to say
to you guys.

We're just here to try to help
you figure out who did this.

Why don't you just look
in the freaking mirror?

Oh, so we're the ones
that blew up your car?
Just as well!

You told Johnny DiPierro
I was broke.

You put the target on my back!

I thought
the DiPierros have been

out of the game
for 30 years now?

I guess old habits.

Ah.
It was your daughter
who told her husband.

You had to know that was
gonna happen eventually.

Only after you guys
came around.

Just imagine if my wife
or my daughter was in the car!

DANNY:
You know, I've been wondering
the same thing myself all day.

Who the hell would take
such a massive risk

over a guy like you?

Look at me, I would never
steal from my daughter.

How dare you say that!
DANNY: Come on, Carmine.

There had to be a reason
there was a target on your back.

You got ten seconds

to get out of my face.

You understand?
Or what?

Or what?!
You got ten seconds to get
the hell out of my face!

Or what are you gonna do?!
Get out of here!

What are you gonna do?!
Come on, let's go.

Bye, little boy,
goodbye-bye-bye!

Yeah, pull him
out of here.

I don't think
Carmine's our guy.

What are you talking about,
he's not our guy?

I just got a text from
Officer Roberts saying

they arrested a busboy for
stealing wedding gifts again.

Hold on.
Same venue, same M.O.?

Mm-hmm.

Can I help you
find anything?

Yeah, you got anything
that's not in the case?

Hey, man, this ain't
that kind of place.

That's not what I heard.

I don't care what you heard.

We don't do that here.

Come on, man, I've got cash.

Help me out?

Okay.

What are you
looking for?

You got Murder 8?

I have a few.
That's gonna be 250.

I got it.

(sniffs)

Get the hell out of here.
Whoa, man!

If you ever think about
coming back, I'll kill you.

I'm not looking for any trouble.
I just want to score.

And I said I don't do that here.

Yeah, but you took
my money.

You lucky I ain't take
your life. Now get lost!

Police! Don't move!

Yo, man, I was just
defending myself.

This addict was trying
to rob the register.

Police. Get your hands
behind your back.

You're under arrest.
Damn, you a cop?

Gun. You got cuffs?
OFFICER: Yes, boss.

JAMIE:
I don't suppose you got
a license for that gun?

(grunts)

Some guy pulled a gun out on me
this week. I got to defend

myself, but I swear,
I don't sell no drugs!

JAMIE:
Yeah, save it.

There's product back here
in plain view.

I suggest you start
telling the truth.

JAMIE: Come on, tell us.
OFFICER: Come with me.

Okay, why don't we just
go over it one more time

just to make sure we got all

our facts straight.
I already said it was me, man.

Just let me sign the damn thing.

I know what you said, but
let's just go over it, okay?

You say you bus weddings
two nights

a week at the Marksby,
is that right?

Sundays, too, if they need me.

So you a really long time
to plan out this robbery, right?

I don't know, man.
It just happened.

I saw an opening.

Mm, okay, man.

I mean,
let's talk about it.

The first heist you...

disappear without a trace,

like Danny Ocean
or something.

But then the second time you
do it with more time to plan,

you somehow are
careless enough to let

half the bridal party see you.

Seems a little out of character

for a man with your skill set,
don't you think?

I guess I got cocky.

Hmm. Or maybe

there's something else
going on

that you don't feel
like telling us about just yet.

What am I looking at?

Do you know who the Romanos
and DiPierros are?

Some flashy Italians
with too much money?

This is what those families do
to people who cross them.

DANNY:
Now let's talk about
what really happened, okay?

Somebody told you
to take the fall

for the first heist.

I told you, man, it was my idea.

And then they paid you

to come in
and botch the second one.

So it would look like
it was you who did both

instead of them all along,
isn't that right?

This is more than just a
couple years behind bars, Owen.

Take a look at the photos.

Really look at them.
They'll do

the same thing to you, if they
think you stole from them.

DANNY: You think you're
gonna walk out the door

sticking to the story
that it was you all along,

there's no telling what
they're gonna do to you next.

You feeling like telling us
what really happened now?

Good.

BOYLE:
You sure you want to do this?

I don't want to, but...

I know I have to.

(knocking)

(door opens)

Mrs. Phillips is here.
Please send her in.

(inhales deeply)

What the hell is she doing here?

Look, I know I'm the last person
that you want to see right now.

That's right.

But, please,
just hear me out.

I don't have
to do anything for you.

BOYLE:
Give her a chance.

She can help us.
How?

Hasn't she done enough?

There was a third witness

I decided not to call
to testify.

Why would you do that?

I felt the other two were
more trustworthy

and would play better
to the jury.

So what're you saying?

So I can't redo
the trial,

but I can and will
do anything necessary

to help your family.

How does this help?

We can include
in our suit that ADA Reagan

failed to introduce
crucial evidence

that could've swayed the jury.

I'm willing to admit
that the third witness

could've helped put
Adam Martin in prison.

I can't believe this.

Look, I've been
beating myself up about this,

and if I could go back
and do things differently,

I would, but I can't.

So...

...I am determined
to help you build your suit.

And then you go around my back
and call the governor?

Well, he's the one
who should be handling this.

Not your call to make.

It was necessary.

And overdue.

I'm in charge of this city.

Come on.

He should send in State Troopers

to handle this and you know it.

That's not happening.

Mr. Mayor...

we need our manpower
on the streets,

not rent-a-copping
these shelters.

And I disagree,
and I'm the boss of this.

Then go
to the governor yourself.

You took that bullet out
of my gun by going over my head.

Then call him out publicly.
Great plan!

How did I not think of that?

And why not?

Because you and the governor
are members

of the same party?

What are you hinting at?

Well...

it sure seems
you're positioning yourself

for higher office.

If I was looking
to take the governor's job,

I'd jump at the chance
to call him out.

A kid running for student
council knows that move.

I'm taking this stand
so other mayors

see how New York is responding

and follow suit.
You think that's easy?

Okay, then put your money
where your mouth is.

Up my budget and have your show.

You have by far the biggest,
most expensive

police department
in the country as it is.

In the city
that's the hardest to police.

Figure out a way
within your already

inflated budget
to make this work.

Deflated budget.

Twice, on your watch.

Another bus arrives tomorrow.

I will be there to welcome it

with open arms.

And you expect

my people to be there, too?

The more the merrier.

Why are we sitting
around here?

Because I want
to offer you help.

Why would you want
to help me?

Because I want
this stuff off the street.

And I know that you're just
a dealer with a store.

So you want me to turn
on my supplier?

If you can help us
get them,

you can still have
a life after this.

I'll help

if you drop the charges.

Completely?
I don't think that's possible.

Then there's no way
I'm turning on anybody

and risking my life.

(door opens)

Sergeant,
can I have a word with him?

JAMIE:
Yeah, go for it.

I'll speak to the D.A. on your
behalf and say you cooperated,

if you write a letter
to the D.A. saying

you don't want
Sam Velucci prosecuted

for holding you at gunpoint.

So you'll only help me

if I get that crazy dude off?

He's not crazy.
He's grieving.

You sold his grandson drugs
that killed him.

You're lucky he didn't shoot you
when he had the chance.

I'm not helping that wacko.
You're gonna be charged

with criminal possession
of a controlled substance

in the first degree.

We uncovered
ten ounces of narcotics,

6,000 milligrams
of methadone.

That's a class A-1 felony.

You're looking
at serious time.

What do you want me to do?

Write the letter.

It's gonna show
that you have

some remorse
for your actions,

some empathy
for your victims.

But if you don't,

I will personally make sure
that you're put away

until the day you die.

Hey, hey, wait! This has got
to be some kind of mistake.

Hey, take another step,

and I'm gonna lock you up
for obstructing.

You can't keep me
off the sidewalk.
Try me.

JOHN:
Hey, Franny, I love you.

I-I'll call my dad's attorney.
Just listen to them.

It'll be okay, I promise.
CARMINE: Hey!

What the hell
is going on?

Get your hands off her!
Your daughter's under arrest.

For what?
Should be for that car.

That's my wife's car.
What are the charges?

Falsely reporting an incident.

That can't be right.

She had already
safely stashed the cash

in the car by the time
the fight broke out.

When the cops arrived,
she saw an opportunity.

CARMINE: What are
they saying, Franny?

You tried to hurt me?

It wasn't her,
it was the DiPierros.

We collared two
of their goons an hour ago.

They're the ones
that blew up your car.

They thought you stole
the money 'cause you've been

lying so much.
Sweetie?

Tell me they've got
this thing all mixed up.

Get your hands off me!
You couldn't give me one day.

It's always got
to be about Carmine, right?

So you framed me?

You ruined my wedding day.

And you never even apologized.

DANNY:
Go home.

I got to hand it to you.

Not a lot of people would
do what you're doing.

Well, it's
the right thing to do.

Even if it hurts
your campaign?

Well, I messed up,
I got to own it.

Not a lot of Erin Reagans
in the world.

Well, there aren't
a lot of Jack Boyles, either.

You helped me see
all this clearly.

You know, it's actually
been kind of fun

working with you again.

Well, I don't know
if I would call this fun,

but yeah.

Yeah, we're good together.

That's funny.

You were always so good
at pro bono cases

and I used
to hate them.

(laughs)

Which is why it's funny
which sides we landed on here.

Why don't you
come work for me?

What?

Think of all the people
you could help.

That's not a bad idea.

You'd consider that?

Oh, I'm not
so sure about that.

But thank you.

You reminded me
of all the good that I can do,

whether I win
this election or not.

Still in civvies?

Yeah, thankfully,

they still have respect
for the shield.

Well, we arrested Marco

and two men
who were supplying fentanyl

to multiple dealers
across the city.

Oh, my God.

That's wonderful.
There's more.

Marco wrote a letter
to the D.A.

where he admitted
to selling Vince the drugs.

And he requested

the D.A. drop
all charges against you.

Well, what does that mean?

It means you're free to go.

Really?

That's damn good police work.

(chuckles) Yeah.
Thank you.

But, you know, you can't ever

pull a stunt like that again.

I do not condone
the way you went about it,

even if it did...

work this time.

You know, your grandson
would be real proud of you.

(sniffles, exhales)

Yeah.

CHASE:
Welcome to New York.

We are happy to have you.

Bienvenida a nuestra
vello ciudad.

Welcome,
welcome to New York.

Here you go.
Here you go.

Mr. Mayor?

Frank, I didn't mean for you to
stand in as detail personally.

Oh, I just wanted to see
your show live and in person.

In front of the press,
seriously?

What is this?

That's the bill.

See...

the NYPD offers
a uniformed police presence

at private gatherings,
sporting events,

concerts, you name it.

For a price, of course, so...

...if you want my people
at your show,

you pay for it
like anybody else.

Is this a joke?

Personal checks
and credit cards accepted,

payable within 30 days.

And that isn't a request.

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