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There's an accident
in the Battery Tunnel.

We're gonna have to take the
bridge, so better get moving.

Couple more bites,
and I got a question.

I'm awarding Brian
the Purple Shield.

You're the boss.

And once in a while,
that's a pleasure.

What's the question?

Do you want to tell him,
or do you want it to...

to come up through channels?

(laughs):
I don't know.

COREY (chanting):
Cops just bust us!

CROWD:
We want justice!

- Cops just bust us!
- We want justice!

- Cops just bust us!
- We want justice!

Cops just bust us!

Bring the car up.
We got some protestors in here.

- Cops just bust us!
- We want justice!

- Cops just bust us!
- We want justice!

Hold up.

My name is Corey Vallejo,

and we're the New York
Justice Coalition.

And we wanted you to
know how it feels to have

your day disrupted
for no reason

other than your "profile."

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

CROWD: You're out of touch,
it's time to go!

COREY:
Hey, hey, ho, ho!

You're out of touch,
it's time to go!

- Hey, hey, ho, ho!
- Boss, let's go.

You're out of touch,
and it's time to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

You're out of touch,
and it's time to go!

- Hey, hey, ho, ho!
- Step aside.

You're out of touch,
and it's time to go!

No, no! Hands off! We stay
respectful even if they don't.

- Hey, hey, ho, ho!
- Step aside, we're coming through.

You're out of touch,
and it's time to go!

- BAKER: Back up, please.
- JIM: Step aside.

You're out of touch,
and it's time to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

You're out of touch,
and it's time to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!
You're out of touch...

(knocking on door)

Jennifer!

Come out here now!

Everything okay over there?

Hey, can you mind
your own business?

- Well, I can't really do that.
- Jennifer?

I'm kind of like
the nosy neighbor type.

Oh, sorry.

I live a couple blocks down.
Ron Steward.

- You new in the neighborhood?
- Yeah.

I moved in three months ago.
Just got home from work myself,

saw my daughter's
computer open,

read about her
telling some friend

that she blew off school today

to hang out with some kid
named Reagan.

(sighs) Well,
then you got the wrong house.

This is the Reagan house.

I'm Danny Reagan.

I live here
with my son Sean Reagan.

♪ ...getting older ♪
My turn!

♪ It's feeling good ♪

No, give it...

♪ ♪

Knock, knock.

Dad. What are you doing home?
Dad. What are you doing here?

Music off.
Turn the music off.

(music stops)

I just worked three days
in a row.

I wanted to come home
and freshen up.

I just found out
you're playing hooky.

But we're not.

There's no school.
It's a teacher workday.

Yeah, Dad, I told you that,
like, a week ago.

You told me about that
a week ago,

but you didn't tell me
about this a week ago.

You, either, Jennifer. Let's go.

- I'll see you later...
- Now!

What do you always say? Uh,
don't do anything I wouldn't do?

Zip it.

(phone ringing)

You won't stop me!

(shouts)

(groans)

You won't stop me!

I'll kill all of you!

What's wrong with you?!

Get the hell back here!

Are you nuts?!
(woman moaning)

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

(woman whimpers)

Oh...

Okay, help's on the way.
Help's on the way.

Hang in there.

(moaning)

This is Investigator ABETEMARCO,

from the Manhattan
D.A.'s office.

Try not to snap
the steering wheel in two.

S-Sorry, Sarge.

Pretty soon,
it'll be second nature.

Then you can focus on the most
important part of the job.

Uh, which is...?

Deciding where we're gonna
take our meal.

(laughs)

All right, light it up.
We're pulling over that cab.

What? What am I not seeing?

Trouble light is on.
Driver might need help.

Let's go. Light it up.

(siren wailing)

(woman shouting)

Help! Get over here! Help!

- Help! Get this lady off of me!
- You idiot!

Leong, take the driver.
I got him, I got him, I got him.

ART:
Get out of my cab, you...

WOMAN: Give it to me!
Hey, hey!

I hate your music!

Calm down!
(woman screaming)

Get this crazy bitch off of me!

Prick! Wouldn't give me an aux
cord so I could play my music.

- My radio, I listen to my music!
- All right, calm down.

- Okay...
- Last time I take a stupid cab!

You're gonna get...
(screaming)

I want to see her in cuffs.
Get-- get back!

Get back, get back!

It's not my...
Get back!

Gun! Gun! Gun!

Drop it right now, put it down.

Put it down right now.
Drop it. Do it.

♪ Blue Bloods 9x11 ♪
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TRAVERS:
My head is always on a swivel

when I'm driving the PC.

Eyes ahead, side view mirrors,

rearview, around the horn
in a constant motion.

I couldn't have missed running
over someone's foot.

Understood,

but the problem here
is that cell phone video

from the scene suggests
it could have happened.

TRAVERS:
I'm aware of that,

but from my vantage point,
I did not see or feel

any moment of impact.

And the moment
after the alleged incident,

I saw through
my side view mirror

the crowd move quickly away
from our vehicle

to a young male sitting
on the curb.

Anything else?

Commissioner, if I had
any thought that I'd hit him,

I would've stopped
and rendered immediate aid.

As would I, boss.

As would I.

Thank you, Detectives.

Thank you.

Something else I'd like to know.

How'd I get blindsided
like that?

You do travel in a single
vehicle with no lead car,

against advice, I might add.

No, I mean, this Corey Vallejo.

It seems to me,
I should have heard her name

before I had her screaming at me
in a diner.

Baker, would you call over
there? I left a big tip.

I don't want any of it going
to whoever tipped them off.

Yes, sir.

Getting tagged
"Hit N' Run Reagan"

I guess is the tabloids
doing their job,

but you know, one of your jobs
is watching my back

while watching the horizon.

Which I do.

But the horizon's getting
closer and closer

on a daily basis, Frank.

The circus came to
town and stayed.

GORMLEY:
I say

we pick up this particular clown
for inciting the riot.

And start a real one?

I need to put something out.

NYPD is conducting a thorough
investigation of the incident.

That's it?

No, that's the statement.
Now we do what cops do.

We investigate.

WOMAN:
This is a violation

of my civil rights.
I want my one call,

- and a cigarette.
- Yeah, and watch our phone melt

from all that booze
on that breath.

Let's just dry you
out a little first.

I-I'm terribly sorry. I
should've told you I was armed,

but this-this is a big mistake,
'cause I used to be on the job,

so I-I know how
this works. I mean...

And yet, you have no license,
no carry permit.

There's no retired I.D. card,
and your registration's expired,

so I'm having a hard time
believing you.

Come on. You...

Okay. Call-call me
when she's out, thanks.

Anthony, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Any word on the victims?

Uh, nurse just said that, uh,
Dr. Dornan was still in surgery.

But her secretary Madeline
went straight to the morgue.

Oh, geez. Dr. Dornan's lucky
you walked in when you did.

I'm lucky the son of bitch,
uh, w-wanted to flee the scene

more than he wanted
to keep slicing and dicing.

Right.

Anyway, why were you there?

What does it matter?

It's gonna matter to the jury
if you have to testify.

Anthony, if you're seeing
a psychiatrist...

That's not why I was there.

The other day,

I ran into one of my ex-wife's
friends at the market.

So we're standing there
having a chat, and suddenly,

she gives me one of those,
"Now, I know

I'm not supposed to say anything
about this to you..."

"But if I don't,
I'm gonna explode."

Turns out, Vivian told
her that she's seeing

this shrink, Dr. Dornan,

because she's had it
up to here with me,

and, uh, she wants to do
what's best for Sophia.

Meaning?

Meaning that she's gonna
move away with Sophia.

Well, she can't do that
without your permission.

Yeah, you think
that's gonna stop her?

Just the other day,
Sophia told me

how much her mother's
been talking about

how she's sick
of these New York winters.

So I-I went

to ask Dr. Dornan.

Well, Anthony,
any shrink worth her salt

is not going to violate
confidentiality

to an ex-husband,
especially to an ex-husband.

Someone wants to stop me
from seeing my daughter?

I'm gonna do
whatever the hell it takes.

Arthur Alan Bancroft,me
retired from the job May 2012.

Retired I.D.
and carry permit

issued same month.

So if you go down
to the License Division,

you can get your gun back.

Thank you.

Still doesn't explain why
you were driving around

with no I.D.
and expired registration.

Things are getting
tough out there.

Above and beyond
crazy passengers?

These days, I'm lucky
if I can even get those.

I mean,
taxi business

has got one foot in the grave

with all these rideshare apps.

The disruption economy.

Yeah, destruction
is more like it.

Five years ago,
I spent

$1.5 million buying
my taxi medallion.

It's worth a quarter
of that now.

My life goes in the crapper,

my wife walks out.

I had a few too many last night,

forgot my wallet this morning.

Well, go out, get your
registration renewed,

leave that gun at home
from now on, all right?

A-And if I do, that's it?

What the Taxi
and Limousine Commission

doesn't know won't hurt 'em.

I really appreciate it.
Thank you.

Hey, you related
to Frank Reagan?

Yeah, he's my dad.

Get out of here.
He was my sergeant back in '84

at the Six-Five.
It'd be nice to catch up.

Do one better, call him.
I think he'd like that.

I really appreciate you
cutting me a break.

- Tell your dad I said hi.
- All right.

Hey, you sure about not

telling TLC?

They're kind of strict about
their drivers not carrying.

Like he needs more problems?

DANNY:
Sean, dinner's here.

Ah.

Nothing like pizza to make
a bad day better, huh?

First you got to ruin my life,

then you got to ruin
my appetite.

Come on, what are you
talking about?

Come on, out with it.
I want to know

what are you
talking about.

Jennifer unfollowed me
on Instagram and Twitter

and just about everything else.

Why?

Her dad thinks
I'm a bad influence.

You're the bad influence?

(chuckling):
Okay, you see,

I thought you told me that it
was her idea to come over here

and play house with you
while I wasn't home,

not the other way around.

- Is that right?
- Right.

So why don't you call her on the
phone, have her put her old man

- on the phone and I'll straighten it out.
- No! Dad.

Call her and I'm gonna
have you put her...

Wow. I don't think you get it.

Her dad thinks that
I'm a bad influence

because he thinks that
you're a bad influence.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

That's why I can't
see her anymore.

So why don't you just
stay out of it. God!

Madeline is dead?

ABETEMARCO:
I'm sorry.

Docs said she lost too much
blood at the scene.

She's been with me for 10 years.

She was scared of Graham
from the day he arrived,

but I promised her
she'd be safe.

Graham his first or last name?

Uh, first, Graham Baxter.

I wish I could tell you more.

Doc, this is no time to play
footsie over confidentiality.

He's my patient.

The man clearly poses a threat.

Graham came to me
a-a few months ago,

saying he knew

people were plotting
against him.

Even you and Madeline?

You can't blame him.

Schizophrenia can overwhelm
even the most rational person.

Yeah, well, nuts or not,
he needs to be caught.

Why would he take files?

Recently, he started to fixate

on-on other patients.
Like who?

- Which other patients?
- I don't, I don't know.

Doc, who else is he going after?

Anthony, what are you doing?

Perp's an EDP
named Graham Baxter,

and he's not done.

Yeah, we know.

He stabbed someone in
Murray Hill about an hour go.

Must be one of her patients

because he stole
a bunch of files.

- Okay, relax, I'm on the case.
- Who are you?

Detective Fleming.
Detective Washburn.

NYPD is on this, Anthony.

If he's got a bunch of patient
files, she could be on his list.

- Who is "she"?
- None of your business!

- Hey, pal, I'm not your enemy.
- You're lucky about that!

All right, enough! His ex-wife
is one of Dr. Dornan's patients.

And if this psycho
has her address,

she's at risk, as is my daughter
Sophia. So now you get it, pal?

If he does, then I'll
make sure that she's safe.

- What's your clearance rate?
- We are going.

I'm just trying to make sure.

The correct answer is,
"Right away, boss." Let's go.

Next name on Dr. Dornan's list
is, uh, Ted Morgan.

Baxter took that one.

- Hey, Fleming.
- Hey, what are you doing here?

Find out which
patients this maniac

might be going
after next?

Only thing I'm finding right now

is a guy contaminating
my crime scene.

Relax. I'm here to help.

Only thing I needed from you
was your statement.

Oh, so you've collared
Baxter already?

Yeah, exactly.
Let me take a look...

Hey, get your hands off of me
and your ass out of here.

- Hey, what the hell's your problem?
- I don't have one.

And neither does your boss
with me doing my job.

'Course if you
had done yours,

then Baxter would've never
gotten out that door, and

your ex wouldn't have a check
beside her name on my list.

Vivian's file was taken?

And rest easy 'cause
there's a radio car

headed to her
place right now.

Come on, come on,
pick up, pick up.

Hey, I don't want to see you
again, ABETEMARCO.

Pick up! Vivian, pick up!

I found out who called them
that you were here.

One of our grill guys.

I let him go.

And why did you just stand by
and let them harass us?

It all happened so fast.

Saying "get out" happens faster.

You know, there's a big profit
margin in beer, wine, cocktails,

but you really do need
a liquor license to sell them.

This is a neighborhood place.

I can't be seen as being
all pro-cops, you know?

How about just pro-customer?

(door opens)

That's all.

So, here I am.

(chuckles)

Have a seat.

I read up on you.

Lucius Guerra
Chair Professor

of Intersectional
Justice Studies.

You sure as hell win
for longest title.

What's that mean?

That your background
checks all the boxes.

What boxes?

The ones that labeled you
the real deal,

the next big thing, the fresh
new face of the New York left.

(chuckles) Tell me something,
how's that feel?

What do you want, Commissioner?

Well, before I was
Commissioner Reagan,

I was Detective Reagan,
and I put a high value

on interviewing eyewitnesses
personally.

Did you see Malik Taylor
go under my wheel?

No. I was in front,

happened out
of my line of sight.

Then why are you now saying
I hit him intentionally?

There are plenty of people
that saw what happened.

Plenty of your people,
or just people?

The people next to
and behind Malik.

Which would make them
your people.

I resent that.

And I resent being called
a hit-and-run driver,

but we both know
the rules of this game.

It might be a game to you,
but this is not a game to us.

Oh, yeah, it's a game,

but how about we change it up?

How about I talk
directly to you--

in spite of
the fact that

my staff thinks it's akin
to negotiating with terrorists--

and you talk directly to me

instead of staging stunts
that get innocent people hurt.

It wasn't staged.
It was a hit-and-run.

You know, I don't have
an actual olive branch,

but I hope you realize
what I'm doing here.

When you told your people
to let us pass,

I thought I saw
a hint of civility there.

No, just being practical.

We don't carry guns
or nightsticks, so...

You know, we get
false allegations

thrown at us all the time.

Be sure you're right about this

'cause if there is a crack
in your case against us,

we go at it like junkyard dogs.

That is some olive branch.

Well, actually,
it's better than that.

It's damn good advice given
to you totally free of charge

and with respect
you haven't earned.

Ron.

Jennifer.

Hello, Mr. Reagan.

All right,
you have a good day

at school now, huh.

All right.

Look, I, uh,

think we might've got off
on the wrong foot here.

Feels like the
right foot to me.

Look, my son, he's a good kid,

and he really likes
your daughter,

and Jennifer seems to like him,
so why don't we just allow...

You know, where I come from,
it ain't the kids

- who run the family.
- Uh-huh.

And it's, uh, Texas,
where you're from?

Well, hey, you are
a detective.

Yeah, okay. They teach you
how to be rude

to your new neighbors
where you come from, too?

We sure as hell
don't pull up to a guy

out of nowhere,
start barking orders.

Now some of us have to
get back to work, so, uh,

y'all have a good day.

Y'all.

Call ITB, tell 'em
to get it back online.

I'll try.

Hey. Hey, so
what'd he say?

He who?

Your dad. Did he remember
Art Bancroft?

- I didn't talk to him.
- Oh.

Was I supposed to?

I don't know, just seems
like a real you move--

someone needs help and you help
them, especially if it's a cop.

So now I need
to call for backup?

- I'm not saying that.
- Look, yesterday

it was I was supposed to call
TLC, and now it's my dad.

I'm starting to sense
a pattern here, Officer.

Jamie, you're
a rookie sergeant.

I'm a veteran cop.

And more so a veteran Reagan.

What you guys do, you bounce
everything off each other.

Not everything.

As a sergeant, I have
to pick and choose

what I take to my dad, else
I wear out that welcome.

Okay.

I'm gonna check on Art later,
see how he's doing.

All right?
Jamie, I didn't mean...

I've got to get back to work.

Okay. Okay.

Interfering with a
police investigation?

(sighs)
Fleming's a rat, too.

Big surprise.

It is a crime, Anthony,

even for a D.A.'s
investigator.

Yeah, well, as hard
as he was working,

I could have been
interrupting his lunch break.

Fleming also told me that when
patrol showed up at Vivian's,

she and Sophia were
no longer there.

Yeah, because she ran
into Baxter last week

in Dr. Dornan's waiting room.

And out of nowhere,
he started accusing her

of reading his thoughts.

And now he's got her address.

So let Fleming protect her.

Would you, Erin,
if this was your family?

No, no, you would call in
Danny or Jamie.

That's because they're
NYPD, like Fleming.

No, it's because
they're your family.

Which is why protecting mine
is my job.

Baxter doesn't have
my address,

so I took them to my place.

And while you were
playing Papa Bear,

did you happen to mention to
Vivian how you got mixed up

in all this in
the first place?

Now who's sticking their nose
where it doesn't belong?

So, no.

Good God, Erin,

I know I can't lead
this investigation,

but can I please keep track
of my own business?

Great. I don't even want it.

Reagan.

Ron, what the hell
happened to you?

What's it look like?
I got my ass kicked.

You got your ass kicked
by who? Where?

My block. A couple--

A couple of doors down, a bunch
of people throwing a party.

Had the music blaring,
so I go over to complain.

On my way home, these...
these three guys followed me.

What the hell did you
come all the way over here for?

Why didn't you just call 911?

Back home, you know a cop,
you go to them.

Well, you don't know me, Ron.

In fact, you don't even
like me. Remember?

Look, Jennifer,
she came to the window

when she saw 'em yell at me.

She heard the whole thing.

Now she's so scared,

she don't even want
to live here no more.

Now, y-you've
got to help me.

Busted.

What? I-I just got
my second wind.

You want in?

No.

- But I do have a question.
- Shoot.

How'd you feel
when Dad stopped

reaching out to
you for help?

When did that ever stop?

No, I mean back in the day,
when he was coming up.

He used to say that
he had you on speed dial

for, like, a decade.

And along came
that fateful day.

June 6, 1982.

You remember the date?

Francis was excited because
he had managed

to defuse a war between
two Chinatown crime bosses.

Everybody else was
excited for him.

I realized...

he'd never so much
as mentioned it to me.

So it stung a little bit.

Maybe more.

But I was proud, too.

Knowing he was able
to strike someone out

because I taught him how
to throw the forkball.

So, what didn't you
go to him for?

Busted.

It's just this thing
with this retired cop,

but I-I handled it.

Handled it, or handled it well?

Both, but Eddie
thought differently.

I keep wondering if
she was right,

and I was just being defensive.

Here's the dirty little secret
about climbing the ladder.

The higher you go, the more
you second-guess yourself.

Yeah?

And with marriage,
it's third and fourth-guessing.

So, I'd say you're
on the right track.

Thanks, Pop.

Now, get out of here...

so I can finish the pie.

Did you hear?

Baxter struck again.

- Don't tell me you went to the scene.
- No.

I was too busy sitting up
all night with a gun

in case Baxter came after
Viv and Sophia next.

You said they were
safe at your place.

Well, I thought they were.

And then, after dinner,
we played a little Scrabble.

And then Vivian casually says,
"Oh, by the way,

on my personal info
for Dr. Dornan,"

she used me as her
emergency contact.

Baxter has your address, too.

I need to find
a new place to stash 'em.

So, unless you got
something for me,

I need to make some calls.

(indistinct chatter, cheering)

Malik.

You got a sec?

- Do I know you?
- Sid Gormley.

And?

Looking good
out there, man.

Are you some kind of scout?

Yeah. NYPD Flop Squad.

(sniffles)
What's this about?

It's about that flop
you took the other day

outside the police
commissioner's vehicle.

It wasn't no flop.
I heal fast.

I eat fast.

Doesn't mean I could eat
a steak in 60 seconds, huh?

Who put you up to it?

Nobody put me up to nothing.

Corey Vallejo?

I told you,
nobody put me up to nothing.

The truck, like, took off

and drove right over my foot.

- Nah.
- Yeah.

They said it might be,
like, messed up.

Who's that? What hospital?

I was in a state of shock.
I don't remember.

I don't believe you.

I need a lawyer.
You don't need a lawyer.

You do need some acting lessons

if you're going to continue
down this path, though, Malik.

Okay, kiddo,
time to hit the hay.

- Wait, Dad.
- Huh?

Dad!
(grunts)

Dad-- But I want to see
who wins.

I'll tell you a bedtime
story, you love those.

Nothing too scary, Anthony.

Oh, yes, dear.

Erin, I can't thank you
enough for this.

No need, Anthony's
already thanked me

a dozen times
for the three of you.

I didn't know he actually
knew those words.

I also get the sense that,
despite the circumstances,

he's enjoyed spending time
with you and Sophia this week.

(sighs)
Okay.

Now I need a glass
of what you're drinking.

I know you guys go way back,

further than him and me,

but the guy I know
from the office

is a real sweetheart.

Try picking up after him
for ten years.

Or getting him to put words
to what he's feeling,

or spending half your time
waiting up for him to get home

from being a sweetheart
at the office.

Is that why you're
moving out of state?

What?

You and Sophia.

Did Anthony tell you that?

Well, he-he's worried, Vivian.

Oh, my God, that man.

You see what I mean about
getting him to open up

to me about things?

So it's not true?

No. I'm a Jersey girl,
now and forever.

But you were seeing
Dr. Dornan?

About Sophia.

Is she okay?

She's fine, other than
being a terror lately.

Backtalk, hiding her phone.

She's not even
a teenager yet.

Have you told Anthony this?

I tried, but he won't hear it.

To him, she's his little
angel, always will be.

Then you should thank
your lucky stars.

For what?

Well, if I had a madman
coming after me,

there's no one I'd rather
have between us

than a guy who loves his family
with all his heart.

Uh, John Mayer
or Ed Sheeran?

Ed. Wait. No, John.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Ooh, Rihanna or Beyoncé?

Ri-Ri.

(imitates buzzer)
What?

- You're wrong.
- I can't be wrong, it's my choice.

- No, because both are awesome.
- Oh...

(gunshots nearby)

(people screaming)
Hey, hey!

Stop!
Everybody get back.

Stay back! Stay back.

Stay low. Stay low.

Police. Don't move!

Art?

Art!

Art, put the gun down.

Come on, put the gun down now.
Come on.

Put the gun down now!

MAYA:
Sir, put the gun down!

Come on, Art, put the gun down!

That's it, go down.

Down. Get on your knees.

Nice and slow.

Put your hands behind your head.

Okay.

Art, what did you do?

What the hell did you do?

JAMIE: Hey, I heard it
over the radio.

- What the hell happened?
- He ain't talking. We already tried.

He asked for a lawyer.
I want to hear if from him.

Hey, hey, hey.
Did you shoot somebody?

- Jamie, stop. Hey, Jamie.
- Did you shoot somebody, Art?

- Maya, get him to his cell.
- After I helped you?!

- JANKO: Take him...
- I got it. Let's go, let's go.

You can't talk to him!

Jamie, you can't talk to him!

- Just... just tell me what happened.
- Okay.

- What happened?!
- All right.

I'm gonna tell you after
we process him, okay?

We're gonna do this
the right way.

The way you taught me.

Okay.

Mm. What about when he's eating?

Those nummy noises he makes?

Sometimes I can hear
it from my office.

(chuckles)
(knock at door)

ABETEMARCO:
It's me.

Can I get it?

Of course.

There's my little girl.

Fleming finally caught Baxter.

VIVIAN:
Oh, thank God.

- We can go home.
- SOPHIA: Do we really have to go home?

Ms. Reagan's place
is so much better

than living in Hackensack.

ABETEMARCO:
All right, girls.

Let's pack it up
and get out of Erin's hair.

And on the way home,
I'm gonna buy you both

- lunch at Aspromonti's.
- VIVIAN: Oh.

Only if you promise to keep
your elbows off the table.

- It's a fancy place.
- My God, this woman.

Uh, yes, I promise.

And we're gonna have
a little chat about how open

and honest we're gonna be
from now on.

Including you?

Especially me.

Okay, sweetie.
Let's go get our stuff.

Hey.

The driver Art shot
is gonna live.

Apparently, he was
picking up a passenger

and the guy looked over
at him, smiled at Art.

Art took it to mean
like he was mocking him.

He was that on the edge;
I should have seen it.

Jamie, you just were trying
to help him out.

It's different when
the PC checks in on you.

It means something.

No, it just means
that he was way past

needing to just be
checked in on.

You're right.

(sighs)
I am new at this.

You know what you're not?

A fortune teller.

Well, you must be,
because you called it.

No, I didn't.
I just... I made a call.

And maybe this time,

it was right and the next time,
who the hell knows?

Any way you cut it,
this one's on me.

You want some advice?

No.

What do you mean, no?

I'm not ready for advice yet.

I'm still busy
beating myself up about it.

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, that's them.

- Good.
- How'd you find them?

Your neighbor's
security camera saw.

They had on
their work shirts,

so I was able to
track them down

to the auto body
shop they worked at.

When I got there, couple
of them tried to jump me.

Well, thanks, Reagan.

I-I mean it.

Hey, you moved here,
you got mugged.

- It's official: you're a New Yorker now.
- (scoffs)

Hey, but next time
you want to, uh,

stand your ground or
whatever the hell it is

you do down there
in Texas, don't.

All right? And
don't call me.

Call 911.

- I will.
- Good.

Look, um...

Jennifer, she told me
a little more about Sean and...

how respectful he's been,
how he made friends

with her at school
when no one else would.

He's a good young man.

He takes after his mother.

I got a...

couple of tickets
to the Rangers game

at the Garden tomorrow night;
now do you think Sean

could get her into
the city and back...

before curfew?

Yeah, I'm sure he could.

Y'all have a good day now.

(chuckles)

And they didn't take
him to a hospital.

They took him to a walk-in
med center on Tenth Avenue.

The doc-in-the-box
is one of

the agitators' uncles,

he ordered up some X-rays
and some scripts

to create a paper trail.

Long story short, the
whole thing was bogus.

What do you want to do?

Arrest the whole crew,
charge them with...

I meant him.

- What do you think he wants to do?
- I'm right here,

I can speak for myself.

I'm having Corey Vallejo up.

She claims to have

some information, so...

are we certain she is behind the
scam or at least aware of it?

Walks like a duck,
talks like a duck.

I think we can at least be sure
she didn't drill down

on the facts
and just let it play out

to rile up her base.
(door opens)

She's here.

Let's have her.

I got this one.

Please, sit down.

So... what's the information?

It seems there was
a misunderstanding.

No, it seems like
there was a scam.

Did you order it up
or just go along with it?

Neither.

Some of my people
got overly ambitious

and thought they were doing
our cause a favor.

Get new people.

The cause is like a magnet,
it draws what it draws.

Oh... Give me a break.

I came up here in good faith.

And there it is.

There what is?

The crux of this
particular matter.

See, you say good faith,
I say...

you came up to get ahead of it,

that you've known all along
what I now know.

Am I going too fast for you?

No.

See, what we got here is an
unreliable narrator, that's you.

And a cynical New York cop,
that's me.

I'm a person of integrity
and I came...

Do your homework.

Look up Reverend Darnell Potter.

Look up Shelley Wayne

for the Mothers United Against Violence.
- I know who they are.

Then you do know that
I engage with my opposition.

That I can be called out
for faults

in myself and in my department.

That when the accusations
coming out of

your bullhorns have a ring
of truth, I do listen.

No, what's implied
is that you get to choose

what faults
you're accountable for.

Professor, you need to quit
while you're ahead.

And how am I ahead?

I am charging Malik Taylor.

I am giving you a mulligan...

in the hopes
that moving forward,

you will use your smarts
and your talents

to engage on issues honestly

and leave the ambush tactics
to the thugs.

The word is "disruptors."

You can put all the lipstick
you want on it.

This is not your ivory tower.

This is police headquarters.

You attack it...

you best have the facts
and the truth on your side.

And if you pull an act
like this again,

you won't know what hit you.

I hear you.

Even better that you believe me.

(door opens)

(sighs)

NICKY:
I'm just saying,

anybody want to get me
a graduation gift,

that would be on the short list.
(blows raspberry)

DANNY:
Saving up now.

- HENRY: Duly noted.
- NICKY: Okay.

When is graduation?

Second Saturday in May.
I'm not sure what the date is.

What are you gonna do after?

- Partying.
- (Henry laughs)

I mean next. Yes.
You mean, like get a job?

Or take time off.

No, time off's
what you take from a job.

Time off without a job
is called unemployment.

There's time off
for good behavior,

but that's when
you're in prison.

Is there a prison term
in your future?

(scoffs)
Yeah, that's quite a leap.

Yeah, I didn't even say
I wanted to take time off.

Yeah, why would she
take time off?

I just think you should
take advantage

of the natural breaks in life.

Going to school
for 18 years straight.

18 years of anything,
you deserve a break.

DANNY: Yeah, she
deserves a break.

But starting in
high school,

any time off of high school
is get a job time.

Or you can go with a longer
view, take your retirement

in installments
like Travis McGee.

Who's that? What's that mean?

The wise hero of
John D. MacDonald's

great book series.

Look, his point was:

you have to take the time
to do the things you want to do

before you're too old
to do them.

Yes, and that takes money.

Or sound planning.
I mean, I always thought

I was smart, but I was never
smart enough to actually do it.

HENRY: Yeah, but your work
was your adventure

and your hobby;
nothing wrong with that.

And, oh, Nicky. Please.

Promise me one thing.

After you graduate,
take the knowledge with you,

leave the tactics behind.

- Yeah.
- The tactics?

The Hudson University professor?

For one, yeah.

What's that ambush
have to do with college?

All I'm saying
is if there was ever a time

for that kind of disruption,
to use the current euphemism,

it's college--
the premise and promise

of campus life is an invitation
to push the boundaries.

That's a little simplistic.

Yes, it is.

But bear with me,
I'm on a very narrow path here.

When you take
that kind of atmosphere

and inject it into real-world,
workaday life,

as she did with us,
in that diner,

the so-called disruption
drowns out

any valid point you have.

On either side.

Class dismissed.

Pass the meat.

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