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She was picked up on
narcotics and and weapons possession

outside a nightclub
about 2:30 this morning.

She played your courtesy card

to the arresting officer on the scene.

She also mention

how someone I've never heard of
has my courtesy card?

Says she got it from her dad.

And that's why I'm here?

That's exactly why, boss.

Morning, Frankie.

Morning, Lenny.

You got a kid?

Yes. A good kid who made a bad choice.

Oh, we'll get to that.

Her mother was a waitress
at that Greek joint.

You remember, across from
the boardwalk in Coney Island.

Melina, with the little
rose tattooed on her wrist

and the big red heart on her...

Anyway, she's got
her mother's looks, thank God,

and when she decided
to move up here, I...

I lent her the courtesy card
just in case.

Just in case she got picked up
on narcotics and weapons charges?

She was holding the stuff for a friend.

Oh. Well, if you put it that way.

Frank, I swear, she's a good kid.

Said every father of every kid

who got in a jam, ever.

No courtesy card

skates a felony charge, ever.

Not even mine.

So what are you saying?

I...

I guess my next call
is to the D.A., but...

I can't promise anything.

- That's all you got?
- That's all I got right now,

as you know full well.

So put the violin away.

Let's get some breakfast.

Ms. Wright?

I'm Assistant District
Attorney Erin Reagan.

I know you've already
spoken to detectives,

but I have a few questions, okay?

Did you see your attacker?

Anything distinctive about

his voice, or physically,
like his skin color?

He was wearing, um, a mask.

I didn't see his face.

Stop it! Olivia! Sir...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I told you you can't go in there.

- I'm gonna have to cuff you.
- I just want to make sure

- you're okay. You're... Are you okay?
- Get out of here.

- Olivia?
- Come on, open the door.

Everything's gonna be okay,
all right? I'll be back.

What the hell was that about?

I just need to know if she's okay.

Who the hell is this?

This is John Spencer,

Olivia Wright's boyfriend.

- I-I just want to see my girlfriend.
- Well, the best thing

you can do for her is to calm down.

Help us find out who did this to her.

I explained we'd like him to come down

to the precinct with the detectives

to answer some questions.

What happened to your hand?

I, uh... I hurt it...

playing basketball.

- How?
- Don't answer

any questions.

The almighty Erin Reagan.

You called your lawyer.

Is my client under arrest?

- No, but we do have some questions.
- No questions.

And who the hell are you?

High-priced defense attorney for
guilty people with deep pockets.

Glad to see you're still living up

to your reputation of being a huge bitch.

Hey... watch.

Give me a call if you want
to talk to my client.

Let's go.

Bring it.

- Hey, boss.
- Hi.

What... honeymoon's over already?

Oh, we're not reporting
for duty yet, boss.

We-we wanted to get ahead of something.

Staying put in the 2-9.

Yes, sir. We know it's customary

to separate married officers.

But not an actual rule.

And Sergeant Reagan has been
getting a lot of traction.

And Officer Janko-Reagan is a real asset.

Janko-Reagan... kind of a mouthful.

We're just trying it out, sir.

Is this you, or is One PP in the loop?

No, sir. Just us. Looking for apartments,

so we need to know what precinct
or precincts we'll be working.

I can move Officer Janko-Reagan

to Sergeant McNichols' squad.

- Midnight?
- That's all I've got

unless we move someone else to nights

on account of your... your
last name includes "Reagan."

I wouldn't want that.

I'd hope not.

Call her.

She's a real estate agent.
She respects the job.

She's all you'll need.

Nights or new house?

Let me know ASAP.

Thank you, boss.

Thank you.

You gonna tell me what we're doing here?

You know Maggie, the, uh... the medium...

she said she wanted to meet here.

Uh-huh. She still talking to dead people?

Come on.

Well, I thought you
were the skeptical one.

And I thought you were the believer.

She said she had some information
about a case we're working.

- What do you want me to do?
- What case?

I don't know. She didn't say.

And you don't find that odd?

I find a lot of things about her odd,

but she helped before,
so maybe she'll help again.

Hi!

Hey, hey, hey. Hi!

Hey! Come on.

But... Ugh. Be careful.

Just come on.

Adam Miller, this is

Detective Reagan and Detective Baez.

You mind telling us what's going on here?

Well, Adam's daughter Emily...

uh, she disappeared last year.

We don't do missing persons.

Two weeks later, she was found murdered.

They found my baby
right here, Detectives.

Um, can we have a word in private?

Come on, Maggie.

- What the hell is going on here?
- What?

- It's not even our case.
- Yeah, but it could be.

We can't go running around playing
with people's emotions.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I am not playing with his emotions.

I want to help him.

And I went to the detective.

And, trust me, he is going
in the wrong direction.

I know this is a little
out of the ordinary. Uh...

Either of you have kids?

- Yeah.
- They found my daughter here

on this spot last July, and I'm no closer

to finding out what happened
or who killed her.

I just need someone to help me.

Really?

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Of course I checked it all out.

The paperwork was legit, the DNA matched.

And there were tons of, uh,
details and time lines that

she only could have gotten from Melina.

So you took her in.

Of course I took her in.
She's my daughter.

You, of all people, should know that.

Hey, I meant it as a compliment.

Oh. Sorry.

Anyway, I taught her
tarpon and bonefishing,

which she took to like
she was born to it.

Gave her a job at one of my restaurants.

She's got a pretty good work ethic.

I'm not interviewing her for a job here.

I know. I'm just... I'm just saying

that we all make mistakes.

This isn't her first
brush with the law, is it?

One of my managers found out that Carrie

had figured out a system
for skimming from the till.

- Hmm?
- He brought it to me

instead of the cops, of course.

Okay.

And I gave her a second chance.

- And a third and a fourth.
- Hey, hey.

You got to show 'em
that life doesn't come

with safety nets included.

About six months ago,

she told me she was
missing seasonal change

and wanted to come back
up north for a while.

Lenny, how come you never
told me you have a daughter?

I just figured it'd come
off as another screwup.

You really think that little of me?

No. No, Frank, just the opposite.

You raised four kids from
the day they were born

in your image, with your values.

Mine rolled up on me
one night in a taxicab,

already 21 and fully formed.

Did you put in a request
to run DNA in the Miller case

through every state's local database?

Well, all the DNA that was found

on Emily Miller's body didn't
match anyone in the system,

so I thought maybe something
will pop somewhere else.

So we're taking the case over?

We're not taking the case over.

We're... we're going
through the motions, see?

So that way, we can tell,
uh, Maggie and Mr. Miller

that we at least tried.

Are you kidding me?

Look, are you pissed off
at me about something?

Well, it would be nice to be consulted

when we take a case over that's
gonna piss off the entire squad,

not to mention
the detective assigned to it.

Yeah. Well...

I got good news and bad news.

Well, I hope the good news

is that John Spencer got a new lawyer.

Ah, she's all talk.

Sandra Colby hasn't
lost a case in two years.

- She's a very good lawyer.
- And so are you.

And I've never known you
to shy away from a good fight.

I'm not... but I am wondering

how much of what she said is true.

Which part?

Do I have a reputation for being a bitch?

Look,

I'm an in-your-face kind of guy.

I don't back down.

And-and I don't let go
of a case, uh, uh, until

I've worked out every angle,

no matter how many people I piss off,

and you know I piss
people off all day long.

Okay.

Does anyone call me a "bitch"?

No. They say, "This guy's
great. He's got balls."

So I guess the answer's "yes."

All right, so give me the good news.

First of all, this guy Spencer, uh...

he's been collared for assault
before, all on young women.

They all dropped the charges
before it went to trial.

I can't use prior acts of violence
against other women at trial.

I found video of Olivia
being thrown out of a car.

Terrific.

But the license plates aren't legible.

Make and model?

Yeah, they match Spencer's gray BMW,

but without the plates,
it won't be of any help to us.

Olivia doesn't know that.

And a roof deck

health club with SoulCycle
classes, 24-hour doormen

and... onsite parking.

Sergeant, what do you think?

I'm sure we could afford it if we
were in, say, Topeka, Kansas.

- No, that's not nec...
- Which we are not.

- Jamie.
- Guys, this unit

is $1,500 a month, but...

Which is ridiculously low.

As I explained, these are new buildings,

ground-floor opportunities.

Being as you two
are the exact kind of couple

that the developers are looking
to attract,

there are significant enticements

on the initial two-year lease.

Well, that makes sense.

Well, discounts 'cause we're cops, right?

It's a little more complicated
than just being cops.

Well, we're not just
any cops, we're the son

and daughter-in-law
of the police commissioner,

which means anywhere that we rent

automatically becomes
one of the safest buildings

on the safest blocks in the city.

A little friendly advice,

from a woman who has been married twice,

it's hard enough without looking
gift horses in their mouths.

I bet that's true.

But not for us.

But thank you.

Ah, okay.

I kept it exactly the way she left it.

- Okay.
- We'll take it from here.

So, y-you know she wasn't killed here.

We are aware of that fact, yes.

U-Um...

I've been seeing paintings.

Like a-a-an art studio

and she was killed near water,

a-a body of water.

We're in New York City,
we're surrounded by water.

You are aware of the fact that Mr. Miller

is a person of interest, right?

He didn't do it.

Great. We'll just take your word for it.

Do you think that it is easy

for me to connect with a kid

who has been violently murdered?

And-and then relay
those messages to her father?

Do you think that it is
easy to ask you for help?

I don't know what it's like
for you at all.

But I also know that I don't like

the direction this is heading right now.

You know what? I don't need your help.

I am so sorry to have bothered you.

Danny, DNA came back.

Great, do we got a match?

Not to a suspect,
but to two other victims.

One in Pennsylvania, one in New Jersey.

Plus, Emily Miller.

So the son of a bitch
murdered three little girls.

The arresting officer
amended his narrative

in the online booking report.

Said she was less than cooperative,

a lot of lip and attitude,

even before she played your card.

Why'd they amend?

Because I told him that PC
wanted a straight-up account

of what went done;
never mind the connections.

What else?

There was a hive of paparazzi

outside the club when it happened.

They got the arrest on tape and audio.

So some girl gets busted outside a
club, happens all the time.

Oh, not just some girl.

Lenny Ross's daughter.

And, as you well know, the press corps

has had it out for Lenny
since The New Yorker had

to pull that story 'cause
he fed 'em a load of crap.

So if the D.A. tamps down the charges,

it's gonna get covered.

And you're gonna get covered in guano.

Boss, if I may,
I know Lenny's an old pal...

Partner.

Right.

I'm just saying, at what point

are you no longer responsible
when he brings trouble?

I don't know, Sid.
You got some kind of graph

you can show me?

All we have on Carrie Ross

from when she was Carrie Manikas

from Nassau County and
Dade County, Florida.

Sid's right, Frank.

Where are you going with this
that isn't just more trouble?

That's unknowable, Slim.

There's only one thing for sure
when Lenny Ross shows up,

and that's that nothing is for sure.

He's not here.

Okay. Uh...

Do you remember
that I mentioned an art studio?

I believe that the killer is
luring his victims by using them

as subjects for paintings.

Okay. I'll pass that on.

Thank you.

You know, maybe you should
just leave him alone.

Excuse me?

He doesn't need you
disrupting his life anymore.

I'm not trying to disrupt his life.

Oh, no?

Getting him to take his ring off,

asking him for help on cases,

that's not disrupting his life?

I wanted to help him move on.

Maybe you need to back off.

I don't have any ulterior motives here,

other than giving a father some peace,

and catching a killer.

Why are you doing this? You're not a cop.

I had a daughter
that was murdered in college,

and it's taken me years
to learn to live again.

And the way that I did that,

was by giving back to others.

I know that you're just trying to protect

your partner,
but you certainly don't need

to protect him from me.

You said that you didn't see
your attacker?

That's right.

Do you know how many cameras
there are all around this city?

What does that have to do with me?

Let me show you.

Now, we both know whose car that is.

- I can explain.
- I'd love to know how a woman, eh,

could defend a guy who beats her up.

It's not that simple.

I have a ten-year-old daughter.

You know what I always tell her?

I tell her that the single
most important decision

she's ever gonna make

is who she decides
to spend her life with.

You want to spend your life
with this guy?

He's given me a nice lifestyle,

a beautiful apartment, a good job.

You know another thing
I always tell my daughter?

Never let anyone disrespect you.

What do you want from me?

You have the power to put this guy away

right here, right now, with the truth.

Don't let him get away with this again.

I sure do appreciate you taking
the time, Commissioner.

My dad does, too. I'm sure you know.

Well, Lenny and me,
we've been that way since,

well, since we were about your age.

Mm.

In each other's corners
come hell or high water.

So he's told me.

Ah. Something else I bet he's told you...

courtesy given gets courtesy in return.

Sure. Anything.

You name it.

The truth.

I am telling you the truth.

Okay.

If you don't mind,
I'm not done with that.

Oh, sure you are.

See, a lab can swab the DNA off of that

and get me the results tonight, so...

You have to ask yourself,

"How good's my bluff?"

'Cause I'm calling it.

I think I'd like a lawyer.

You could do that,

as you seem to already know.

But my courtesy...
can turn into something

I think you'd really rather avoid.

How's this?

Your mom told you about her and Lenny,

so you looked Lenny up,

found out he was
a successful businessman,

no kids, nice Florida lifestyle,

and you went,

"I should catch that wave."

How am I doing?

Mm.

That's not your DNA.

I've got a half sister.

I got it off of her.

Your half sister's father is Lenny?

My mom told me the whole story.

Told me to look after her
after she was gone.

I got the DNA off of her.

Look, and this is the truth:

You think I'm trouble?

Oh, I'm nothing compared to her.

She's damaged goods.

Hell on wheels.

I mean, you could say

I even did you all a favor.

Nice office... for a city employee.

There's no reason for there
to be any animosity between us.

I have no animosity; in fact,
I come bearing an offer.

Aggravated harassment
in the first degree.

Is that a joke?

Assault, first degree.

How about... reckless endangerment?

Assault two, final offer.

Uh, he could get up to seven years,

and you don't have a case, so no.

How can you defend a guy
who preys on women like this?

Olivia Wright is a gold digger.

Doesn't give him the right to abuse her.

No. And it doesn't give
you the right to arrest him

in the middle of the day
at his place of work.

You did that on purpose

to intimidate and humiliate him.

Your client beats up women.

He's quite comfortable with
intimidation and humiliation.

I'm not some inexperienced
legal aid attorney.

Olivia will be testifying against him.

Well, we'll see how that plays
with the jury.

Great. Then I guess we're done.

Mm-hmm.

Marriage is about compromise, okay?

And compromise is, by its
very nature, transactional.

You give something, you get something.

So... I'm gonna work midnights.

And you are gonna quit

looking the gift horse in the mouth.

That's not what I'm doing.

Oh, my God.

Our C.O. referred her to us.

You think he doesn't know
what services she provides?

I'm sure he does,
b-but what if it's a test?

- A test for what?
- Integrity.

To see if these two are going
around with their hands out.

No.

Okay, not a test.

But a way to have a drop on the son

and daughter-in-law of the PC

in case he ever needs it.

Wow, are you cynical all of a sudden.

I could say, "Wow, are you
gullible," but I won't.

You just did.

Hey.

So we're looking for any type
of common denominator...

a school, a club,

a teacher, a friend. Anything.

I got a HoopKing19.

Nope. Not here.

What about TeddyBear85? You get that one?

Yep. Back in October 2017,
he messaged Alexandra

a week before she was killed.

And I've got him
on Emily's Instagram, too,

about three weeks before she was killed.

Can we trace who he is?

Looks like he routed the messages

through an anonymous
text message service.

Can we get into it?

Not without getting a subpoena.

I'll try hacking it now,
but it may take some time.

Well, does he have a profile, at least?

He's listed as an artist.

No photo.

Wait a minute.

He just DM'd another girl
about an hour ago.

- Who?
- Amanda Wallace.

Sheepshead Bay. God, she looks about 16.

Is he asking her to meet?

He asked her to meet him at the entrance

to the Third Street Playground.

Third...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

That's Prospect Park. What time?

3:15.

That's in 20 minutes.

Let's go.

- Danny, is-is that her?
- I see.

Amanda?

Hey.

Hold it!

Hey!

Police. Watch out. Move.

Hey!

Amanda. Stop. Stop.

Stop. Okay.

It's okay. We're the police.
We're here to help.

- Oh, my God.
- Amanda,

did you meet a man earlier in the park?

A TeddyBear85?

Yes, yes, yes. He was over there.

I just... I started running towards him,

and that's when this woman...
she jumped in between us.

And then she told me to run.
She said my life was in danger.

- Please...
- Okay.

- Don't tell my parents.
- What-what lady?

What lady? What'd she look like?

Um, she was my height, maybe. Um...

light brown hair.
She was pretty. In her 40s.

Okay, where's this lady now?

I don't know, okay?

He got mad, and-and that's
when she told me to run.

I...

Maggie.

Yeah.

Maggie.

Or...

maybe I could get her immunity

in exchange for keeping the secret.

Why?

Second chance to turn her life around.

A chance to own what a blessing it is

to have Lenny Ross have your back,

have him as your father.

So let Lenny go on thinking
that she's his daughter?

There'd be mercy in that.

That's not mercy that's yours to give.

Lenny loves her, Pop.

Sees himself in her, as fathers do.

Why take that away from him?

You can't take something away
that wasn't real

- in the first place.
- It's real to him.

He thinks he has a daughter.

Apparently, he does.

Just not this grifter.

You know, I'm practically quoting Carrie

when she said to me, "You think I'm bad?

You should see her."

Says the grifter.

Consider the source.

Pop, I don't know what to do.

Mm.

You know, when I asked Lenny

why he never told me he had a daughter,

you know what he said to me?

Basically, he said I wouldn't understand

'cause we have a model family.

Well, hardly that.

Again, it's what he thinks,

not what's real.

Invite him to dinner Sunday.

Maybe you and I can press
a few hot buttons.

Get Danny all riled up.

Get Erin and Nicky
clutching their pearls.

And we've decided
to take you up on your offer

for both of us to stay in the 2-9.

With me working midnights.

So, thank you.

Glad to hear it.

How's the house-hunting going?

Eileen is great, boss.

She showed us some fantastic places.

But we're just not comfortable
taking that kind of discount,

on account of being cops named Reagan.

And Janko-Reagan.

Yeah.

I kind of gathered that.

Can I ask you a question?
All due respect,

was this some kind of a test?

Not exactly.

Mostly confirmation that you two

take the high road.

Not because you have to but because

that's the way you're built.

I have an offer for you.

My mother lived in
a big two-bedroom just outside

the precinct border. Rent-controlled.

$1,150 a month.

I actually hold the lease,

and she just relocated to Florida.

It's yours if you want it.

- Yeah.
- Uh, yeah.

That-that sounds great, boss. Thank you.

I have to warn you,

it's not like those hip places
you've been looking at.

Mostly a bunch of old ladies.

Overly cautious, at that.

Oh.

You'll fit right in.

Thank you so much.

Dad, you're gonna break the plate.

Oh, my goodness.

- Yay.
- This is harder than it looks.

No, it's not. It's like this.

Look, you got to get purchase
on the widest part. Okay?

- Okay.
- Apply steady pressure.

And... voilà.

Wow.

- There you go!
- See?

How come only the claws?

What do they do with the rest
of the little guys?

They go back in the water.

Like amputees?

Oh, no, no. The-the claws grow back.

A lot of fishermen only take one claw,

so the crab can defend itself
against predators

while the other one's growing back.

Kind of like cops these days.

And how is that, Pop?

Well, one hand tied
behind their back because

of the lawyers and the activist judges.

You ask me...

Which nobody did, by the way.

He's absolutely right.

Even got us wearing nanny cams now.

A body cam is not a nanny cam.

Same difference.

Uh, no. The nanny doesn't
know she's being recorded,

and the cop does. He's fully aware

that he's responsible and
accountable for all his actions.

She has a point, Dad.

No, she doesn't have
a point, college boy.

She's trying to make a rationalization

for the bad guys have it
easier to do their jobs

than the cops have it easier to do ours.

Any good cop has
all the latitude he needs

to do his job well.

Every cop is a good cop in my book.

Well, then you are missing
a few chapters in that book.

- Then you must be missing
- Why don't both of you guys

- some brains in that head of yours.
- calm down? It's Sunday dinner.

Hey! That's my job.

You better get to it then.

Yeah. Set her straight.

W... Excuse me?

What do you think, Lenny?

Oh, I think Danny's
on the right side of this.

Thank you.

- There you go.
- I think that the safety net

for the bad guys has gotten much
stronger, while the cops are...

No, it's just civil rights
has finally begun to catch up

- to the absolute authority of the police.
- While cops keep seeing

their tool belts stripped and
their standing diminished.

Absolutely correct.

Wait, wait, wait...

Exactly right.

Hold on! Hold on!

What?

You're comparing one-armed
stone crabs to modern policing.

That's kind of a leap,
even for you, isn't it?

What?

And you just picked
it up and ran with it,

like Jason Taylor from Miami.

And I think, somehow, Lenny,
this was all for your benefit.

For some reason, these two wanted
you to see a family squabble

with your dinner.

I don't know why.

I think I do.

Nice try.

Thank you, Frankie.

What are friends for?

That's him.

And there's Maggie.

Come on. Show your face,
you son of a bitch.

Okay, stop right there
and try to zoom in on the plate.

Zebra-1472.

Run it.

Comes back to a trucking company.

Big Hal's Moving Company,
out of Long Island.

A moving company?

Well, that would explain the
murders in Jersey and Pennsylvania.

Who pays your rent, Ms. Wright?

Objection. Relevance.

I'm just trying to establish the nature

of the relationship between
Ms. Wright and Mr. Spencer.

Overruled.

I'll allow it.

John Spencer does.

And how much does he pay?

$8,000 a month.

Wow.

Hefty.

That's a nice bag.

Was that also a gift
from Mr. Spencer, too?

Objection. Badgering the witness.

I'm sorry.

I will withdraw.

Ms. Wright,

did Mr. Spencer ever hit you?

No.

Your Honor, I'd like a recess.

Denied.

Continue.

So you just said

that Mr. Spencer

did not hit you.

So then why would you tell
A.D.A. Reagan that he did?

She pressured me.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry, but...

I lied.

No more questions.

Raymond Klinger, 42 years old.

Been a driver for the company
for four years.

Ah, right around the time
the murders started.

Raymond? Mr. Klinger?!

Clear.

Danny.

Police!
Get your hands where I can see 'em.

Put 'em on the steering wheel,
throw the keys out the window,

and then slowly step out of the vehicle!

Come on! Get your hands
where I can see 'em!

Now!

Danny.

Stay back.

Stay back.

Okay.

Take it easy. We just want to talk

and ask you some questions, all right?

I know what you want to talk about.

Where's Maggie?

Did you kill Maggie?

Maybe, maybe not.

What did you do with Maggie Gibson?

I'll never tell.

Don't do it. No!

Danny, get back!

Maggie! Maggie!

Maggie!

Maggie! Maggie!

Maggie! Maggie!

Come on, Maggie.

Come on!

Come on.

Hey, where are you?

I'm a couple blocks away.
Wait for me outside.

Too late.

Why are you in such a-a rush

to talk to this woman, anyway?

Get away from me!

- Anthony, her door is open.
- Erin!

Do not go in there!

Do not.

- Call 911.
- Get away from me!

Ah, damn it, Erin!

- Get out! Get out right now! Get out.
- Huh?

- Get out of my house!
- Gonna stab me with a knife?

- Yes! Yes!
- Yeah?

Get out of my house!

What are you gonna do? Kill me?

- Stay away from me! Get out!
- Hey, John! John!

John! Step back!

Step back now! Step back.

Step away from her. Olivia,

put that knife down.
I already called 911.

The cops are on their way. Now back off!

- Get out of my house.
- Step back.

Put the knife down, Olivia.

- He tried to kill me.
- Okay.

- He tried to kill me!
- All right.

Put the knife down!

John! John, don't!

Oh, God!

Erin, I'm here. I'm here.

I got him. I got him.

I got him. Turn over.

Turn over!

Turn over. Shut up!

Okay? Stay with me here.

You're gonna be okay.

Too bad you're not a better shot.

I can't be speaking to you.
You know that.

He's not a client anymore.

His true colors emerged

even before the incident tonight.

So, if you need representation...

I'll pass.

I hope there's no hard feelings.

I'm glad you're okay.

I like having a formidable
opponent in the courtroom.

What does she want?

Absolution, I think.

Well, Spencer's stable.
He was arraigned bedside

for attempted murder.

Olivia just got her surgery.

- Prognosis is good.
- Great.

Thank you, Anthony.

You shouldn't have went in there alone.

But for the record,

I admire your chutzpah, okay?

I'm not sure you're supposed
to be checking out my chutzpah.

So, doc says you're gonna be okay.

Thanks to you.

Mm. Thanks to you, a little
girl's life was saved.

I'm just glad
that he can't hurt anybody else

and that Mr. Miller
can finally have some closure.

I also, uh, wanted to say sorry.

You know, for giving you a hard time.

I'm trying to stay open to what
you see and hear. It's just...

My gift... or my curse,

depending on how you look at it...

it tends to alienate people,

so I'm kind of used to it.

If you need a ride, I'd be happy to wait

and, uh, drive you home.

You ready to go?

Yeah.

You know what?

I will catch up with you another time.

Good idea.

Bye.

Since when do you use
Edgecombe for central booking?

They don't.

So, you pulled work release for Carrie?

Carrie's not your daughter.

Look...

Lenny...

It's complicated.

Carrie copped some DNA

off her half sister.

So...

So?

She's your daughter.

Oh.

And she's here.

Oh.

Other side of that door.

You want to meet her?

You don't have to.

What's she in for?

Seriously?

I'm processing a lot
right now, okay, Frank?

Grand larceny auto.

She know I'm coming?

She doesn't know anything.

She alone in there?

No, it's a common room.

Well, how am I gonna know which one?

You're a cop. You'll figure it out.

Hey.

Hi.

I, uh...

I knew your mother,
Melina, back in the day.

I'm sorry for your loss.

What do you mean, "knew her"?

Well...

We were close for a while.

But then she decided she
didn't want to be with a cop.

You're a cop?

I was, yeah.

Like, you knew her knew her?

Yes.

As in...?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Sit down, will you?

Thanks.

Just had fresh paint,
so I left the windows open for you.

Thank you.

In here's the compactor chute
and recyclables bins.

- And... here we are.
- Got it.

Wow, it's nice.

Made you two sets.

- Thank you.
- Whoa, whoa. Oh, wait a second.

- Wait a second.
- Now what?

I'll tell you now what.

Now we stop jabbing each other,

and we start counting our blessings.

Old tradition?

Groom carries his bride across
the threshold of their new home,

- and it brings good luck.
- Mm.

- You mind taking a picture?
- Not at all.

Thank you.

So, are you ready, Mrs. Janko-Reagan?

You know what? How about...

Officer Janko at work

and just Mrs. Reagan at home?

That sounds good to me.