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I don't want any trouble.

Oh, you don't want any trouble?

All yours, Sonny.

Take 'em down, Sonny.

You should've thought about
that a long time ago.

Thought about what?

Come on, get up.

Come on.

Come on.

Mayor Chase!

Hey, when are you gonna fix
all the potholes?

I didn't vote for you.

Hey, Mr. Mayor, can I take a picture?

All right, folks, late for lunch.

Ah, you again?

What's the matter, Mr. Mayor?
Not happy to see me?

You've been harassing me all day.

Just exercising my right to free speech.

You're a public figure, remember?

You answer to the public,
isn't that right?

Can you take care of this, please?

Thank you. This is illegal.

You can't do this. You can't detain me.

I am well within my rights to be here.

This is a public sidewalk.

You see what's happening?
This could happen to you.

I have a right to speak out
to a public figure.

This is what's

- That's enough.
- happening to all of us...

I know I'm always the
one to say, "Yeah, but,"

but there's something else.

Let me guess. He's a cop.

- You know the guy?
- No.

But you recognize him.

No, but I can do the math about
you being in here playing this for me.

And he is off duty?

- That's right, boss.
- Well, then we're good.

I'm not so sure about that.

Oh.

The mayor we know and love is
not gonna take this lying down.

Especially since the D.A.'s
office already sprung our guy.

Well, yeah, what he did isn't a crime.

Be that as it may, there is
still the public relations concern.

- You mean the political.
- That, too.

Well, I don't give a damn about either.

- Frank!
- Garrett,

before you start going down the road

about how unreasonable I am,

let me remind you that this
"camera in your face" thing

is what every cop in the city
deals with every day.

A hundred percent.

Which is what I'm guessing

this cop is trying to demonstrate.

So, let's just give him a medal instead?

Technically, it'd be
a commendation, Garrett.

Garrett, we ask our cops
to suck it up and ignore it

every time John Q. Public
springs a 60 Minutes ambush.

The least we can do
is hold their boss, our mayor,

to the same standard.

You're not looking to start
a fight with the mayor?

No.

But I won't back down from one either.

How are you holding up?

Happy I'm alive, to be honest.

That was a pretty bad beating.

We're sorry about that.

And for no reason.

Like, none whatsoever.

Did you know these guys at all?
Have any dealings with them?

Did I know them?

I never saw those thugs
before in my life.

Any ideas as to why they targeted you?

I was minding my own business

and these guys decided to jump me.

Maybe you can help us
with a description.

What'd they look like?

They were mostly Asian guys.
Like a dozen of them.

All of them on these scooters or bikes.

It was happening at hyper speed. Like...

a swarm descending on me at like
a hundred miles an hour.

Is there any details
you can try to remember?

Maybe a name?

An article of clothing that stood out?

Sonny.

Yeah, one of them kept
calling the main guy Sonny.

Sonny.

- What?
- Nothing.

What, you know the guy or something?

We're gonna have to check
surveillance cameras in the area.

You rest up. We'll be in touch.

I got to be honest with you, Reagan,

- I'm putting you in a bad spot here.
- Bad spot?

So whatever you're about to say about

how you don't want to
do this or it's unfair,

I've been playing the scene
in my head a million times,

so asked and answered
if you know what I'm saying.

I don't.

And another thing.
I wish I could tell you

I was tapping you for this
'cause you're my top dog.

But the truth is you're green as hell

and we got conflicts up the wazoo.

Conflicts, Lieutenant?

I guess you're the wrong
man at the right time.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on here, boss?

Before I proceed, keep in mind
that everything we say in here

is being recorded.

The first voice you're gonna hear

belongs to Malcolm Argus,
known drug dealer.

The second voice belongs to
one of his unknown associates.

It's got to be after 4:00 on the 12th.

That's the time my cop works the sector.

Okay, so either the 12th or the 13th.

Listen to me. The 12th. Only the 12th.

Any other day and I don't know if my guy

is gonna be working. Has to be the 12th.

And he's gonna look the other way?

Hundred percent green light.

What about his partner?

Not a problem.

Boss?

You heard Argus mention
a specific sector

and a specific date and time.

Yeah.

That's the 2-9's roll call for the 12th.

Badillo and Janko.

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That's definitely Sonny.

Looks like you inspired him
to commit more crimes.

Very funny. I'll see you at the car.

Reagan.

Hey, Reagan, you got a sec?

No. I don't.

What do you mean no?
I got to talk to you.

Yeah, you know, in all
the years I've known you,

never once have you come
to talk to me with good news.

Well, what can I say?
You're the problem solver.

Like the great Wizard of Oz.

Humble am I in your presence.

Mm-hmm. What's it about?

Your sister.

See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

No, no, no, no. Come on, come on, Danny.

Come on, this is serious.
I need your help.

Mm-hmm. And does Erin know you're here?

Of course not.

Well, then there you go, okay?

It's never a good idea
to do anything for my sister

especially when it's behind her back.

Jack Boyle is trying to hook her
up with Warren Bradford.

- The billionaire Warren Bradford?
- Yeah.

Says he's willing to stake
her campaign for her.

Sounds like a love connection
to me, Chuck Woolery...

"Back in two and two."

Look.

Jack Boyle and Warren Bradford
coming out of Peter Luger's

- after a three-hour dinner.
- Why wasn't I invited?

Look closely.

- Look who they're with.
- Wait a minute.

Nicky the Gent and Tommy Basile?

Two known mob figures.

Not exactly the kind of company

we want Erin keeping company with

even if it's by association.

True.

Except Warren is not
the problem, Anthony.

It's Jack.

He's got dozens of clients like this.

And I got a case to work.

- Oh, got 'em.
- Oh, come on.

Ah...

Ooh.

- Eddie, you got a minute?
- What?

Oh, Jamie, hey. Where did you come from?

Got a minute?

Yeah, sure, what's going on?

Do you know this guy?

No, I don't think so.

What do you mean you don't think so?

Just that. I don't think I know him.

Well, you either do or you don't.

Not much you really
have to think about, right?

Jamie, what's going on?

His name is Malcolm Argus.

He's a known drug dealer
who works in the neighborhood.

Oh, I see.

No, I don't think
we've ever crossed paths.

- You don't think so?
- Oh, geez, here we go again.

Jamie, I have never
crossed paths with him.

Okay, because he usually
conducts business in your sector.

- Do you think I'm lying or something?
- No.

No, no, no. Nothing like that.

Why are you asking me so many questions?

No reason.

No reason?

When you took this job

you said we weren't allowed
to talk about work anymore.

And... that seems to be
what you're doing.

This is not that big a deal.
Forget I asked.

Jamie, is there something
I need to know about?

No, forget it.

Okay.

Terminate Officer Stokes.

- I can't do that.
- You mean won't.

No, I mean I can't.
I do not have the authority.

You're the police commissioner
and he's a cop!

Who has done nothing wrong.

He spent the entire day stalking me

and shoving his camera in my face

and trying to provoke me
and you bet that's wrong!

But that is exactly
what my officers contend with

on a daily basis and it's legal.

And I suspect it's the reason
he came after you.

And what's the point?

The same one you're making.

It ought to be illegal
to taunt and provoke

and record while someone's
trying to do their job.

Oh, you're playing games with me, Frank.

No. I am telling you the way it is.

Mr. Mayor, my hands are tied.

Because you want them to be.

If you're asking me if I agree

with what Officer Stokes
is doing, the answer is...

sort of.

Sort of?

I don't love his method,
but his frustration is valid

and it is shared by the rank and file.

I won't be an object lesson
for your cops.

Well, in this case...

it's not your choice or mine.

Right, of course, it's legal,
so your hands are tied.

Mine aren't.

Damn Sonny.

Upset he didn't take you up on
your offer to come on the job?

You're making fun?

No! I'm giving you an A-plus for effort.

That's another way of you making fun.

Well, if it walks like a duck
and eats banh mi...

Yeah. Hey, Sonny!

Come on.

Hey, what's the matter, Detective?

Oh, you're not happy to see me?

No, I'm not.

Hey, you got this all wrong, bro.

No, I don't. We saw what you did.

Come on, you got to hear me out, bro.

We tried that before.
Obviously, you didn't listen.

Yo, bro...

can I talk to you for one second?

Call me bro one more time,
I'm gonna jam on the brakes

and launch you through the windshield.

Sorry, Detective.

- That's better.
- So, can I talk to you?

We already tried that.

Didn't work out too well.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

You want to talk to me
about talking to me?

You got this wrong.

So, you didn't put a
beatdown on that guy?

Cause we saw the video, didn't we?

- Yes, we did.
- He had it coming.

- No, you got it coming!
- Danny, watch out!

Stay put.

Hey.

Hey, you okay? What happened?

Sonny, hey! Sonny!

Hey! Hey! Sonny!

This is a disaster.

It doesn't have to be.

What do you
mean "It doesn't have to be"?

- We lost a prisoner.
- It happens.

It doesn't happen to me.

Well, there is a first
time for everything.

This isn't funny, you know.

- They weren't your cuffs on him.
- I'm not saying it's funny.

I'm just saying it's only
as bad as we allow it to be.

- And it's bad.
- Let's just put our heads together,

calmly, and try to figure out
how we're going to find him.

Fine.

Nice and easy.

You're a dead man, you son of a bitch!

Detective,

I swear to you,
I had nothing to do with that.

My crew overreacted. I'm sorry.

Oh, you're so sorry
that you ran off anyway?

The heat of the moment.

Truth is, Sam Isaac

isn't who you think he is.

He got beat down for a very good reason.

Great, tell me all about it
when you come in.

Take a guess... on how many
young Vietnamese girls

he's put in the hospital.

Yeah, you didn't know
about that, did you?

Look, you want to make
a complaint, you come on in

sit down with me, I'll take
your statement personally.

How's that?

I already delivered my statement.

And now you got five years
hanging over your head because of it.

He's a bad guy, man.

I'm telling you. He had it coming.

Sonny, you know what?
I used to like you.

And in my gut I really want to
believe you right now.

But the only way I can help you

is if you come in
and tell me what you know,

you help me nail this guy,
then I'll help you.

How's that?

Yeah, not while you're still
looking to nail me.

I can't do anything to help you with him

until you tell me everything you know.

Don't you get that?

Everything you need to know
is in your inbox.

What are you talking about
"In my inbox"?

"You've got mail."

So...

That was quick.
You got something for me?

I got nothing.

Okay, then, why are you here
eating up my time?

That's exactly my question.
Why am I here?

Well, if you don't know
and I don't know,

I'm not sure we'll ever know.

So back when you've got something.

I mean, why am I in this
bureau, Lieutenant?

Why do you think you're
here, Sergeant Reagan?

Well, I thought my C.O.
thought I'd be a good fit,

but she also wanted
to keep me in the 2-9.

And now you're not so sure?

I'm pretty sure.

I'm just not sure if you want me here.

Makes you say that?

My wife is not a dirty cop.

Officer Edit Janko is not a dirty cop.

Nobody is saying she is.

Really? Because you came pretty close

to insinuating that
the last time I was here.

So, is this some kind of a test?

What kind of a test?

A test to see if I can be trusted.

If I'll tell my wife
that she's under suspicion?

- Did you?
- No.

But I don't like being put
in this position.

So if my former C.O.
jammed me down your throat,

then cut me loose,
but I don't want to get set up!

Do you want out?

That's not what I'm saying.

No, but it's what I'm asking.

No, but if I'm not wanted...

Your C.O. didn't put you here.

It came from much higher than that.

My father?

No. Then who?

Me.

You?

I've had my eye on you
for a long time, Reagan.

Years. So no.

I'm not trying to run you out of here.

And I'm not setting you up to fail.

I handpicked you.

I didn't know that, boss.

- Thank you.
- And I wouldn't have done that

if I thought your wife
was dirty. She's not.

But her partner... might be.

So...

You see what you can dig up.

You find out Officer Badillo's dirty,

we go straight to IAB.

Geez. What'd this guy do? Write a novel?

Affidavits from neighborhood
Vietnamese girls

who Sonny says were assaulted.

Any of what Sonny says check out?

It's a list of names.

And times and locations
they were attacked.

Mm. Sonny put this together
all by himself?

I checked our computer.

Some of the same assault
complaints are in our system.

Same time, same location.

Except none of the victims
were cooperative on the scene

because no one talks in Little Vietnam.

Well, no one talks to us.
They talk to Sonny quite a bit.

That's true.

- How many of these statements we got?
- Over a dozen.

They're all saying the same thing.

"I was walking alone,
minding my business.

"A white male comes out of nowhere.

Punches me. Beats me down."

Let me guess, every one of them

matches the description of Sam Isaac.

White. Male. 30s. Beard.

- So, we're thinking Sonny is right?
- We know Sonny's right.

This video was attached
to the email Sonny sent.

Oh, that sure looks
like Sam Isaac to me.

Look, I'm not gonna say it...

Your saying you're not
gonna say you told me so

is saying you told me so.

Well, I did tell you so.

And now you've told me

you told me so twice.

Mayor's taken his issue
with Officer Stokes

to the Civilian Complaint Review Board.

He's requesting they terminate him.

Anything else?

That's it?

No response?

And what would you have me do?

At least acknowledge

that this whole thing
could've been avoided.

Well, of course the whole thing
could have been avoided

if I just got down
on my knees and begged.

A bit of an exaggeration.

Not really, no.

You could've just slow-walked
it till he forgot about it.

- Could have. Would not.
- And so turned a one-day story

into a whole-week story.

A whole-week story and the issue
that's front and center

on every news outlet in the city.

And it is my guess that that is exactly

what Officer Stokes was hoping for.

I got to be honest, boss.
The cops love it.

The guy's a hero.

And having his back isn't hurting

your standing with the rank
and file either.

Could you two please not?

- I support his position.
- Same.

And when we lose this silly fight?

We go down with Stokes.

Who said anything about losing?

All right, Jackie boy, let's see

what wiseguy you're
breaking bread with today.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Isaac checked out of the hospital.

Got his last known.

Be honest, you feel a little better

about the whole Sonny thing, huh?

You mean, Sonny the vigilante
escaped fugitive?

- Well, there's that.
- Mm-hmm. There's only that.

Well, no. There's a lot
more and you know it.

He did better police work

than a lot of our own detectives.

And your point is?

Maybe you got through to him after all.

Oh.

I tried to get him to go straight.

I even tried to talk him
into becoming a cop.

You know, obviously,
he's got the head for it.

But he always chooses street justice.

All I'm saying is there's a win here

- if you're willing to take it.
- There is no win.

This guy really loves
bringing you gifts, huh?

Yeah. Just the kind of
gifts I don't want.

Hello, Sam. What brings you here?

What's that?

- I think he said he didn't do anything.
- Oh.

- What?
- And he said

the guy Sonny is crazy.

Uh-huh.

He's half right.

Excuse me, have you
seen my friend Sonny around?

Sonny? You seen him?

He's the most popular guy in town.

Nobody's seen him around?

Excuse me.

Have any of you seen my friend Sonny?

- He's my good friend.
- We...

You see that? She spoke English.

She just doesn't want to help us.

Hey, buddy.

Listen, this is my friend Sonny.
I've seen you with him.

Will you tell me where I can find him?

He's not in trouble.
I just got to talk to him.

- I don't think he liked you very much.
- Well, I don't like him either.

He's got to be around here somewhere.

I mean, this guy
hasn't left Little Vietnam

- since the day he was born.
- That's true.

It's also true that nobody here
is gonna help us find him.

You never know.

Well, I know that neither
one of us is Vietnamese.

I also know that Sonny is
way too powerful around here.

That's why we need to find
someone with more power.

You think a bunch of gamblers

- are gonna help us out?
- If properly motivated, perhaps.

Anthony, what are you doing here?

I'm just admiring your family photos.

What are you talking about?

What the hell is that?

That's what I'd like to know.

Where did this come from?

- Yours truly.
- You're spying on me?

Try looking out for you.

By taking creepy
surveillance photos of me?

Well, they're not supposed to be of you.

I was staking out Jack.

Oh, that's so much better.
Get out of my chair.

Why are you pulling a stakeout on Jack?

- To protect you.
- From what?

My ex-husband?

He's putting you in a bad spot.

He's mixed up with the wrong
kind of people

and if it gets out during the campaign,

it's gonna burn you.

Anthony, you need to listen to me.

My personal life is my personal life.

No, it isn't. The second you file

and make this whole thing official,

your personal life is over.

Okay. I want you to leave, okay?

You're this bent out of shape
when it's just me.

What are you gonna be like

when it's the press or your opposition?

Go. Now.

Fine.

But you should know...

who you're getting into bed with.

I'm probably not supposed to
talk to you about this, but...

that guy you mentioned, Malcolm Argus...

Yeah, Eddie...

Just let me...

You see, the reason I
said I didn't think I knew him

is 'cause I didn't recognize his face.

- Mm-hmm.
- But his name rang a bell.

Rang a bell?

Not to me, but I've heard it
come up a bunch.

- With Badillo.
- Yes.

Well, what've you heard?

Nothing much.
Just that he loves the guy.

- Badillo loves him?
- Not really.

You know, just jokes 'cause
he's collared him so many times.

- Badillo has collared Malcolm Argus?
- Like five times.

Says it's good for his arrest numbers.

The gift that keeps on giving.

- What?
- Nothing.

No reason.

Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

My name is Detective Reagan,

this is my part...

This is my partner,
Detective Maria Baez.

Uh, yeah, I'm looking for this man.

I believe you all know him as Sonny.

Was wondering if anyone
could help me find him.

Anyway.

If anyone happens to see him,

I will leave my card.

Please give me a call.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way,
the officers down there...

if you just take a look,

uh, well, they'll be coming
up here to shut you down

until such time as Sonny
is delivered to me.

Have a great day.

You have to go.

Everyone.

You have to clear out. Right now.

A little friendly persuasion.

So sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm used to it.

The CCRB ruled in your favor.
Congratulations.

Yeah, big whoop.

You seem like a guy who takes the win.

Civilian Complaint Review Board?

No board starts with
"civilian" has any teeth.

Which you factored for when
playing me and this issue.

I never played you.

No, of course not.

That would be unbecoming
of an officer or something.

Technically, I'm a civilian employee.

Yes, technically, my employee.

But we've seen how much that matters.

Mr. Mayor...

sometimes I get the feeling
that you think I don't like you.

Really? I wonder why.

Well, that's not the case at all.

But we are church and state.

Separate but equal?

Well, equal-ish.

Huh.

I guess that makes me the mayor-ish.

Well, we both have the same goals

even if our methods diverge at times.

- All the time.
- Not this time.

Are you saying you're gonna
accept the CCRB's recommendation

and terminate Officer Stokes?

Ish.

- Ish?
- Well, termination

opens up a whole can of worms
with the union,

and believe me,
you don't want any part of that.

Then, what?

I'm going to respect
the spirit of the ruling

and suspend Officer Stokes
for 30 days without pay

and one year of dismissal probation.

Mm.

So, that whole opera about
what the cops go through

and what's good for them
should be good for me

and all that was what? Posturing?

I don't posture.

Then, what?

Before we ever discussed the matter,

I met with Officer Stokes.

And everything I said to you was
a version of what he said to me.

But you didn't agree with him?

Uh, part of me agreed with him fully.

But the problem is
his position and actions

broke my golden rule.

You have an actual golden rule?

I do. You can borrow it if you want.

Well, maybe I will. What is it?

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I know.

Hey, Reagan.

Delivery is here.
I didn't order anything.

- You order dinner?
- Nope.

We didn't order dinner.

It's not food. It's a guy.

Hey, partner. Bring him in.

Special delivery.

Now that's a present.

Nothing like a little motivation.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, I think that you are going to be

pretty excited about
the special tonight...

Lobster bisque. Your favorite.

I'm not sure I can stay for dinner.

Uh-oh. What'd I do now?

You did nothing.
It's-it's not your fault, it's mine.

Oh, my God.

The dreaded "It's not you,
it's me" speech?

That's ten times worse.
What are you doing?

It's... just bad timing, Jack.

When you're running out of time,

there's no such thing as the right time.

You're not running out of time.

We both are.

Neither one of us has their whole life

ahead of them like we once did.

We got...

half a life ahead of us, at best.

Let's make the most of it.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Nope.

What paper is running it?

None.

What do you mean? How did,
how'd you shut them down?

I didn't.

Erin, I'm sorry, what-what is going on?

My friend Anthony shot this.

He's following you?

Not me. You.

Me?

Why the hell is he following me?

He thinks you're gonna
blow up my campaign.

And as much as I don't want to admit it,

I think he's right.

Slow down. What...?

What in the world are you talking about?

How could I possibly
blow up your campaign?

Well, if that photo didn't,

these certainly will.

Erin, this is New York.

Everybody rubs shoulders together.

Not when that shoulder
belongs to the ex-husband,

secret boyfriend to
the long-shot daughter

of the police commissioner
running for district attorney.

Erin, come on.

We are not gonna get too many
more cracks at this.

I'm sorry, Jack.

You sure you don't want a lawyer?

Spoke to him before I came here.

He told me not to worry about a thing.

Not to worry about a thing, huh?

I'd say felony assault
and escaping police custody

is a lot to worry about.

He says I'm not on
the hook for the escape.

I didn't plan it.
I just got caught up in it.

Technically, I was kidnapped.

That's cute. And probably true.

It's not gonna help you
with the assault.

- Depends.
- On what?

How it plays in the press.

Oh, that's his plan?
Take it to the press?

Local Vietnamese kid
protecting neighborhood girls

from a psycho white guy

committing hate crimes
in Little Vietnam.

I think that will play.

So, why don't you just drop the charges?

'Cause it doesn't work that way.

He thought you might go for it.

I told him you were too
butt-hurt to consider it.

You know, Sonny,
I would say disappointed

is probably a more accurate term.

Look, I appreciate you
looking out for me,

believing in me.

I took what you said to heart,

I really did.

But I had to do it my way.

Right. By becoming a vigilante?

I'm not doing bad. I'm doing good.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, it's what I hoped for
for you, Sonny.

Okay? But nobody gets
to be cop, judge and jury.

What if you were wrong about Sam Isaac?

I wasn't.

What if you were?

What if you got the wrong guy?

What if you killed the guy you beat up?

You saw the case I sent you.
I'm thorough, man.

The case was thorough.
You did a good job.

So, what do you say
you look the other way?

I can't.

'Cause I also saw the video.

But look, maybe there's
something else I can do for you.

What's that?

Let me introduce you

to Special Agent
Tommy Wong with the FBI.

He's working a joint task force

to eliminate human trafficking
in Little Vietnam.

I think you two can help each other.

Help each other how?

You work undercover for me,

maybe the Feds can make these charges

with the state disappear.

And who knows?

Maybe Tommy can succeed where I failed,

and help you find a new career path.

All right, Sonny.

Let's talk about
how we can get started, huh?

I'm all ears.

What am I looking at?

Malcolm Argus's phone records.

How'd you get these?

What he said up on the wire
was enough for the judge.

Nice play. And...?

Take a look at these highlighted calls.

Our cop?

That number comes back
to Officer Badillo.

So it's him. Badillo is the dirty cop.

No, boss.

What do you mean no?

These are outgoing calls.

- From Argus to Badillo.
- So?

Take a look at the length
of these calls.

Each one of them no more
than a few seconds long.

Yeah, I don't get
where you're going with this.

Argus knew he was up on a wire.

That's why he was so obvious
when he talked about

a cop being in his pocket

and why he made
multiple calls to Badillo,

but not once had an actual
conversation with him.

Why the hell would Argus
go through all this trouble

to sell Badillo as a dirty cop?

Because Badillo has collared
Argus five times

in the last year.

And another two times in years previous.

So that's his play.

He puts the finger on Badillo.
Hopes we start an investigation.

Figures at the very least,

Badillo gets transferred
to another precinct.

Either way, Argus pulls
the thorn from his side.

Guess I was right about you, Reagan.

You belong here.

- Good work.
- Boss.

Your office called.

- Said you needed these.
- Thank you, Anthony.

So, this is where we're at now?

Your office calls me, not you?

It doesn't mean anything.

Really? So, something that's
never happened before

has happened three times this week

but it doesn't mean anything?

Okay.

Hold on, Anthony.

I don't like that you were
following me without me knowing.

I know.

But understand, I was just
looking out for you.

That's what friends do.

Okay, but sometimes
it's just a little too much.

Oh, so, you mean I'm a little too much?

No...

You know, the thing with me?

I don't let anybody in. Nobody.

So when I do, it's a big deal.

I'm an all or nothing guy.

And sometimes all of me
is too much for people.

- No, it...
- No, it's true.

I could've gone about this
whole thing a little better.

Well, the deck was stacked against you.

I mean, if you had come clean
about sniffing around Jack,

I would've been pissed
and shut you down hard.

You think?

And then I would've
continued seeing Jack

which means it would be The Post who had

those photos... instead of you.

I would rather you hate me
than for that to have happened.

The last thing in the world
I would do is hate you.

Just tone it down, right?

No...

- Yeah, but...
- Look...

I suck at some things
and you suck at others,

but for the most part,
together, we don't suck.

We're pretty great.

I love it. Our new motto.

"We don't suck."

Behind us?

Rearview mirror, baby.

See you later.

See you.

The mayor just wrapped
his press conference.

Damn, I missed it.

Took most of the credit for downgrading

from termination to suspension.

Came off as perfectly reasonable,

even gracious to our cops.

Nothing wrong with that.

The outcome you expected?

I don't know.

Come on, you were three steps
ahead on this the whole time.

Well, you plan for the best outcome,

but you prepare for the worst.

Hmm.

Got to hand it to you.

Works almost every time.

But?

Just curious...

why is it necessary
to keep me in the dark?

Well, I wouldn't call it that.

Why not? That's what it is.

Well, you know that guy in the bar

that's always bragging about
the big deal he's gonna close

or the brilliant way
he's gonna tell his boss off?

He gets his validation,

right there, on the spot.

But he hasn't really ever done anything

except bend his elbow.

I hear that.

Talk about what you want too much,

you're less likely to get it.

But I'm not your drinking buddy.

Well, some of the time.

I'm supposed to be your right hand.

And you are.

Is it me, the office I hold, what?

Is what what?

Well...

I get the feeling pushback
has become your default reaction

to a lot of what I say and do.

Well, when the right hand doesn't know

what the left hand is doing...

Well, it's still part of the same body.

Your door has "Deputy
Commissioner" stenciled on it.

Do we want to change it
to "devil's advocate"?

- No.
- Garrett,

sometimes you being in the dark
is part of the play.

But we're still on the same team.

But if I'm gonna be in a fight,

I want to know it's for real.

- It was real.
- No.

You were treading water
until the mayor got

where you wanted him to be.

And along the way I needed
our fight to hone my position.

Whether I knew it or not.

It's an old clich�, but in our case...

the honest-to-God truth.

I can't do it...
any of it... without you.

Thank you.

Okay, Danny.

What's the dumbest thing
you've ever done?

Agreeing to play this stupid game.

Ah, come on, Danny. Real answer.

DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER DONE:

giving my blessing to the unholy union

between you and my brother.

Oh, shots fired.

- Not you. Him.
- Oh.

Sean, what's your greatest fear?

Oof, uh, disappointing my father.

Oh...

It's true. I want to make you proud.

You always make me proud.
And you never disappoint me.

Yeah, please try to remember that

next time you bust me for something.

Anger and disappointment

are not the same thing.

What's your life's greatest loss?

Let's go, Mets.

Oh, still going on about
those Mets, huh?

I will never get over it.

You can't win 101 games

and then get eliminated
in the first round.

Next year, Pop.

- Eddie.
- Yes.

What is your fondest memory?

Marrying this guy.

Aw...

Okay.

Ooh, when were you the most scared?

Uh, when I proposed to you.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Erin gave me ten-to-one odds.

She is the best handicapper
in the family.

Well, I call 'em like I see 'em.

- To Dad. Dad?
- Yeah.

What's your life's greatest blessing?

Well, this delicious Sunday.

- What?
- What?

Not this sundae,

this Sunday.

And every Sunday

I get to spend with you knuckleheads.

Dad.

That's nice.

Ooh.

Uh-oh.

Who is the love of your life?

It doesn't say that.

Sure does.

Ooh...

Okay, well...

How about those Mets, Pop?

No stalling. You got to answer that.

Yeah, you have to tell us.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Well, I'm gonna take
the Fifth and the box.

How about that?

Game over.

- Wow.
- Whoa.

A sore loser.