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You got any big plans for Halloween? Of course.

My boyfriend and I have costumes planned for each night.

Each night?

Don't tell me you've never heard of Hallo-weekend?

I can't say that I have.

Halloween is basically

a week-long celebration these days.

That sounds excessive.

[chuckles]

Pull over.

[siren whooping]

Everything all right here, guys?

Yeah, Sarge, we're fine.

I'm just trying to keep my buddy here from driving home.

Where are you taking him?

Maybe you should take him home instead of to a bar.

My name's Kyle Dorsey. I work out of the 5-6.

This is Mark Adams. He works out of the 2-1.

Look, if I take him home in this condition,

his wife's gonna kill us both.[laughs]

Yeah, well, as a cop, he should know better.

He's obviously unfit for duty.

But if you've got everything under control,

we'll be on our way.

Come on. Let's go.

Sarge.

Hey, Kyle.

Did you see this?

It looks like your friend was in an accident.

Come on, man.

Well, this changes everything. I'm gonna put it over the air

and see what he might've hit.

- Really, dude? - And that's "Sergeant" to you.

Oh, what the hell, man? - You said you'd help me out! - Sergeant to Central.

[grunts]

Hands behind your back.

Let me handle him.

Yeah, 'cos you're doing such a great job.[groans]

Hands behind your back.

[horn honking, indistinct chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

What is with the costumes?

Halloween isn't till Sunday.

How can you tell these are costumes?

That's my problem with Halloween in New York.

You can never tell if people are dressed up

or they're just dressed like that.

MAN [shouting]: Give it to me! It's my money, too.

- JANKO: Hey! - Give it to me!

- Hey! - Give it to me.

Hey! Get off her.

- Are you okay? - Get the hell away from me.

Put your hands behind your back.

We're here to help. Do you want an ambulance?

I don't talk to cops.

Please, you're bleeding from your head...

[onlookers exclaim]

Are you deaf, bitch?

I don't want your help.

[laughter]

[sighs] Come on.

[laughing] You gonna arrest me? Really?

No, I'm getting you help, whether you like it or not.

29-David, I need a bus. Tenth and 44th.

[indistinct chatter]

Can you believe this is a high school?

No. Looks more like Shawshank prison to me.

It's amazing what people will spend

60 grand a year on these days.

It gives me the creeps.

Me, too.

Hey, Fucci, what do we got?

Vic is an 18-year-old female, Kayla Johnson.

DOA. No witnesses.

No witnesses, huh?

Any idea what happened?

Another student found her on the bathroom floor.

Looks like a head injury.

Any security cameras?

They recently had them all removed.

Wow. Perfect timing.

Something wrong with my office?

Right now?

Yeah.

Cell phone footage of an arrest

from an hour ago.

IAB has it.

And here I am.[men shouting in video]

So does the press.

OFFICER: Shut up, you scumbag!

- Track star! - Take it easy. Take it easy!

Come on...

Hey, hey, hey, get that out of here. Out! Ou--

[sighs]

Media's agreed to hold off on posting it

until you give a comment.

Brian Baker.

I don't think Abigail knows.

[sighs]

I was just with her. I'm certain she does not.

♪

Mark was driving.

He thought he hit something; he called me asking for help.

Any idea what he hit?

He didn't say.

And why not just take him home?

'cos of his wife. I told you.

So plan B's always O'Rourke's.

You don't know about O'Rourke's?

What's to know?

[chuckles]: It's been a safe place

for cops and firefighters for generations.

What's that mean, "safe place"?

Okay, so, if a cop in the know pulls over another cop

or a red menace that's been drinking,

and the guy isn't an ass and he didn't hurt anybody,

take him to O'Rourke's instead of jamming him up.

The owner's a retired cop.

Seriously?

[chuckles] It's, like, the only place

that our two departments

get along and help each other out.

Shocked you haven't heard of it.

Unless they, uh, kept Reagans out of the loop on purpose.

Yeah, we're not, uh, big on breaking the law, so... It's not

breaking the law-- I'm just trying

to not jam up a good guy.

Good guys don't drive plastered and then ask a fellow cop

to bail them out.

Wish you were more like your sister.

You must not know her very well

if you think she'd let something like this slide.

We did a case together. I was on loan

to the D.A.'s office for a few months.

She knew how to weigh a situation.

Hey, I'm just doing what you should've done.

Wait, now you're trying to jam me up?

I'm not trying to jam anybody up.

I'm trying to figure out what happened.

Our job is to put the bad guys behind bars,

not to mess with somebody's life when they make a little mistake.

DANNY: And how long have you been head of school here?

- This'll be my third year. - But nothing like this

has ever happened before?

Not even close.

Parents about lost their minds

when I relaxed the dress code.

I suspect they'll crucify me for this.

BAEZ: You recently removed

[phone dings]the security cameras.

My students felt that it was an invasion of their privacy,

and I agreed.

- Felt they should be trusted. - I mean, not for nothing,

these kids spend most of their lives on social media.

They don't seem too concerned about their privacy.

I'd argue by choice, not school policy.

Fair enough. BAEZ: Is there

a big drug problem here?

I assume they're around,

but since I've been head of school,

we haven't had to discipline anyone for drug use.

You keep a log of everyone who entered the building today?

[phone dings] We do, and I'm happy to share it with you.

But if you'll excuse me, I'm needed upstairs.

Mm-hmm. Uh, be in touch.

Thank you.

You got something?

I got nothing.

Hey, you want to grab a bite?

No, I'm not hungry.

Coffee?

I'd never get to sleep.

How about a drink?

I'd fall right to sleep.

Well, hey, hey,

do you want to maybe do something this weekend?

Maybe my friend and partner could take a hint.

I just thought maybe you'd want to talk

about what happened today-- I know I do.

It's... what we signed up for.

Can you just back off?

Well, that's some radar.

I was about to ask you in.

Something's going on.

Have you, uh,

talked to your husband since you got in?

No.

Call him.

Is he okay?

Oh, Brian's okay.

But, uh...

something happened on his tour.

He crossed a line.

It was caught on camera.

Have you seen it?

I have.

But you know how these things can be manipulated

or taken out of context.

Uh, not this one, Abigail.

He roughed up a perp in action and language.

How do you rough up a perp with language?

"Greaseball." "Scumbag."

That doesn't sound like Brian.

It doesn't.

Sid is on his way to review the body cam footage, so...

Gormley knows?

Yes.

This is why Garrett needed to see you privately?

[sighs] The press brought it to Garrett.

Sid was informed by IAB.

The press has this?

I'm afraid so.

Where are your kids?

At school. I...

Take the day.

It could just blow over.

Take the day.

This better be important,

because I'm due in court in an hour.

You know a cop named Kyle Dorsey?

Yeah, Kyle was on loan to us for a couple months.

He actually helped us with a really important case.

Feel like you owe him anything?

No, I don't owe him anything.

Why are you asking about him?

Well, I came upon him helping out a fellow cop

who was driving while intoxicated.

Any victims or damage to property?

I'm only aware of some damage to the car.

Did you see him driving drunk and then pull him over?

No.

So how did you come to arrest this guy for a DWI?

Well, I collared him for disorderly conduct,

and I gave him a command discipline

for being unfit for duty.

Wait, you're here for a summons?

Dorsey was helping a buddy avoid taking a collar

for DWI, but the way that he talks to me about it

is really odd-- it's like he thinks

he deserves a service medal for it,

or it was a heroic act.

But the bar that he was taking his buddy to

apparently is like some safe house where cops

and FDNY go to cover each other's asses.

What's the name of the bar?

O'Rourke's. Up in the Heights.

Apparently it's been sanctuary for, like, years.

That's above my pay grade.

Will you ask Anthony what he knows?

As expected, Kayla did die from a traumatic brain injury.

Her head injuries are consistent

with hitting her head on the radiator.

And the bruises on her arm?

Yes, there are signs of a struggle.

Anything other than the bruising on her arms?

Chunks of her hair were pulled out.

So it was a homicide.

Cause undetermined

pending police investigation.

You just said yourself: bruising on her arms,

chunks of hair pulled from her head,

consistent with a struggle.

I'd say it was one hell of a struggle.

She could have pulled her hair out herself

or obtained these bruises earlier in the day.

You don't really

believe that, do you?

Come on, Danny,

you know that I have to do things by the book.

It is your job to prove if these things

have anything to do with her death.

Okay. Then we'll prove it.

There's something else that you should know.

Kayla was four months pregnant.

[exhales]

I sacrificed so much to send Kayla to that school.

Spent a fortune to keep her away from the...

sex and the drugs

that public schools traffic in.

And for what?

Mrs. Johnson, we have something else to tell you.

What could be worse than what I already know?

[sighs]: Uh...

Kayla was four months pregnant.

[whispers]: Oh, God.

Do you have any idea who the father may have been?

[crying]: The father?

Was she seeing someone?

No.

Um, yes. Uh...

uh, but not anymore.

What was his name?

Noah Barber.

Rich white kid. No offense.

No offense taken.

Do you know why she stopped seeing him?

Noah is a few years older.

He was held back, and...

took a gap year to travel Europe.

[wry chuckle]

It all impressed her.

I told her to cut it off.

Why did you feel a need to tell her that?

He was too mature for her.

And I found these crazy love letters

in her room, talking about running off and...

giving her a better life.

I don't know of many teenagers writing love letters nowadays.

He isn't a normal teenager.

More money than he knew what to do with.

He actually had

the means to take her away from me if he wanted.

We'll find out if he was there yesterday,

and we'll go from there.

He was expelled a month ago

for posting a racist video on TikTok

- or whatever. - He still

could have gotten into the school.

Rich white boys can get in anywhere...

and do whatever they want there.

Believe me, you do not want to know about O'Rourke's.

I already know about O'Rourke's.

No, you don't, or you wouldn't have asked me.

Okay, why don't I want to know?

- I just told you. - Told me what?

Forget that you heard about it.

Well, I don't like the sound of that.

Change the station, then.

Kyle Dorsey.

Tune to another station.

Jamie came upon him

helping a drunk pal into O'Rourke's.

Damage to the car, but there was no reports

of a hit-and-run in the area.

I got nothing.

You worked with Dorsey

when he was up here, right?

Yes, I did.

Okay.

Good cop?

I axed you a question.

Axed?

Yeah.

Stop stonewalling me.

Dorsey's a gung-ho true blue.

Too gung-ho, maybe.

Dorsey's, uh,

one of those cops thinks the job is to...

look out for other cops...

instead of, you know, citizens.

[sighs]

Work with Jamie on this.

Just find out what actually happened.

It's okay. She went home.

I reviewed Officer Baker's body cam footage,

and it seems the video circulating

gives an accurate depiction of what transpired.

That's what I was afraid of.

Even his partner told IAB that he behaved irrationally,

lost his temper and needed to be disciplined.

I mean, his own partner.

What's the verdict?

IAB is gonna suspend him without pay

pending the outcome of their investigation.

Okay.

You're gonna have to put out a statement.

Condemning Officer Baker's actions.

Yes.

I'll draft something up.

And his CO said... FRANK: You thinking

what I'm thinking?

Guy's got a spotless record.

Where'd this come from?

His CO said he just hasn't been the same

since he'd been shot two years ago.

I mean, nothing this bad has ever happened,

but he did say Brian was like a trigger without a safety.

And the CO did nothing?

Said he gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Said he felt for Brian.

And look where that got us.

Oh, there's that new smoothie place.

McGovern said we should try

the Peach on the Beach.

And you love peaches

and you love the beach, so what's not to like?

You want to listen to the radio?

Okay, I'm gonna take that as a "Yes, Eddie, I love music."

Could you please not?

Well, you've been giving me the silent treatment all day.

Yeah, maybe you could take a cue.

I got to talk to somebody.

If I'm not gonna talk to you,

I'm gonna talk to myself.

And you think I'm the crazy one?

Whoa. I never said you were crazy.

You implied it.

No, I didn't.

I said I wanted to talk to you

about what happened at the park.

Yeah, and I want to forget it ever happened.

So, what? Are you just gonna mope around

in silence for the rest of your life?

You're not gonna get me out of this mood,

no matter how hard you try.

So you're gonna wallow?

No, I'm gonna own it.

If it's bothering you this much, then...

maybe you should look into getting a new partner.

Where were you yesterday morning

between the hours of 8:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m.?

You actually think I'd invite you into my house

if I had anything to do with her murder?

Who said it was a murder?

That's what everyone's saying.

- Hmm. - Look,

I was playing squash at the U Club.

Plenty of people saw me.

We'll need a list of names.

Do I need a lawyer present?

Do you have anything to hide?

Am I missing something? Hmm?

Why would I want Kayla dead?

Maybe you aren't ready to be a father.

A what?

A father. She was four months pregnant.

No, that's...

that's, uh, that's not possible.

Y-You think I'm dumb enough not to wrap it up?

So you're willing to take a paternity test?

Happy to. DANNY: If you're not

the father, who do you suspect might be?

Some other guy?

I'm not saying anything else.

You guys will just, you'll just twist it around

and make me look bad.

I listen to a lot of true crime podcasts.

I know how this goes.

Wow.

Well, they say a little knowledge

is a dangerous thing-- you ever hear that

on your true crime podcasts?

If you want to know who else was involved in Kayla's life,

why don't you ask her mentor, Mr. Anderson?

The head of school?

Kayla treated him like a god.

Told that loser everything. He was way too involved

in her life.

He didn't mention that.

Why would he?

That dude crosses so many lines.

He even got me kicked out of school

to keep me away from her.

Interesting you blame him,

since you were thrown out of school

because of a racist video.

My girlfriend was Black! I'm clearly not racist!

Why'd you leave school, then?

Well, Mr. Anderson said that my presence

made the other students feel uncomfortable.

So you just left?

You're so innocent,

- you didn't even put up a fight? - How?

Say I sue the school.

Then the rest of my life I am labeled

as the "rich white boy who claimed reverse discrimination."

[sighs]

Paternity test shows Noah is not the father.

And I've got six witnesses who confirmed his alibi,

though it sounds like his squash game needs a little bit of work.

Well, he also told the truth about the racist TikTok video.

All he did was impersonate Eminem.

What, like in blackface or something?

No. Just Slim Shady in all his glory.

Short hair,

bleach blond, hoop earrings, nothing more.

- That's it? - That's it.

Well, maybe Mr. Anderson really does have it out for Noah.

Apparently, there is another parent

who had their daughter pulled from the school

because of a possible inappropriate relationship

with an educator.

And you think it was Mr. Anderson,

because Noah implied that he crossed a line with Kayla?

If Mr. Anderson was having

an inappropriate relationship with Kayla,

it would make sense that he wanted Noah out of the way.

And it would give Mr. Anderson

motive to kill her.

I mean, that baby would have taken him down.

Well, if he killed Kayla,

he may end up taking the whole school down.

Mark Adams almost certainly was driving over the limit.

One bartender alone

served up five Jack and Cokes in a little over an hour.

We got him on tape getting into the driver's seat

right out of that bar.

Okay. So we have proof that he got behind the wheel

after he was drinking.

- What else? - License plate readers

show that he went from the bar to the AMC Bay Terrace.

He went to the movies?

We found him on surveillance picking up his son

and two of his friends.

Were they in the car when he crashed?

ABETEMARCO: It looks like he dropped them off,

then took out a stop sign and a few trash cans

before heading back out.

Okay, so now we're talking about an aggravated DWI

with kids in the vehicle-- that's an automatic felony.

Do you think that Dorsey knew

his buddy put three kids' lives at risk?

I think there's a chance he did.

I think we should speak to him before jumping to conclusions.

Well, then you better speak to him,

because I'm ready to jump.

Heard you call practically every member of the U Club

to check on my alibi-- half the city thinks I killed her now.

I'm sorry that I didn't believe you.

I am.

What do you want?

Proof that Mr. Anderson had

an inappropriate relationship with Kayla.

What kind of proof?

Did you ever write love letters to Kayla?

You mean, like, pen and paper?

Exactly why I didn't think you were the one who wrote them.

Do you think Mr. Anderson might have had

any other inappropriate relationships

with somebody besides Kayla?

There was this girl,

Alyssa, whose parents took her out of school last year.

There was rumors

about another one, but I don't know for sure.

Does this other one have a name?

Nadia...

something.

Total smoke show, but she was a bit off.

She was, like, a Russian diplomat's daughter.

Kept to herself, but was always with Anderson in his office.

Okay. Good to know.

I had no idea there were kids in the car.

Any way to prove that?

Really? 'cos I'm telling the truth.

One of them is my godson.

Who, Mark's boy?

Yeah.

Look, nobody got hurt except for his front bumper.

Would you guys just let it go?

He put the lives of three children at risk.

Which I didn't know.

And nothing bad came... JAMIE: Doesn't work

that way, and you know it.

He's a good guy

who just happens to drink too much.

Then why not get him some real help?

I didn't realize it was so bad.

ABETEMARCO: How many times you bailing him out

is it gonna take?

Anthony, you know me.

Okay? I'm all about having your back.

Yeah, well, who's gonna have your godson's back, huh?

And those other kids.

I read your statement to the press.

All due respect, I think you piled on.

Respectfully, I disagree.

If anything, I went easy on him.

He didn't deserve a public shaming from this office.

And if it were anyone else, you'd be leading the charge.

- That's not true. - So you really think he deserves special treatment?

Just equal treatment. If he weren't my husband,

would you have felt the need

to come out so quickly - with a response? - Okay.

We can play "what if" all day long,

but the fact is, based on the reality of the situation,

I did what I needed to do.

[taps desk] That's what I did, Abigail. Come on.

[sighs]

Well...

Brian asked for a separation.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

My job has always been an issue in our marriage.

[takes deep breath]

We started at the academy together,

and then Brian watched as I climbed the ranks

while he was still writing parking tickets.

Look, the work he does on the street

is just as important as any job at One PP.

He never saw it that way.

Abigail...

he has no one to blame but himself.

He almost died from that shooting.

And that just might be why we're in this mess.

What is that supposed to mean?

How quickly did he recover?

He blew through his physical therapy

and was back on the job in three months.

But I'm talking about his mental health.

That recovery.

I've tried getting him into therapy.

Well, I wish you would've told me.

I can't share everything with you.

It would be bad for both of us.

[sighs]

Okay.

Thank you for coming down, Nadia.

Yeah, I'm not sure why I'm here.

We're interviewing everyone that was on campus on October 29.

Were you close with Kayla?

No. No. She was in my physics class, but that was it.

So you wouldn't consider yourself friends.

No, I wouldn't.

Did you know that Kayla

had a relationship with Mr. Anderson?

What do you mean, like a mentor?

We have reason to believe it went beyond that.

Like they had

love feelings for each other.

No, that can't be true. He'd never have

an inappropriate relationship with a student.

And you're sure about that?

Mr. Anderson is good

at his job, so he...

he cares deeply about all of his students,

but that's as far as it goes.

Well,

these love letters make us believe otherwise.

Love letters?

Yeah, like this one. "I can't fight

"this feeling any longer,

and yet I'm afraid to let..."Stop. No, you're lying.

Actually, I'm not lying.

"What started out as friendship has grown stronger."

He... he didn't... he didn't write that to her.

No, REO Speedwagon wrote that.

But he did send it to her.

No. No, you're just trying to trick me.

Let me guess. He wrote the same lyrics to you?

No, I never said that.

Then why so upset?

Maybe it's because you knew he was having

an inappropriate relationship

- with Kayla. - No, no.

And was also having an inappropriate relationship

with you.

I don't have to stay here. I have diplomatic immunity.

We know you do.

But stay here and help us figure out who killed Kay...

No, I can't help you.

Oh, don't mind me.

Just finishing up.

Then I'll get out of your hair.

Um, actually, I'm glad you're here,

so I can...

say goodbye.

Till when?

I don't know.

S-So you're taking a leave?

Yeah.

For...?

For good.

I'm putting my papers in.

I just ran out of gas.

If you're asking why for.

Just... please don't think I'm a quitter.

That thought never crossed my mind.

I guess it was just...

the disgusting loogie that broke this camel's back.

[chuckles softly]

Is there any chance I could change your mind?

No.

Not even you.

[chuckles]

Well, could you do me a favor?

Yeah, if I can.

See the commissioner when you're up there.

No.

He would never say anything, but he'd be pretty hurt.

Yeah, I just...

I can't do that.

[softly]: Yeah.

Do you ever regret coming back on the job?

No.

[laughs]

[sniffles]

I'm gonna sleep soundly knowing that you're still out there

on patrol.

Singing off-key

to Fleetwood Mac and...

checking your hair in the rearview.

[gasps] What?

I got your six wherever you go.

I know you do.

[sniffles]

♪

[sighs]

[sighs]

Want a drink?

Little early for me.

Just a Guinness.

That, uh, perp you collared matched the description

of the guy who shot you and your partner.

That set you off?

Wouldn't be an excuse.

No, it would not.

But it might give some insight.

I guess I got some resentment, yeah.

But... the perp you collared

wasn't your shooter.

He's been put away for life.

I know that.

Then act like it...

if there's a next time.

[bartender approaches]

Cops roughing up collars wasn't all right when it was all right.

- I know that, too. - Then act like it...

if there's a next time.

You sitting here day-drinking, toasting your new freedom

from your wife and kids?

[softly]: No.

Well...

at least that part of your brain's working.

You took a bullet in the line of duty.

You not only lived, but you went back on the job.

There's only a handful of cops like you

in the history of this department,

and they're held in the highest esteem.

Make them proud...

if there's a next time.

Gina Adams?

- Yes. - I'm Anthony Abetemarco

from the D.A.'s office.

What do you want?

Your husband home?

Sorry, you just missed him.

Listen to me.

I'm here to help you.

I don't need your help.

Come on, give me a break.

Your husband's put you and your son in danger.

You don't know anything.

Where did he go? - Tell me where he went. - He's fine.

You don't need to worry. He's with Kyle.

Do you think Nadia is capable of killing Kayla?

With the right amount of hurt,

[phone rings]there's no telling what anyone's capable of.

You know that. Reagan.

You're kidding me.

We're on our way. Nadia's got Anderson at gunpoint.

She wants to speak to us.

What are we looking at, boss?

She's got a gun to his head.

She's been waiting on you. Okay.

Watch the exit.

Okay, I'm gonna need you to put that gun down, Nadia.

[cocks hammer]

Not till he admits what he did.

Nadia, I didn't kill Kayla.

It was your fault!

The blood is on your hands, not mine.

Nadia, I can't help you till you put that gun down.

[crying]: He told me

he loved me.

And I believed him!

Told you he loved you

and took advantage of you?

I didn't take advantage... No, you got Kayla pregnant, and when I heard,

I freaked out! I didn't...

I didn't mean to hurt her.

I didn't mean to hurt her. - I swear! - Okay.

I followed her to the bathroom

and told her to get rid of the baby.

The baby would have destroyed him, and he was mine!

My chance at a happy life!

- She's lying. - Admit it!

- Admit it, or I will kill you! - Okay, okay, okay.

I had sex with you and Kayla. Is that what you need to hear?

This is your fault.

Say it. Say it!

Oh! Okay! It was my fault! It's my fault, okay?

He admitted it.

Nadia...

he said it was his fault.

Okay, now, take it easy.

Just tell me what happened, all right? Let's end this.

[crying quietly]

We got in a fight and she fell.

And then...

and then there was so much blood.

There was so much blood.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay. Baez!

Hey, come here.

- Come here. - Wait a minute. What the hell?

Look, I-I'm the victim here.

Nadia was 16 when you started your affair.

She's a victim of statutory rape,

so you're both under arrest.

Then she lied!

She said she was 17!

Please...

Come on. Come on.

[tires screech]

BILL: I don't know.

I'll ask again. Where are they?

I told you, I haven't seen them.

Bill, you could trust him.

Anthony, you in on this, too?

They in the dog house?

Come with me.

[men grunting, panting]

[grunting]

No...

What is this, Anthony?

Only one of them could stop the fight here.

That's how it works.

[yelps, grunts]

You put your own kid at risk. Who the hell does that?

My godson.

What's it gonna take?

Huh? [grunts]

MARK: I'll stop!

I swear this time I mean it!

I don't believe you.

- How you gonna stop? - I'll go to rehab.

Oh!

[groans, grunts]

Where?!

Wherever you tell me!

For as long as you say!

[Mark sobbing]

Come on.

[continues sobbing]

[sighs]

You here all day?

Yes.

Your mom okay alone with the kids?

Brian asked us to come home.

Oh.

That's a good thing?

He said he needs to be needed,

and... he knows he needs to get help.

Did you send someone to talk to him?

No.

I did not send someone to talk to him.

[sighs]

Are we good?

We're good.

SEAN: My best one, I had my poli-sci teacher

come in dressed as Hillary Clinton.

What, like, in a pantsuit and pearls?

And a big blonde wig and lipstick.

She do that big laugh?

It's a he. Professor Pete Bartley.

And yes, he did,

and it was terrifying.

[laughter]

The best costume I've seen is molten lava

going as... this chili.

What is in this?

Yeah.

Beef, pork, kidney beans...

spices.

What spices?

Gunpowder.

Et tu Brute?

It's good, Gramps. Really good.

It's just...

it's challenging.

"Challenging." I like that.

Yeah.

I had a case outside a Wild West saloon

masquerading as a cop bar.

Any guesses?

Does the name O'Rourke's ring a bell?

Distantly.

HENRY: An oldie

but goodie.

- What about it? - Oh, so you know about it?

What cop doesn't?

Well, me, till the other day.

And Anthony was all, "You don't want to know."

So spill it.

Well, I'm not gonna spill the beans to you, Counselor.

Aiding and abetting?

Whose side are you on?

The law.

Hmm.

Yeah, well, look, back in the day,

things were pretty bad between the FDNY and the NYPD,

especially our emergency services unit.

[laughs]: Yeah. They'd both arrive on the scene

and then fight over jurisdiction.

[chuckling]: One night...

this FDNY battalion chief and a woman not his wife

decided to go skinny-dipping

in the East River-- well, ESU had to fish them out.

And this fair-minded cop-- no names--

decided to take him to O'Rourke's

and call the ladder company to come get their boss.

Thus saving the FDNY

the humiliation. FRANK: There you go.

- DANNY: - So, you see, it’s not

a Wild West saloon.

It's a place where the bravest and the finest

can help a brother in need

without the whole world knowing about it.

Boy, you guys can really romanticize things.

It's not romanticizing

when you're just telling it - like it is. - FRANK: I mean,

just because somebody somewhere decided

everybody has the right to know how every sausage is made

doesn't make it so.

Right, Pop?

Amen.

Well, I think I have the right to know what is in the chili.

[laughter] ERIN: Yeah.

♪

If you have a moment.

For you? Always.

Not for me.

Please.

I wish it hadn't come to this.

How did you know?

Oh, I'm the police commissioner. I know everything.

[exhales softly]

I came...

to say I'm sorry.

This is not your fault.

Thank you.

That is much appreciated.

You know, you got a year to change your mind.

I know that.

Please don't try to talk me out of it.

I did that once already.

So I won't.

Thank you.

But I would... like to ask a favor.

If I can.

That, uh, a year from today,

you get in touch with me.

If not to re-up, then...

just to catch up.

Yes, sir.

I will do that gladly.

[sighs]

Thanks for your service, Officer Witten.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck, Rachel.

You, too, Commissioner.