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Hello, police.

Anybody home?

Hello, police.

Anybody here?

Hello. Hey, police.
Anybody here?

Ma'am, are you okay?

Hey, ma'am. Hello.

Did you inject this?

Any sign of EMS?

They're coming up now.

Hey, back here. Hey, hey.
What do we got?

I don't know. She's not responsive.
Get her off the couch.

Get her down.
Maybe an allergic reaction.

Watch her head.
Ma'am, can you hear us?

Found epinephrine
lying next to her.

Ma'am, can you hear me?
She's in arrest.

Shouldn't it be
making her better?

Sure should be.
Got to get her on the bus.

Get the door.

Hey, need some help out here!

Is she gonna make it?

Doesn't look that way.

What the hell happened?

Welcome to my world.

Boss, you wanted to see me?

Unfortunately.

Matthew Kindler. Ring a bell?

Yeah, I prosecuted him for a
homicide, maybe a decade ago?

And agreed to some ridiculous
plea deal in the process.

There was nothing
ridiculous about it.

It's 330.20, not responsible

by reason of mental defect
or disease.

He needed a hospital,
not a prison.

Well, soon he may have neither.

He has a retention
hearing next week

to determine if he
should be released.

That's just a formality
in these cases.

Not this time.

What is this?

A confession

for the same murder
you put on Kindler.

That's impossible.

One Pete Cabbad
is claiming responsibility.

You're saying I put an innocent
man away for the past ten years?

He's not innocent.

You of all people
know his criminal history.

The attorney general's office
wants our help

in keeping Kindler
in the hospital.

We're assisting
with the proceedings?

No, you're gonna testify
at the hearing.

Testify?

You're an expert on his history.
The defense will object.

And the judge will overrule.

Erin... with this confession,

the case is on a knife's edge.

And I'm supposed
to tip the scales?

Murder or no murder,
Kindler is dangerous

and he should stay locked up.

Doonan, I'm begging you,
take this office out of it

or else there's gonna be
hell to pay and I mean it.

Take it out.

Right. Got it.

No Can-Doonan strikes again.
Okay. Screw you.

Could you please knock?

There. Mind taking
a look at this?

What is it?
It's a talk I'm taping

for the Major Cities
Chief's Association.

Needs your touch.

You mean it needs
a complete rewrite.

Have at it.

And what's the beef?

Nothing.

Something.

No. Tim Doonan
at the News is running

an investigative piece tomorrow.

It's a museum-quality frame job.

What's he on me for this time?

It's not on you. It's on me.

On you? How?

Well, it seems he sourced
every waitress, bartender,

doorman, concierge or owner
that's crossed my path

the last six months of my life.

To what end?

To make it look like I run
with a particular crowd.

Particular how?

Wall Street guys,

sports agents, club owners,

real estate shakers,
you name it.

Never mind me naming it,
what's he naming it?

“The Favor Bank
of Greater New York”

or “The Favor
of the Month Club.”

He hasn't decided the header.

Is it accurate?

Well, there's truth in it,

in that I've been to those
places with those people.

And?

And that's all.

Then there's nothing
to worry about.

Except that
he's also writing that

sometimes the check
doesn't make it to me

or the ticket stub
says “complimentary”.

Did it?

It's not that linear.

Don't spin me, Garrett.

I'm not.
I'm doing my job, Frank.

And what the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Like Sid, like the chiefs
at Intel, Gang Unit,

Counter-Terrorism,
it's part of my job

to keep my ears to the ground.

It's just different
ground, that's all.

Spin.

To heads-up the alarms... Spin.

Concerns and event horizons...
And double-talk.

Hold on. Do you demand the other
chiefs give you every detail

about how they bartered every
tidbit and morsel they got?

No, but then I don't
have to read about it

in the paper, either, do I?

No.

It is a talk about ethics
and accountability

in urban policing.

It's going to play at their
convention next weekend.

I'd rather it didn't play to
laughs, so fix your situation.

I can't snap my fingers...
Fix it.

Whoa, you're gonna talk
to the husband now?

There's nothing
we could've done.

How can you be so sure?
It's not your fault.

Owen Sarni?

Yes?

I'm Officer Reagan,
this is Officer Janko.

We responded to your
wife's call today.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'll grab some coffee.

Please, tell me what went wrong.

We don't know yet,
but we were hoping you could

help us clear a few things up
before we fill our report out.

Whatever I can do.

Do you know what pharmacy your
wife's epinephrine came from?

Her injector?

Yes. Well...

it didn't come from a pharmacy.

It came from a back of
an ambulance... my ambulance.

You stole it?

Look, um...

epinephrine injectors
are expensive these days,

and it's not
a optional purchase.

Are you stationed near here?

At Kip's Bay.

So, you heard your address
come over the radio.

I did.

I'll never forget it.

I'm sorry,
but you didn't respond.

'Cause my partner and I
were on another call.

Look, Officers,
I think that's as many questions

as I-I can answer for now.

Of course.

And we're sorry for your loss.

Some bedside manner, Reagan.

If I hadn't prosecuted him,
he would never have been

committed to the hospital
in the first place.

You went with the case
you were handed.

The gas canister and the starter

were right there
in his apartment.

Arson? Yeah, turned homicide.

Set fire to his landlord's
apartment, or so we thought.

Even an student
gets a “B” sometimes.

This would be an �.

We've all gotten one... or two.

No, not me.

I need a favor.

Hence the sandwich.

Can you look into
the confession for me?

Make sure it's real.

Please.

Erin, whether Kindler
did it or not,

it sounds like he ended up
in the right place,

even if it's
for the wrong reasons.

Is that how the justice system
is supposed to work?

Don't make this so hard
on yourself.

Just testify.

Owen's supervisor said that
he was working yesterday,

but that he wasn't on a call
when his wife's 911 went out.

Seriously? You're still on this?

He'd last responded
only a few blocks over.

He could've easily
come to her aid.

I don't know, Reagan.
He seemed pretty genuine to me.

I think it's worth
investigating.

Investigating?

Hey, we're not
detectives, remember?

Yeah, but I know a good one.

This picture on page five,

is that Billy Joel
in the background?

Backstage after a
show at the Garden.

He nice in real life?

Yeah, great guy.

I figured that,
but good to know.

Is there really
a sushi restaurant

where you can spend $500
on a single meal?

We should bust them
for extortion and racketeering.

I've been there once.

This reporting makes it...
If you didn't pay your own way,

once was one time too many.

Like I said, the
reporting is slanted.

You could spend
that much, but...

You didn't spend a dime.

I never ordered enough
food to add up to...

Enough.

Sid. Yes, sir.

What's your game plan here?

I don't need a game plan.

The hell you don't.

The news cycle will take care
of this. It's very efficient.

I'm not talking about that.
Then what?

How will you account
for yourself?

What forum will you use?

How about I'm getting
Billy Joel to play a set

benefiting the Widows'
and Orphans' Fund?

Not talking about that.

How about that sushi dinner
resulted in the firm

underwriting Police Sports
League turf fields, ten of them?

You have to account
for appearances.

I have to account for results.

There's nothing in this piece

that makes a case
for any quid pro quo.

A guy checks into a hotel
with a woman not his wife.

What does the world suppose?
They had a pillow fight?

This is not that.

Look at who you work for!

Our cops can't even take
a cup of coffee on the arm.

I'm not a cop.

What's your beloved
COMPSTAT built on?

Results. I show results.

The end justifies the means?
Not in this building.

I won't sit here defending
myself for doing my job.

Hey, kid.

Hey.

What brings you up here
to my neck of the woods?

I was dropping a witness
off in the neighborhood.

Figured I'd stop
by to say hello.

Just stopping by to say hello?

Yeah. I'm not buying it.

I'm not selling anything.

Come on, that's my line.
I own that line.

You can't come around here
using that line on me.

All right, all right.

I need your help, all right?

I responded
to a 911 call yesterday.

A woman might've died
from an allergic reaction.

And?

And she took epinephrine,
but she got worse, not better.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't an
allergic reaction after all.

My thoughts exactly.

Well, there you go.

Case closed. You're welcome.

Can you look into it?

Look into it? What am I,
like your personal detective

or something?

No, I got a feeling about
this one, Danny.

I think somebody set her up.

Well, I got a feeling too, kid.

I got a feeling
that my partner and I,

who banged in sick today,

got about two dozen other
cases to go through.

And guess what? These cases
are based on hard evidence,

not on feelings.

Can you please just take a look?

It's not gonna happen, kid.

Thanks for nothing.

He's had three incidents
in his last five years here.

So you see, it's vital Mr.
Kindler be held for treatment.

And it will be two years till
his next chance at release?

Yes, but given his diagnosis,

it'll be a longer road
to rehabilitation.

His diagnoses as schizophrenic?

As one of the
one percent of them

who are dangerous.

And how long of a road
are we talking about?

Indefinite.

Indefinite?

This confession doesn't
change anything?

It has an impact,
but like I said,

these incidents
are indicative...

I'm gonna need a copy
of those reports.

You know you're testifying,
not prosecuting here.

And if you want me to testify,

you tell me what I need to know.

I've got something
you should know, Erin.

Mr. Kindler's made threats
during his time here.

What kind of threats?

He said when he gets out,
the first person

he'll be paying a visit is you.

Thanks again, Linda.

- You didn't get this from me.
- Okay.

This is the M.E.'s report
on Sharyn Sarni.

She died of cardiac arrest,
not an allergic reaction.

You know, and a woman her
age and in her health,

it's unusual.

How unusual?

Very.

And this...

this is the test result

on the epinephrine she injected.
It wasn't epinephrine?

No, it was, that's why it wasn't
flagged in the M.E.'s report.

It's the wrong concentration.

She injected a cardiac dose,

not an allergic dose.

Cardiac arrest.

Why would she inject
the wrong concentration?

It was a regular injector.

There's no way she could've
known the difference.

A mistake from the manufacturer?

Not in 25 years of practice.

Someone switched it.

Somebody who knew
what they were doing.

A.D.A. Reagan?

Arthur Cook,
Mr. Kindler's council.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

The D.A.'s office doesn't
usually bother hearing our side.

I'd like to understand both
sides before I agree to testify.

Good, because Mr. Kindler's
continued incarceration

amounts to nothing less
than a civil rights violation.

He should be released.

Even if he is innocent,
his history of violence

has raised concerns
among both my office

and hospital staff.

He's made some mistakes
in the past.

Murder wasn't one of them.

Trespassing and assault...

Both misdemeanors,
both before he was medicated.

And what about the incidents
at the hospital?

Yes, he's had a few angry
outbursts during his time here.

But wouldn't you be angry if
you'd been wrongfully locked up

for the last ten years?

I suppose... Anyone would be.

That doesn't make him unstable,
it makes him human.

So you're saying
it comes down to

the hospital's
subjective interpretation

of your client's actions?
Exactly.

Which means you are just making
an interpretation of your own.

You know what game is being
played here, A.D.A. Reagan.

If Mr. Kindler is released,

then you've admitted
you've had an innocent man

locked up for
the last ten years.

Is he a threat to society?

Or a threat to the
reputation of your office?

If you really are innocent,

I will admit you've been done
a great injustice.

Yeah, yeah.

An injustice.

Is that what this is?

Nothing that you say,

nothing that you do,

can change the past.

I will never

get those ten years,

ten years, back.

They're gone forever.

And that's because of you,

A.D.A. Reagan.

He was set up by another
tenant in his building.

And what about the gasoline

and the starter
in his apartment?

Both planted.

Why?

Guy figured Kindler
was an easy target,

and the D.A. and PD would
take him with open arms.

Which we did.

What about the murderer?

Pete Cabbad.

Goes by One Eye'd Pete.

The landlord had threatened
to evict him.

One Eye'd Pete?

Apparently he's drunk so much

he's always got one eye closed
so he could see straight.

And why's he coming
forward suddenly?

He's homeless
and it's cold outside.

Figured jail would be better.

And you're sure it's him?

Afraid so.

There's new DNA evidence.

Trip uptown didn't go so hot?

Not exactly.

Kindler's psychiatrist
said he's made some threats.

Including one towards me.

Towards you? Allegedly.

Are you okay?

Yeah, of course I'm okay.

It's not like
I'm a damsel in distress.

Well, it doesn't matter who you
are, threat's a threat.

You know I carry a gun...
So do I.

And if it were me,
I know what I would do.

Keep him locked up.

For your own sake.

The M.E. didn't flag it
because the epinephrine

comes back the same
no matter the dose,

but her EKG and her adrenaline
were irregular.

And the epinephrine
in the injector

was the wrong kind, right?

Yeah, I think somebody
switched her meds

and then just left them for her.

Like a ticking time bomb.

Exactly.

And you think it
was the husband did it.

Like I said, he admitted
he gave them to her.

What, you don't believe me?

What I don't believe is that you
went to Linda behind my back.

You said you were busy.
I am busy.

And now, thanks to you,
I'm gonna be even more busy.

You don't have to help. Please.

You know, all I heard during
the Ranger game was,

�Why won't you help
your younger brother, Danny?�

Well, she wouldn't interrupt
the Rangers game

without a good reason.

The point is, if you
want to investigate,

become a detective
and investigate yourself.

No, I'm happy where I'm at.

Well, it sure seems like it.

Look, help me or don't,
it's your choice.

Help you?

Your work is done here.

I have to investigate now,

and you need to
get back to patrol.

You got it?

Got it.

Why do you have
Detective ABETEMARCO

investigating the Kindler case?
I thought it was relevant.

The only thing relevant is
your testimony against Kindler.

I want the full story
before I do anything.

Get over whatever guilt
you're harboring.

Excuse me?

Yeah, you prosecuted
the wrong guy,

but Kindler is still dangerous.

He should be locked up.

For a crime he didn't commit?

Just because he didn't
commit this crime

doesn't mean there aren't
five others he's guilty of.

Great, let's find some evidence
and build a case,

the legal way.

Don't patronize me.

Monica, this is not
Minority Report.

We don't get to
incarcerate people

for crimes they might commit.

Yours isn't the only opinion
in this world, Erin.

The hospitals make these
judgment calls for a reason,

and we back them up,

for a reason.

How much of this
is about Kindler

and how much of it
is about us protecting

the reputation of this office?

It's your reputation, too.

Have you asked yourself
what you're gonna do

if Kindler is released, and
hurts someone, kills someone?

That'll be blood
on your hands, Erin.

Right over here.

Why am I here, Detective?

There's just a couple things
that aren't adding up.

Have a seat.

Is this about the epinephrine?

Well, you stole it.
Is that right?

Out of necessity.

They're over
600 bucks a two-pack.

You ever refill the injectors,

anything like that?

No.

Wait, is there something
wrong with it?

It was the
cardiac concentration,

not the regular dose,
that stopped her heart.

That's impossible.
Well, you have both types

in the back of the ambulance,
right?

But I checked the injector.

Well, you didn't show up
when your wife called 911.

I was on another call.

Not according
to your supervisor.

I thought it was a routine
reaction, Detective.

I didn't know she'd die.

Is there something you're
not telling me, Mr. Sarni?

I think I need a lawyer.

I think you're right.

Sir.

This isn't working.

What isn't?

You, hiding in your office,

trying to wait out
the news cycle.

You're better than that.

Actually, I'm not.

I'm getting enough heat
as it is,

I don't need you piling on.

I'm not. Just stating a fact.

I'm handling it.

You're avoiding handling it.

Are you seriously
gonna sit there

and tell me you didn't overstep?

Not the way it was implied.
In some way.

You know what Raymond Chandler
said his favorite weapon was?

Not a gun,

not a knife... a $20 bill.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means we all have different
weapons we use out there.

Mine's rubbing shoulders
and shaking hands.

And compromising this office?

No.

Not ever.

You consider the real reason
you're so popular?

Why your tabs get picked up
and your seats get comped?

Because of the title I hold.

Yes, thanks for
pointing that out.

You will hold a press
conference announcing

you are going to
return all the favors

you have received,
and not with favors in return,

with $20 bills.

Pay everything back?

Yes.

And if I don't?

Copy that.

Hey. Anything new on Kindler?

Seriously, Erin? Yes, seriously.

The hearing's
a couple days away.

Doesn't matter.

What do you mean,
it doesn't matter?

I don't work for you.
You know that, right?

Yeah, I know. We're partners.

We work together

when our boss tell us to.

I take it Monica had
a word with you.

Yeah.

And if you want to get yourself
in trouble, go for it.

Next time, leave me out of it.

Come on, Anthony,
you don't think.

Kindler should have
a fair shake?

Maybe he didn't
get one at birth,

and maybe he's not
really that dangerous.

But I won't gamble my job
just to be a contrarian.

You think that's what I'm doing?

I think that's what you do,

all the time.

And I thought you were
more interested in justice

than the party line.

I'm interested
in keeping my job,

and you should be, too.

Look, you're gonna do
whatever you want

no matter what I say.

I'm out on this one.

God.

You know, I think it's sweet.

What is? Jamie...

Coming in, asking for your help.

More bitter than sweet.

He clearly still
looks up to you.

No, he doesn't. Trust me.

That kid's so set
on going his own way,

he won't even take a step
for fear

that someone else may have
walked there before him.

He became a cop, didn't he?

I think your opinion matters
more to him than he'd admit.

Yeah, right.

You and Owen been
partners a long time?

A year and a half.
So you know each other well.

We're pretty close friends.
You guys know how it is.

Yeah. Except I don't text my
partner at 2:00 in the morning.

What are you talking about?

We dumped Owen's phone.

Phone calls, texts.
Even videos...

How long?

Around six months.

Did you know his wife?

Of course.
That didn't bother you?

Owen and I aren't
in love or anything.

We just work long hours
in a high-adrenaline job.

It just sort of happened.

Owen ever say anything to you
about leaving his wife?

Nothing that I would take
too seriously.

We have kind of a dark
sense of humor, Detectives.

Indulge us.

Well, every now and then
he would joke

about getting rid of her.

You mean killing her?

Not in those words.

You never thought
to tell anyone about this?

Like I said, it was just one
of our morbid jokes.

You see enough of what we see,

and what's �normal�
starts to change.

Here's the thing.
For Matthew Kindler,

it's not beyond a
shadow of a doubt.

It's not even beyond
a reasonable doubt.

The bar is set at
a very low �clear

and convincing evidence"
that he's dangerous.

So it's not good enough

some doctors,
experts in their field,

are calling this guy a menace?

To another doctor, maybe.

Not to a lawyer, clearly.

If he's innocent,
he should be let go.

- So he can commit another crime?
- No.

- What did he do?
- It's what he didn't do.

He didn't commit the crime
he was institutionalized for

in the first place.

There's the rub.

But he did do something, right?

A couple misdemeanors,
that's it.

Yeah, but you said
the doctors said

this guy's nuts.

- What are we missing here?
- Yeah.

That we don't lock people away

for having mental health issues

unless and until they are proven

beyond a shadow of a doubt
to be a menace to society.

I've always loved that phrase,

�shadow of a doubt.�

It's like they let a poet
write the statutes that day.

But that's not really
even a legal term, is it?

Actually... I don't know. Erin?

The legal language is

�reasonable doubt
to a reasonable person.�

But there is a lawyer who
you all know and respect

that said, �The law
says reasonable doubt,

but I think a defendant
is entitled

to the shadow of a doubt.�

Who?

Anyone?

Was that O.J.'s guy?
What's his name?

No, it wasn't him, it was... No!

- Clarence Darrow?
- Nope.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.

Strike three. Give up? Give up.

Atticus Finch,
To Kill a Mockingbird.

He's not a real person.

But the lawyer who
probably inspired

more people than any other
to go into the law.

Okay, so what about Garrett?

Are you gonna give him the
whole shadow-of-a-doubt deal?

My wife reads me
the papers at bedtime.

It doesn't apply
if you confess to doing

what they said you did.

What they're saying is

he's trading access
for the lush life.

Did he cop to it?

More or less.

Which? More or less?

More than he wanted,

less than I'll accept.

Can we leave it at that for now?

Sore subject?

Could we just leave it at that?

I would like to think
you can have a good friendship

without having to share in that
friend's rationalizations,

or even his illusions
about himself.

I'd like to think that.

I hope my friends feel
that way towards me.

Faults and all.

Me, too.

Me three.

I clearly do, or
I wouldn't have any friends.

Come on, you gonna sit here

and tell me there's nothing
going on?

- Okay, I don't have to sit here and take...
- Owen.

Why didn't you respond
to your wife's call?

- Like I said, I thought it was routine...
- Owen, stop talking!

We were caught up.

You mean you and
Michelle were caught up?

Yeah.

Like you wanted to
replace your wife

with a younger version... No.

So you slipped her
some bad meds...

No, I would never do that!
Detective,

my client is here as a courtesy.

Show him some in return.

He'll get courtesy
when I get the truth!

You know what I find

interesting about you, Owen?

You're sitting here,
and you're all broken up,

and you're playing all innocent,

and you're the same
sick son of a bitch

that made jokes about
killing your own wife!

What are you talking about?
I spoke to your partner.

That's what I'm talking about.
Michelle said that?

Yes, she said it!

All right, fine, I...
No, no, yo-you don't have to.

No, I do! You don't!

I would never threaten my wife,
or even joke about it.

But you're right, Detective,
I was having an affair.

Is that why you missed the call?

Yeah, Michelle
didn't want to go.

She hated seeing Sharyn.

Because Michelle runs your life

and tells you what to do,
and you just listen?

She gets her way,
but I would do anything

to get that day back, Detective!

I would do anything.

Michelle, she would have known

about the epinephrine,
too, right?

Yeah, it came from
our ambulance.

She ever have any
reason to handle it?

Yeah, she gave it to me
to give to Sharyn.

Really?

Well, isn't that fascinating?

Detective, there's no way
Michelle would...

Michelle working today?

No, but this must be
a... an accident.

She would never...

I'm gonna need
an address for Michelle.

She would never... An address!

Prior to this confession,
when's the last time

you spoke to Mr. Kindler?

During the original
plea process.

Ten years ago? Yes.

So you've had no contact with
this man for the past ten years?

That's correct.
Yet, here you are

testifying on his behalf.

I'm testifying to the facts.

The facts of this confession.
Yes.

A confession, not a conviction?

As I said,

myself and the investigators
from my office...

Are you an expert
on DNA analysis, Ms. Reagan?

The DNA was reviewed by experts.

But are you one?

No.

No. And members
of your own office

asked you to testify against.

Mr. Kindler, correct?

As an officer of the law,
it's my responsibility

to testify objectively,
not selectively.

Answer the question, please.

They did.

Hospital experts all say
this man is dangerous,

but not you.

I'm here to testify
on Mr. Kindler's

criminal history, and the
validity of this new evidence.

That's all.

You really don't think
this man is dangerous?

If you're asking my opinion,

I think he would never have
ended up in this hospital

if he wasn't falsely accused
of murder in the first place.

What are you doing here?

I might ask you
the same question.

You first.

Cynthia and I are trying
a trial separation.

And how long's that been?

Couple of months.

How many is that?

The third, if
you're keeping score.

How did you get up here?

I used to be a detective.

I still remember how
to get past a desk.

I'm taking a sick day,
to answer your question.

You sick? No.

I'm taking one of,
like, 12 accrued.

But if that's also a problem,

I can be shaved
and dressed in five.

Look, I came here as a friend.

Or at least I thought so,

but I didn't even know
you were separated, so...

If we're friends,
we're friends second,

boss and employee first.

Right.

And I didn't want
to burden you with my problems.

Then don't.
Hold a press conference,

eat crow, and move on.

Or?

Or you are being
exactly the kind of ass

you accuse me of being
on so many occasions.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

As you always...

And my actions don't affect

the 35,000 cops,
or the eight million citizens.

As you always say, �optics,
appearances, perceptions.�

As a friend, swallow your pride

and fall on your sword.

Or resign.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, I understand my options.

And I never for a second thought

that the comps and the strokes
were about anything

but my proximity to you.

Just so we're clear.

Hey. Hey.

You awake in there?

Yeah. Of course.

Thanks for pulling me in
on this.

Of course. Thought you could
use the overtime.

That aside,
let's just make this collar.

Any sign of her?

No, I think she's still
holed up in there,

far as I can tell.

All right, keep an eye out,

keep your radio on tac A.

You got it.

Lights are on.

Yeah. TV's on, too.

Michelle Adler? Police, open up!

Police!

Step out of the vehicle.

I said, police!

Turn off the ignition and step
outside of the vehicle...

You okay?

Police! Get your hands
on the dashboard!

Get 'em up!

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car! Turn around.

You're under arrest for
being a complete idiot.

Move. You all right?

Yeah.

Good morning, friends.
First of all,

I want to thank
Captain Wallace and his team

for the invitation
to speak to this convention

of the Major Cities
Chief's Association.

I'm sorry I can't be with you
in person;

I've always had such
a great time when I can attend.

There's a quote from the great
mystery writer Raymond Chandler,

which goes, �All in all, my
favorite weapon is a $20 bill.�

Got me to thinking about how we
use the weapons at our disposal,

and, as importantly,

the ones that maybe
we're underusing...

Sit down. This won't take long,

and I won't
be fielding questions.

No Can-Doonan have the guts
to show up?

He's not here, Garrett.

Not surprised, Tommy.

All of us,

chiefs and cops,

walk in the shadow of a doubt
every day.

So let's turn that around.

Let's give the people we serve
the benefit of the doubt,

when we can.

With 20/20 hindsight, I can see,

while there was no quid pro quo
alleged or proven,

there was perception
of impropriety

caused solely by my actions.

In remedy,
I am undertaking an exhaustive

and comprehensive course
of repaying

for any and all
goods or services

to the appropriate individuals.

That's all, folks. Thanks.

Let's take out a stick of gum

or a voucher for a cup of coffee

instead of a summons book,
when we can.

Let's build trust by accepting
that in every city and town,

trust is a two-way street.

So, this is the type of joint

you and your hipster friends
hang around in nowadays?

Graduated with the guy who
opened it. First round's on him.

I can see the charm.

Thanks for bringing me in on
the case, talking to the boss.

I know you didn't
have to do that.

It was Baez's idea.

Well, I'm just glad
you got a full confession.

Yeah, well, you know.
The confession's the easy part.

Part I can't figure out
is why they always try to run.

It's that ugly mug of yours.

That's funny.

Look, I know Dad talked to you,

and I'm sure everyone's
talked to you by now,

but when are you going to admit
you're wasting your talent?

I'm not wasting anything.

Come on.

You know, a lot of people

make it in patrol, but very few
could solve a murder.

I didn't solve it.

You don't think you would've?

I've said it a hundred times.

I'm happy right where I am.

I say actions speak
louder than words.

If I wasn't on patrol,

I wouldn't have got that
911 call in the first place.

Come on, Jamie. What is it?

Can we just have a drink?

Fine.

Actually, no.

Look, I'm not trying to
tell you what to do here.

I know it seems that way,
but trust me, I'm not.

If you're happy in patrol,
and it's fulfilling to you,

then I'm happy for you.

Just...

I just hope you're not
hiding out there, that's all.

I hear you.

Okay.

Remind me to never let you
drive again.

I'm a great driver.

Look, the way you
kamikazed that woman, no.

That was right out of
a Danny Reagan playbook.

No. That was you, writing
your own playbook.

That was a great hit!

A great hit?

I stopped her.

You stopped her, but you left
the whole car exposed,

so the door could open,
she could run down the street.

If I wasn't so fast,
she probably would've got away.

Hi.

Hi.

Packing for home?

Yep.

You and Cynthia worked it out.

Not yet.
But we're gonna have to.

I can't pay for this rent
above my regular nut,

now that I'm in
the full refund business.

Silver lining.

We'll see.

That speech I gave,
that was all you.

So thank you.

I made my mea culpa to the press
just like you would've.

How so?

Like I was scraping out
my eyes with a rusty fork.

So thanks for the years
of leading by example.

Here.

This a trap?

Come on. Costs more than $50,

so it's against NYPD regulation

for me to accept that as a gift.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Been there, done that.

How about you give me a buck a
drink and we call it happy hour?

A.D.A. Reagan.

How are you this evening?

I just wanted to say thank you,
personally...

That's okay. You don't need
to come any further.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you for helping
to get me out of, um...

that place.

It feels good to be free again.

Very good.

Well, it was the right decision.

I'm so glad
that you saw it that way.

I brought you something.

Mr. Kindler, put down... put...

Whoa. I mean you...

Get your hands
out of your pockets,

I want to see both hands up.

I mean you no harm, Ms. Reagan.

Both hands, Mr. Kindler.

Ms. Reagan,

I just wanted
to bring you these.

They're journals.

I-I've kept them
for the last ten years.

I was hoping that...

hoping that maybe this would
bring you some sort of...

confidence,

that you did the right thing.

Well, I should probably
be going.

Again, thank you.

Good night, Ms. Reagan.

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