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Just relax, kid. It's not "kid." It's Malik.

And I wasn't shoplifting.

I saw you steal that candy.

Help is on the way, Officer.

Ma'am, store policy says that I can release him

to an adult and he's already called one.

Drugged-up punks like you have ruined this city.

Now everyone's staring at me.

Thank God. That's him, Officers.

Why are they here? You lied!

Look, guys, this is unnecessary.

It's all right.

We'll handle it from here. Come on.

No! No!

Whoa, whoa!

Hey, settle down. Settle down. Hey.

Hands behind your back.

But I didn't do anything.

Come on, settle down.

Settle down! Hey, hey, hey.

Rachel.

Look, I'm his social worker.

Please let me handle this.

He's out of his mind, lady.

He's on the spectrum, Please, let him go.

Stop! Please! I said, back up!

Easy, easy...

Hey! All right, that's it.

No...

What the hell are you doing?

Look, I am not just a social worker.

I am former Officer Rachel Witten,

shield number 63894.

Look, I don't care who you are. Out of the way.

Well, your wallet didn't just get up

and walk away, now did it?

Well, that's what you always say to me.

Sir, we have a situation.

Uh, I got to go, Pop. Call me when you find it.

Okay.

A social services aide is accusing two officers

from the 2-9 of using excessive force in an arrest

at a discount store in Midtown.

So, Jamie or Eddie are involved?

No.

Officers Stephens and Rouse.

Oh.

Well, I'll give you three guesses whose word I trust.

And I'll give you one guess

which ex-cop is the social services aide.

Well, someone I know.

That's why you're bringing it to me.

Former NYPD Officer Rachel Witten.

And she went to Internal Affairs an hour ago.

Wow. Now that's a look I like to see.

What, me happy? I wouldn't go that far.

But at least you're not pissed at me.

Funny. You have any plans for lunch?

Why? You finally ready to hit that chili joint

I told you about?

No, it'll be Giando's.

You, me... and Bobbi Gallo.

Are you serious?

She just called. She said she wants to meet.

And word is, she doesn't want to meet with anyone...

If she hasn't already decided to run their campaign.

That's right. This is big.

The biggest.

And no one deserves it more than you.

Thank you. You two have fun.

No, you said you were gonna come.

No, you did.

I got a desk full of work, and quite frankly,

I get a lot more done when you're out of the office.

Anthony, come on, I need you there.

Sounds like Bobbi's already persuaded.

I need you as my right hand, my best friend, as...

as my eyes and ears

to pick up all the little things that I might miss.

Wow, you're really laying it on thick.

Well, I got to get through that thick skull.

Look, I really need you there. I can't do this without you.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Thank you. You got it.

All right. Here you go. Thank you.

One delicious unhealthy glazed donut,

and one very healthy

vegan, oat-rolled kind of weird donut.

You choose. Is it a trick question?

Yes, they're both glazed

and covered with delicious M'S.

Wow. What happened to our diets?

I don't know. We've been good all week.

I figured we might as well

reward ourselves, right? I like the way you think.

Cheers. Cheers.

You okay? Yeah, you?

I think so.

Oh, my God, are you okay? Yeah, we're fine.

I'll call the cops. We are the cops.

Just wait over there, please.

You okay? Are you blind? Did you not see me?

What the hell are you talking about?

You ran into us.

Barely!

How old are you? How old are you?

I'll call a bus, just in case.

What's that smell?

It's probably just gas. No, it's not gas. Step over there with her.

I just think you should learn to sleep on your back.

Eddie, you saw this on TikTok. A doctor on TikTok.

I think you mispronounced "quack."

Jamie, if you keep sleeping on your stomach,

in 20 years, your spine is gonna snap.

It's science.

Yo, Janko. Hey.

You used to ride with a Rachel Witten? Yeah.

So, was she, uh, was she crazy then or just a bitch?

Excuse me? What are you guys talking about?

She interfered in a collar we were making this morning.

And now she's trying to jam us up.

Frigging social workers.

She's in training. Second year.

She's not even the real deal?

Witten was a great cop,

and she was always very smart and reasonable.

Oh, wait. Are you defending her?

You need to take a step back, Stephens. And watch your tone.

Eddie...

Traitor's ears must be burning.

Just don't hug her next time you see her.

She'll accuse you of sexual assault.

Jamie, I mean, she's my friend.

I know, and you're also a PBA delegate

who represents everyone in this house,

even Stephens and Rouse.

Best to see how this plays out first. Huh?

Yeah.

Wow. Really? In my office?

She's an adolescent offender, boss.

I can't put her in the box.

And you can't question her

without having a parent or guardian.

She says she doesn't have any.

She doesn't even have a last name, according to her,

and she didn't have an ID or license when we found her.

She does have fingerprints, right?

Not in the system. And she refused an attorney.

So you are... nowhere.

Not nowhere.

We know her name is Trina and she's 16.

Great job, Detective.

Get an adult in there with her or cut her loose.

Okay.

So?

So she said water sucks

and she wants a venti chai latte,

three pumps of vanilla, extra foam.

All that after murdering someone. Okay.

She's just a kid.

You never saw Children of the Corn, did you?

You gonna stand there and plan more police brutality for me

or are you gonna let me go?

I'm gonna call ACS

and see if we can get a guardian down here.

Mm-hmm. Good idea.

So, uh, Bobbi, what's good here?

Uh, business first so we know we're not

wasting our time.

Erin, it's no secret where you want to go

in the city, and it's no secret

I can get you there.

Pretty confident about that. Don't ask me.

Ask Mayor Chase, Governor Mendez,

the last two Manhattan Borough presidents

and the last three comptrollers.

Point taken. I've also recently gotten

feelers from your boss who knows that when you jump in...

If I jump in.

Please, you running for D.A. is New York's worst-kept secret

since Giuliani's comb-over.

And when you jump in, Crawford knows

she's in for the fight of her career.

And yet you're here with me.

I see a winning horse, I ride it.

Uh, so, Bobbi,

you got a plan

other than catchy phrases and past glories?

'Cause Erin isn't

your usual candidate and she'll walk away

in a heartbeat if her campaign doesn't speak to

who she really is.

Then let me skip the smoke blowing and say this--

having run winning campaigns for the past decade,

I am just as thrilled to cash my hefty paychecks

as I am bone-tired of helping get people

into office who then implode

because of policy incoherence

or moral failures.

But when I look at you, I see neither.

Simply put,

I want us to win,

but I also want to vote for you.

And that is saying a lot because I haven't voted

for anybody since John Lindsay,

and he almost bankrupted New York.

Then let's do this.

Music to my ears.

All right.

So, uh... can we eat already?

Trina, this is Janet Bullock

from the Administration for Child Services.

She'll be your guardian.

With those bangs? Pass.

Trina, I'm here to help you.

Then help me get the hell up out of here 'cause I'm innocent.

Says the girl who tried to flee after ramming her car into us

with a dead body in the trunk.

Detective, I'm not sure your tone is...

Is what?

As bad as the stench off the victim in her trunk?

I don't think so-- and you,

get your feet off the chair!

I already told you.

He wasn't my victim and it wasn't even my car.

Oh, so you admit you stole it.

Okay. Yeah. Shocker.

Come on.

Is that even a crime nowadays?

Trina, I advise you not to answer

any more of their questions.

Ms. Bullock,

you're not here to act as an attorney.

Did I mention?

I'm also a lawyer with Legal Aid.

And right now,

you two are bullying this child.

Bullying her?

She's bullying us!

Ha! In your face, bitch.

Okay, we're done here.

No, we're not done here, okay?

She just admitted to grand larceny auto,

not to mention the issue of the dead body in her trunk.

So the only place she's going until this is resolved

is to a juvenile detention facility.

Like I ain't been worse places.

Trina, stop talking.

And start walking. Come on.

Next stop, arraignment. Let's go.

Later, Dick...

Tracy.

You found my car? Actually,

ma'am, your car found us.

And unfortunately, it's now a crime scene

which means it's probably gonna be a total loss.

I knew something bad was gonna happen when I saw them.

I get feelings... Them?

Yesterday, I came out to go to a doctor's appointment,

and a boy and a girl were already inside my car.

And when I yelled, she made a rude gesture and drove off.

Who would do that to an old lady?

With her, believe it or not,

you may have gotten off easy, ma'am.

Ma'am, the city has

ride services to take you to any appointments you may have.

Great, some stinky van. Yeah.

You got it. Yep.

M.E.

No fingerprints or DNA popped for our vic.

So, we take another stab at Trina?

No, we don't take another stab at Trina.

Come on, I'll protect you from her.

Goodness. Fine.

Hello, Rachel.

Got a minute?

My bet was getting called in to One PP.

You work here now. I couldn't just "call you in."

I would've come.

I know I owe you that.

Pretty serious accusation you made today.

I did what I felt was right.

And I respect that.

And, respectfully,

the P.C. shouldn't be here on police business.

Uh-huh.

I came under my own steam.

But you think I should have brought this to you, directly.

No, that would've been a breach itself.

You did right by the protocols.

Then what?

Just...

in your own words,

between two former colleagues?

Malik Saunders is on the autism spectrum.

It's been a process, but...

he sees me as nonjudgmental,

maybe even a friend.

Smart kid.

One of the ways his autism manifests is

he doesn't like holding things in his hands,

so he'd placed some candy in his pocket while he shopped

and the security guard saw that as shoplifting.

Well...

...how else could the guard see it?

Yes, yes.

But it would've been nice

if the responding officers had waited till I arrived.

Nice, yes. But not in the protocols.

So, it's just pull the tasers and fire away?

The boy escalated the situation

and also gave Officer Stephens a concussion.

Who could tell? Guy's not too bright.

Okay.

Sorry.

Rachel...

be honest.

Is it possible you overreacted?

You're turning this around? On me?

I'm sorry. Okay.

Look.

I'm pretty sure you remember how difficult it is

to make split-second decisions,

especially when things heat up.

Maybe you could think about that.

Why have you been dodging my calls?

Rachel, you know why.

So what, now you're gonna run inside?

I wish I could help you, but I can't.

Not even off the clock?

Not even if we spoke in hypotheticals?

"Hey, Eddie, what would you say if, I don't know,

a social worker saw two cops..."

Please, don't tempt me.

Maybe we weren't really partners after all.

Don't guilt-trip me either.

If the tables were turned, you'd do the same thing

and I'd have to accept that.

I would never shut you out.

Look, I understand your position

and I feel for you

and if you saw what you said you saw,

then you're doing the right thing.

If?

I have to go.

Eddie.

You brought me out of my cell for them?

Trust me, we're not exactly thrilled to see you either.

But if you cooperate,

we can talk to the D.A. about the car theft.

You know, the car you stole from that nice little old lady?

Trina, you are still under no legal obligation

to say anything.

I already said everything.

I don't know who the dead guy was,

and I took the car so I could go see my parents...

Oh, so now you have parents?

Of course I do. Oh.

What'd you think, huh? I was hatched?

But I never knew them 'cause they gave me up

and I've lived in a bunch of foster homes

until I ran off and came here.

Came here from where? Pittsburgh.

I've been searching the Internet and I found out my parents live

in Tiverton, Rhode Island.

A lot of children abandoned to the system

still want to reconnect.

Yeah. They could be rich,

I could get me some money.

Mm. It's just so touching. Uh, you buying any of this?

Not until we also get the name of the boy

she stole the car with.

What boy? The one you were seen in the car with

by an eyewitness, genius.

That's Mikey.

I don't know his last name. I've been running with him

since I came here in the city.

Maybe he killed the dead dude.

Here we go.

No, here we go. Goodbye.

Mikey's a sketchy person.

Get me out of here and I'll take you to him.

Not in a million years.

Fine.

Then search every squat in this city

looking for Mikey yourselves.

I'll be in here laughing while you waste your time.

Boss, what do you mean you dropped by?

Paid a visit. As a civilian.

You're not just a civilian.

Well... (sighs) I can be.

No, you can't be.

Sorry, not sorry.

We'll, I wanted to hear Rachel's version,

unprepared and unrehearsed.

IAB ain't gonna see it that way.

They're gonna see a thumb on the scale.

They'll dig out her ties to you in, like, two seconds.

Not to mention the rank and file hearing

you were kid-gloving a traitor.

Careful there.

Okay, uh, whistleblower.

I don't care for them much either.

I would remind you she's one of our own.

Was, boss.

Well...

Look, I have a history with her. I needed to hear her side of it.

But...

I guess I'm not the best judge of how to go about it.

And what did seeing her get you?

It got me...

...right back where I started.

Uh, Bobbi, if my boss sees you...

Relax, she's at governor's confab in Albany.

Right. You do your homework.

Our agreement, the NDAs signed, sealed

and now delivered, and with it...

one request.

Shoot.

Lose Anthony from your team.

What?

Yesterday, I did blow a little smoke

because I neglected

to mention your one liability as a candidate.

My association with the NYPD.

Association?

You have dinner with half the force every Sunday.

It's a family dinner.

And work never comes up?

So, what am I supposed to do? Divorce them all?

Interesting choice of words.

Anthony is like a work husband to me.

Which speaks volumes about his value to you.

What speaks louder, is he's a former

NYPD detective with a not-entirely

spotless record.

No cop has one.

I'm not saying you can't stay friendly.

But you're about to step into the arena

and the knives will be coming out for him, too.

Anthony is a big boy.

He will be fine. He can hold his own.

And Vivian and Sophia?

I'm sorry?

He's bloodied,

they'll see it along with the rest of the world.

Are you sure his family signed up for this?

Mikey?

Mikey.

Well, looks like you struck out again, kid.

Mikey probably just heard us coming and split.

How about you stop playing us now?

I'm not. Trina, when you said

Mikey could have killed the guy in the trunk,

I mean, did you...? Why are we even asking her

questions anymore?

All she does is lie to us.

Do we have any other options?

Yeah, we could put her back in detention

and deal with this thing ourselves instead of

this wild-goose chase she's taking us on.

But since we already have her out...

Let's take a time-out.

Come over here, please.

I'm gonna ask you to wait right here

while I have a word with my partner, okay?

Fine, just don't go too far.

We won't. I like to hear you guys fight.

What's with the soft spot?

Okay, so maybe when I look at Trina,

I see Elena and the path that

she could've been destined to take.

But Elena's path is with you.

Her path is being made by the choices

she continues to make, which aren't very good.

She ran into us and maybe we can be

some sort of positive influence on her.

She's already started to open up to us.

Maybe we just try to give it as long as we can?

Okay. But if she keeps up the wisecracks...

...as long as she can,

it's gonna be about another hour for me.

Reagan.

You know, I don't know how you can put up with that guy.

Just give him a chance, like he's giving you.

Okay.

Well, that was the lab.

They found a print on our dead guy's watch.

Care to guess who the print belongs to?

No.

Yeah.

Hey. Uh...

You got a minute?

I was just about to come find you.

You were?

Listen, Erin...

I quit.

W-What?

I don't mean quit quit.

But I requested a transfer to another trial bureau.

Look, politics just ain't my thing.

I'm an investigator, not an advisor.

Lunch yesterday had my eyes glazing over.

A-And once you announce,

you can't try cases.

And once you're D.A. there's gonna be even less for me to do.

Anthony... Come on.

Me behind you on the podium?

Like a deer in the headlights with marinara on my tie?

I'm a lot of things, but camera-ready ain't one of them.

That's not, it's not true. Yes, it is.

So please, just let me get out

while the getting is good, okay?

Look, I'll see you around.

You guys got to...

Shut it.

But I swear...

We're just gonna wait for Ms. Bullock to get here.

I don't care!

Yes, I-I knew the body was in there

and yes, I-I sent you on a wild-goose chase,

and yes, I'm so, so sorry for all of it.

Too little, too late, Trina.

But I-I had a hard life...

Blaming it on being a foster kid won't cut it either.

I would've told you everything sooner, but...

I was scared of him.

Mikey?

Jayden.

Jayden?

So now there's another person.

He's real. I...

He's not like the rest of us.

He's old, like 30?

I met him when I got off the bus at Port Authority.

A bunch of homeless kids stay with him in this empty building.

Jayden looks after us.

And what do you do for him?

Whatever he wants.

Shoplift stuff.

Sell drugs.

If we don't, we're dead like that guy in the trunk.

Did he ask you to kill that guy?

No!

But he-he was thrilled when he found out we stole the car.

H-He wanted us to help him put the body in

and then dump it in some field

in Red Hook.

In a way, I'm kind of glad I ran into you guys.

Why is that?

'Cause I knew if I'd gone back, he would have killed me, too.

Wait, you haven't been talking to her.

No. No, she's...

pretty much doing all the talking herself.

I'm finally telling the truth.

Okay. That makes sense.

Eddie.

What's up? What do you mean, "What's up?"

I've been on the receiving end of that look before.

Someone trashed my locker.

Somebody who?

Who do you think?

And there they are now.

Hey. You two.

This ends now.

Wha...?

You think we trashed the ladies' locker room?

See? They know.

Word gets around, Janko.

Yeah. Who says you didn't trash it yourself,

trying to drum up a little sympathy?

That's enough.

Oh, you're the only person

who can accuse people, huh, Reagan?

Hey. Get your hands off me.

Oh, you don't like that one, huh?

What about this one?

Hey! Jerry!

No! Jamie!

Jamie. Jamie!

Jamie, no, no, no, no.

Come on!

Hey, hey! Break it up, both of you.

"Both of you"? This guy took a swing at me, boss.

Yeah, he's gonna get a RIP for it.

Me? He started it.

And the sergeant who should know better is getting one, too.

Wait, no, Captain, this is not Jamie's fault.

And it sure as hell isn't Jerry's.

You know what? I'm feeling generous today.

RIPs all around.

Get back to work now.

Back to work.

I just never saw it coming.

It's like Bobbi hit me with a jab

and Anthony finished me off with a right cross.

Politics ain't beanbag, baby.

That's the sympathy I'm gonna get?

Sympathy won't get you off the ropes.

You know how many friends I lost

on the ladder going up?

Yeah, but...

Anthony is more than a friend.

And D.A. is more than a job.

Perception can matter more

than the truth,

and alliances have a way of eclipsing friendships.

Geez, you sound like Dad.

Where do you think he learned the speech?

Come on, Erin.

You can keep Anthony close.

Make him chief cook of your kitchen cabinet.

I don't even know if he would do it.

I mean, he just seems so... done with us.

So maybe he's dressing up his reasons as excuses.

Meaning?

Do you remember O. Henry?

Yeah.

Re-read The Gift of the Magi.

Now I have to do a book report?

Just read it.

And maybe you'll recognize yourself and Anthony in it.

You sure I can't get you anything?

Thanks, no.

Detail's outside, don't have but a minute.

Two excuses in one sentence.

Mm.

What's-- What's going on?

Well, I heard there was some turmoil in the 2-9,

I wanted to see how you were holding up.

Caught in the crossfire a little.

That makes two of us.

Yeah, I imagine it's tough for you, too.

I went to see her at her office.

You did? Yeah.

Is that cool?

I mean, for the P.C.

to personally go and see a complainant?

Depends on who you ask.

Actually...

I seem to be the only one who thinks it was "cool."

Now you're here to see me, in my apartment.

Well...

you know her better than any of us.

Yeah. I used to think so.

Eddie...

When she left, did she leave mad?

At the job?

Mad? I-I don't know.

People don't generally quit 'cause they're happy.

Any particular beef?

You know, I mean, it's the job.

It's never one big beef,

it's a million Quarter Pounders.

I'm not real big on adding up regrets, but...

...there's something, her and me...

I just can't shake.

I've got some of that, too.

There is one thing.

I don't know how it fits.

Well, try me.

When we were partnered up, we were dealing with this EDP,

and he spit in her face.

The next day she said she was putting in her papers.

I don't know if that's it.

Sure sounds like it.

That ACS lady gonna be mad you all didn't call her.

The D.A. dropped all the charges.

You're just a helpful citizen now. Yeah, so how about

you stop talking and start helping, okay?

How about I help you with this computer, old man.

It's not the kind of

help I meant. Back up.

I have this covered.

Just press that button.

There.

We put a pole cam across from the building

that you said Jayden runs you kids out of.

Now all we need from you is to positively ID Jayden.

Why don't we just go there

and I'll point him out when he shows up?

Because he's a killer and you're a kid, so no.

Who is that?

Oh.

Mikey and Ronnie. They deliver Jayden's drugs.

And what about these two?

Sarah and Daquan,

and those bikes are definitely stolen.

Oh!

Here comes Jayden.

Are you sure? It's pretty dark.

Yeah. Let's see if he shows his face. Come on.

Is, uh, is he ever gonna know that...

Don't worry.

He'll never know.

Got it.

Yep.

Jayden Wilson aka Jackson Willimon,

aka J-Killa.

Aggravated assault, robbery

and a whole litany of charges against this guy.

Dialing the judge now.

So, do we go now?

No. We don't do anything. I go.

But there's only one entrance

and they only buzz you in if they know you.

I'm pretty sure I'll be able to make my way in without you.

Well, this is a bunch of crap!

Sit down and relax.

Make sure she doesn't burn the place down while I'm gone.

And keep your feet off my desk, young lady.

Weatherly... Here, Sarge.

...and Zaccaro. Here.

That's it.

Watch each other's backs out there.

Okay, hold up, just one last thing

before you go, folks.

I found the culprit who trashed Officer Janko's locker.

Officer Stephanie Hudlin

has admitted to it and she will be disciplined.

You had your ex-girlfriend do it?

Like hell I did.

Okay, quiet.

Hudlin said it was a mistake.

She was just trying to impress Stephens,

maybe reconcile...

God knows why.

So, you gonna rescind my RIP?

No, that was for fighting.

But I am going to rescind Officer Janko's

who did nothing wrong in trying to defend herself

against a lot of the rumormongering

that has been going on.

Because no matter how this shakes out,

anyone who has any beef

with Rachel Witten does not have a beef with her former partner.

So let's not forget,

while we're out there trying to be better cops,

we got to try and be better people, too.

You're dismissed.

Hey, Stephens.

I'm sorry I assumed it was you with the locker.

I'm serious.

You were just protecting the missus.

I would've done the same.

I would like one of our other delegates to, uh, rep me,

if that's okay.

Sure. Muddy waters and all.

Now you should go

and find Stephanie and give her a big kiss

to thank her

for trying to help you.

Shut up, Janko.

And you...

Next time, would you let me throw the first punch?

That's rich coming from you.

Listen, there is one thing you can do for me though.

What?

You can try sleeping on your back.

This again?

Because I found another doctor

who said the exact same thing...

I saw some body cam footage a little while ago.

It's on its way to your inbox.

And?

The officer on it was completely justified

in the arrest of an emotionally disturbed person.

You have a particular lens you saw it through.

Well, you got me there.

Not everyone sees things the way you do.

So I-I don't know what to say.

I'd say be proud of yourself.

What do you mean?

Well, the body cam footage came from 2018

when then Officer Rachel Witten was

confronted by almost the exact same situation

and exercised the same judgment

as the officer in her complaint.

Again, you have your lens and I have mine.

Yeah, but...

we might actually see eye to eye,

if you give it a chance.

Maybe my lens brings its own distortions.

Oh.

We all have that.

How's your boy?

He's shaken, but he'll be fine.

He's a good kid.

And lucky to have you.

Rachel...

could you do me a favor?

If I can.

I would like you to be a link between my department

and your community by joining the B-HEARD Program.

You'd be a valuable asset.

Can I think about it?

Sure.

Given our history...

Of firing you and then pulling you back in?

Rachel, believe me.

This wouldn't be that.

Thank you.

I appreciate the offer.

Are you sure he can't see me?

No, Trina. You're safe.

And so are a lot of other kids because you helped them.

Yeah, but I'm still being shipped back

into foster care, right?

Only after our little road trip

to meet your birth parents.

No. No...

It was a dumb idea. They don't even care about me.

They seemed pretty excited

when I spoke to them on the phone.

You did?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Wait, is your partner coming, too?

You ever had donuts with M'S?

No.

Well, he knows a little place and it's on the way.

Come on.

Sit. Both of you.

Any idea?

Was gonna ask you.

On advice from a family member--

and yes, you're gonna hear that a lot,

so you better get used to it--

I did some digging.

And yes, I know how to investigate.

So...

I'd like the two of you to tell me about the incident

that occurred on August 10, 1996.

Who wants to start?

Okay. That night, I was a patrol cop

working the Bowery. I responded to a call

of a guy who had been assaulted by his girlfriend.

I was that girlfriend.

Long story short, I collared her.

She spent the next ten days cooling her jets at Rikers.

Of that I am eternally ashamed.

And you realized it was him when you did homework on me?

I vaguely remembered the name, but when I saw him in person...

And you obviously knew or you wouldn't have quit.

Erin, I was just trying to protect you. From the truth?

From anything that may dim your view of Bobbi.

She's obviously the right woman for the job.

Well, clearly, your heart was in the right place.

But moving forward, I need the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Moving forward?

I canceled your request

to transfer to another trial bureau.

And I got the okay

from Vivian and Sophia to continue working with me.

I guess it's a done deal, then. Unless someone else

connects the dots between me and him.

Are you kidding me?

A cop and a criminal putting their past behind them

to come together to support a candidate

they both believe in?

The press release writes itself.

Speaking of, let's announce.

I think we should wait until the very last moment.

Why the hell would we do that? Because the moment I file,

I can't take on any more cases

and I have to step away from the work.

What better way to show voters

that I'm all about doing the job until I legally can't?

Erin, Bobbi's right.

You need to campaign, dine with donors...

You know, you need to get out there.

If New Yorkers want to know if I'll make a good D.A.,

they can come right down to 100 Centre Street

and see me in action.

Sounds good to me.

Whose turn is it to say grace anyway?

I don't think we have a full roster.

I just figured

Sean miscounted the chairs again. Hey.

Who invited a guest? Don't we usually get a heads-up?

Yeah, Francis, I look forward to

this special time with my family every week,

so I don't like sharing it with just anyone.

Well, who said it's just anyone?

Well, that's the problem. No one's saying anything.

Fess up.

Mm... Dad just gave it away.

I certainly did not.

Spill it or we walk. Hey.

Sorry.

Really, a surprise?

Maybe it's the archbishop again?

No, it's got to be Lenny. He's late.

Is it Joe?

Well, I guess we'll know soon enough.

Well, how soon?

Isn't the food getting cold? Yeah.

Ah.

Thank heaven. Eddie, you're closest.

Oh. Okay, well,

if it's someone from my family, I apologize in advance.

Witten, I don't-- I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

You were just doing your job

and I respect the hell out of that.

Thank you.

'Cause it was killing me.

Yeah, me too.

Um, hello? We're waiting.

And starving. Ooh.

Hey!

Welcome.

And please, please, sit down.

This bus is on the move. All right.

This is a nice surprise.

We only have one rule here.

Keep your arms and legs

away from Eddie when she starts eating,

'cause she might rip your limbs off.

Oh, you think I don't know that? I figured you did.

Witten.

Thank you all for having me.

Thank you for making this happen.

Now you know why she's sitting next to me.

Bless us, O Lord...

...and these, Thy gifts

which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

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