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(siren blaring)

(crowd chatter)

First on the scene?
Yup.

What we got?

Victim's coming out
of the synagogue here.

Some guy on a motorcycle
rode on the sidewalk,

shot him in the head
and rode off.

CSU and MLI
just arrived.

Witnesses?
One. The man
sitting on the steps.

He's the rabbi.

Son of a gun.

(garbled radio transmission)

Cover him up, okay?
Sure thing.

I think I recognize this guy.

(siren blaring)

Rabbi?
Yes.

Detective Reagan and Baez.

You mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Sorry. You know...

He was my good friend.

Herman Kleiner?

Judge Herman
Kleiner, you know?

Judge Kleiner
from the Bronx, yeah.
That's right.

We had our weekly meeting.

He's, uh, a member of
the executive committee.

We'd come out for
our, uh, walk.

Traditionally, we take
a small cigar together

after the meeting.

You happen to get a look
at the shooter?

No. All happened so fast,
and he was wearing a helmet

with a... you know,
a mask, a-a-a...

A visor?

BAEZ:
What makes you say

it was a he?

He spoke.

What did he say?

He-he was idling by the curb

and he called out
"Herman Irving Kleiner."

And, uh, we looked over,
and he came at us.

That's all he said?

He just yelled out
the judge's name, nothing else?

His full name, almost
the way that, uh,

the parent addresses
the unruly child.

(phone ringing)
Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

This is my wife.

That's all right.
Take it outside the tape, okay?

What do you think?

Judge Kleiner's got
a longstanding reputation

as the toughest hanging judge
in all of the Bronx.

"Long Term Herm"
they call him.

So you're thinking

someone got out of prison
looking for revenge?

I think if somebody wanted
their revenge on the judge,

they got it.

Let's get to work.

What, if anything, did you find
inside the canister?

I recovered
a .38 caliber revolver

from inside the canister.

Can you tell us

the ballistics report
on that gun?

They match the bullets found

in the skull of the victim,
Thomas Dunne.

ERIN:
And what did you do
with that gun?

I vouchered it
with the property clerk.
Can you

walk us through
the vouchering process?

Uh, procedure is,

I safeguard the weapon,
bring it back to my command,

obtain a voucher,
and using a scribe,

scratch my initials
on the frame.

Detective,

is this the gun that you found

inside the sugar canister

in Mr. Martin's apartment?

No, I don't believe it is.

Are you sure?

Yes, ma'am.

I don't see my initials.

This is not the gun I vouchered.

(gallery murmuring)

(sighs)

(knocking)
Sir?

Punch me out, Baker.
You, too.

DCPI Moore and Special Assistant
Gormley asked me to keep you.

For?

They're on their way up
from the second floor.

Sorry to keep you.

Am I gonna be sorry you did?

Uh, Sid?

Sergeant.

About a half hour ago,

one Joshua Greenwald,

a prominent Manhattan attorney,
was shot

by an assailant
riding a motorcycle

outside a restaurant
on the Lower East Side.

He was DOA at the scene.

Witnesses?

Three of his colleagues
from the office.

And they also heard
the assailant

call out the victim
by his full name?

Two nights, two hits,
both victims Jewish.

Both shot by a guy
on a motorcycle.

Baker, call Shanghai Luck
and order us all some dinner.

Okay, watch your step.

We're back here
again Sunday night

from, from 6:00 to 9:00,

so, uh, check back with me.

Thank you so much.

De nada.

You feel better.

Thank you.

Hello?

We're open for ten more minutes
if you want to...

Estamos

abiertos durante diez

minutos mas...

(screams)
Keep your mouth shut
and give me your money!

Give me the money now!

Oh, God. You know what?

Give me your money now!
I have $20!

That's all I got! Just take it,
I swear, please, please...

Okay.

(grunting)
Okay.

The wedding ring!
Take off your wedding ring!

Give me the wedding ring now!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

MAN: Nurse?
Call 911!

Are you okay?
(mumbling)

Mr. Bendix?

I'm Leon Bendix.

You're the detectives?

Reagan and Baez.

You were Judge Kleiner's clerk.

For nearly 22 years.

You heard about
the second murder?

The lawyer, Joshua Greenwald.

Yeah, I read about that.

This Joshua Greenwald,
did he ever argue...?

I checked-- he never argued
before Judge Kleiner.

You're sure?
I'm positive.

Judge Kleiner, he had a
very, uh, tough reputation.

Yeah, he was tough.

But never
on the first-time offenders.

The frequent flyers?

He didn't have
patience for that.

Can you think of anyone

the judge put away
who might have...?

I figured somebody
would ask me that.

These are the court files on the
people that I remember thinking,

when they get out, Judge Kleiner
wouldn't want to bump into them.

Any of them ever threaten
the judge directly?

Hell, yeah.

Yeah, they said it all.

"I'll shoot you."
"I'll beat your kids."

"Burn your house down
with you in it."

All of that.

It's all in the files.

All right. We'll take a look.

(knocking)

Come in, Olivia.

Personnel folder
on Detective Hardy.

Thanks.

You get your LSAT
results back yet?

Uh, Friday.

I remember that feeling.

Here you are under the gun,

and you're asking me
about my LSATs?

"Under the gun"--
no pun intended?

(laughs)
And making jokes.

Good lawyer can do
three things at once.

Can you let in Detective
McBride, please?

Detective?

(door closes)

You got anything?

Just a voucher for the gun.

Stamped at 13:43
the day before the trial

when Hardy retrieved it
from the property clerk.

He's pictured with his I.D.

Well, that's what he told me.

Yeah.

So, either someone got to Hardy

and he switched out the guns
before he gave it to me,

or someone from this office
went into the safe

after I locked it in there

and switched out those guns.

How many people have access?

A handful of ADAs.

I mean, you need to swipe
to get in that room.

You need to know the
combination to the safe.

It doesn't make sense.

None of this makes any sense.

I'll get a hold of the swipe
records from the safe room.

Here's a subpoena for
Hardy's financial records.

I want to run him
through FinCEN,

see if he's having
any money trouble.

You think...?

I think I don't know
who the hell did this,

and everyone is in play.

Got it.

Alex?

Yeah?

That missing gun?

Ballistics match
the three bullets

recovered from
the victim's head.

We have that gun,
we have a case.

No gun, no case.

Judge gave us until Monday
morning at 9:00 a.m.

Copy that, Ms. Reagan.

(door opens)

When you and Donald Stein
part after meeting,

who kisses whose ring?

Neither. It is a bear hug

and a "my best to your family."

I wonder what that
much money feels like.

Today I guess it feels
like a ride up

to the 14th floor
in my private elevator.

(elevator dings)
Don.

Frank. Thanks for seeing me.

You remember my DCPI...

Garrett, of course.
Good to see you.

And, uh, thanks
for making him available.

My pleasure, Mr. Stein.

Please, Mr. Stein's my father.

How many times have
you had to say that?

Countless millions.

(laughs)

Uh, where can we talk?

In my office.

I'm very concerned.

As am I.

I'm not hearing "hate crime"
from this building.

Do you want to?

I want it acknowledged
that prominent Jews

are the targets
of an assassin.

One who is still
at large in our city.

From where I sit?

Please, go ahead.

Two men were murdered

in cold blood by a perp

who fits eyewitness
descriptions

at both scenes.

I have no physical evidence,

no chatter on the wires,

no anti-Semitic groups
claiming responsibility.

So, you're painting it
as coincidence?

Well, I could call it a
hate crime in that the perp

clearly had hatred
for his victims.

He did, after all, murder them.

Frank...
But

in this minute,

I have no evidence

that they were killed because

of their faith or ethnicity.

Why do you think he states
their full names before he acts?

I don't know.

And that fact wasn't
released to the press.

I didn't learn it
from the press.

Don?

I'm sure you have ways
of gaining information

that I have no idea you had.

But you're going
to have to be clear

about what you're
looking for from me

here in this minute.

I think you should put special
details at our synagogues.

All of them.

To what end?

To send a signal that the NYPD
takes this threat seriously.

I don't think
using our resources

to guard real estate sends
an effective signal.

You don't?

Not at this time.

And that signal is
loud and clear

if you know what to look for.

Namely, all the best detectives
I have, all over this thing,

all their days and nights.

Thanks for
your time, Frank.

My best
to your family.

And mine to yours.

Hey.

Hey.

Long time no see.

You work late
last night?

Yeah.

I'm grabbing a beer.

Danny?

Yeah.

Want one?

Danny, I...

I got mugged last night.

And they...
they took my silver chain.

You know,
my grandma's silver chain.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Why the hell didn't
you call me?

I don't know.

I'm so sorry.

You all right?

Uh, yeah, I'm just a
little shook up, you know?

Who did it?

Some kid, he
showed a knife.

A knife.

Okay, well,
did you report it?

Yeah.

(sighs)
Okay.

So, w-what happened?

You were coming out
of the hospital? What?

I was at the
Jefferson Houses.

W-W-Wha...?

What the hell were you doing
at the Jefferson Houses?

Okay, calm down.
I am calm.

What were you doing
at the Jefferson Houses?

I-I take a shift
there once a week

with the mobile
hospital unit.

So, I was coming
out of the trailer,

and some punk
pulls a knife.

Mm-hmm.

Do they provide security
for you when you do this?
No, come on.

Well, then that's
the end of that.

Danny, I like
doing it.

Well, I like smoking.

But I quit 'cause
it's bad for me.

Oh, so we're just...

we're making
jokes now, huh?

Is that right?
I'm not making jokes.

But you're the one making jokes
if you think

I'm gonna let you go back
to the Jefferson Houses

without security.

You're not going back.

No, Danny.

You know, this is about me
making a difference here.

Where do you get off
chastising me

for sticking
my neck out,

trying to help people?

That's what you
do every day.

Yeah, I help people
every day.

And I carry a gun
when I do it.

Well, so what, you're
just gonna forbid me?

Oh, come on, what are you
talking about, "forbid you"?

I let you work
at the hospital, don't I?

You "let me"?!

I didn't mean it
like that.

Okay? It came
out wrong.

All I'm saying is

that you do not have
to take that risk going there.

That's not for
you to say.

Come on.
That's... Don't.
(cell phone rings)

Go ahead.

(sighs)

Reagan.

There's been another murder.

Sutton Place.

A Dr. Feinberg
walking his dog alone.

Doorman heard a couple of pops

and saw a guy on a motorcycle
run a red light.

Who's on the scene?

Detectives from the 18th squad.

They'll brief us when
they're done up there.

Have a good night.

Fat chance of that.

I'm going to bed.

We don't go to bed angry
in this house, Linda.

Tonight we do.

Linda...

Linda.

(knocking on window)

Come in!

Anything?

Not on Hardy.

Looked at his credit,
his personnel records,

talked to IAB,
nothing.

If he's a dirty cop,
then I'm Miley Cyrus.

Point me somewhere.

I wish I could.

I got the swipe records
from the safe room.

You were the only one that
swiped in there that morning.

You swiped in twice.

Twice?

No.

Yeah.

No, I was in there once.

You're sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I went in there
for the evidence bags--

three of them,
including the gun.

Then that means somebody
took your card.

Where do you keep it?

I usually keep it
in my bag or on my desk.

Who could know that?

Just about anyone
out there on the floor.

People are in and out
of here all day long.

Somebody have it in for you?

I can't believe someone I
work with despises me enough

to blow up a case of
a truly vicious killer

just to get at me.

Am I really
that naive?

That's not exactly what I meant.

You a sneaky bastard?

That a trick question?

No, I need to know.

It's a tool
on my belt.

I want you to get a
rumor out on the floor,

one that's gonna go
viral in a second,

that we were able to get DNA
samples off the evidence bags,

and we're gonna swab everyone
first thing in the morning.

Then we'll find out who
doesn't show up for work.

Uh-huh.

We've got until
Monday morning.

Too many people
to do this retail.

That is a good point.

Obviously, this did
not come from me.

(chuckles)

BAEZ:
A judge, a lawyer, and a doctor.

All male, all Jewish.

All appear to be
upstanding citizens.

And all gunned down by a lone
gunman riding a motorcycle.

What else do they have
in common?

What's with the phone?

Nothing.
Something.

All right, I'm in a little bit
of a fight with the wife.

Oh.

She got robbed.

Portable hospital
in front of the projects.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

And you...?

I was a little overprotective.

How bad?

Bad.

Okay, I think I
got everything.

Let's have a look.

Okay, you did
everything right.

Here's an info sheet
that you should study well.

Got it.
Now all you got to do
is get fingerprinted,

and you'll get a notification
in about three months.

Three months?
Yeah, we got to wait
for the prints to come back.

Well, isn't there
a way to expedite?

Not really.

Hey, uh...

will this help?

This is the commissioner's
courtesy card.

Where did you
get this?

This is my
extended family.

Last summer in Quogue.

What a great
day that was.

How about 3:00
this afternoon, Mrs. Reagan?

3:00 would be perfect.

Thank you.

Reagan, Baez.

You guys got
a strange break.

What are you
talking about?

I fielded
an anonymous phone tip

that a white supremacist group
called, uh, Volks Vanguard

is taking credit
for the killing.

Location?

Cyberspace, so far.

Well, what's the break?

The guy who says he's their
supreme commander or something

came in 20 minutes ago,

wants to speak with
the investigating detectives.

Where is he?
In the box.

All right, thanks.

Detective Reagan.

My partner is
Detective Baez.

You wanted to
talk to us?

I do, yeah.

Okay, well, let's
start with this.

Who the hell are you?

Calvin Benton,

I'm head of the New York
Ausschuss of Volks Vanguard.

What's that?

The People's Front.

Oh.

People's Front.

Someone's out there
on the Internet posing

as being from my organization,
claiming responsibility

for those three murders,
of the Jews.

Well, that's funny.

'Cause somebody
just called us,

giving us an anonymous
tip of the same thing.

You want to tell
us about that?

Nothing to tell you.

Wasn't us.

Maybe someone
from your group acted alone.

Couldn't happen.

Says you.

Yes.

DANNY: Well, isn't
wanting to eliminate

the entire Jewish
population

part of your proud
and illustrious legacy?

That's last-century thinking.

We just want strong borders.

And think--

why would we take credit
for something that would put us

in prison with the same animals
we want fenced off?

BAEZ: We're gonna get
a search warrant

for your phone and computers.

No, you're not.

Who the hell's
gonna stop us?

It'd be a waste of time
and taxpayer dollars.

I'll give you
unlimited access.

I just want to
clear my good name

and the good name
of my Ausschuss.

I'll have TARU meet us.

All right.

Let's take a ride.

This is the one.

Excellent choice.

How will you be paying?

We'll set you up
with these to start.

JAMIE:
Hey, Skip.

Three boxes full metal
jacket, nine millimeter.

Hey, Jamie,
be right with you.

Linda?

Hey, Jamie.
How are you?
What's up?

Danny's got you picking up
his office supplies now?

Yeah, kind of.

All set, ma'am.
Thank you.

Uh, Jamie, listen.

Don't say anything
to Danny, okay?

You know, it's
kind of a surprise.

What's the surprise?

Let's just leave
it at that.

I'll see you
on Sunday?

FRANK: I've increased
patrols at synagogues,

despite the fact that only one
was a crime scene.

I have formed
the task force of detectives

working with our major
case squad.

And we appreciate that.

Just so I understand clearly,

you are taking out
a full-page ad

in the Times,
signed by all of you,

explaining why you are hiring
500 private security personnel

to be stationed
around Manhattan.

With respect.

To who?

To you and the NYPD.

And how are you going
to show that?

In the wording.

No, actions speak
louder than words.

And the action here sends
a loud vote of no confidence

in me and my department.

I wish you wouldn't
take it that way.

We would also stress
in the statement

that we will continue
to fully support

the NYPD Police Foundation

with our pledged funding.

Well, that would read as,

"We are going to continue
to tip generously

despite the bad service."
Not at all.

Pretty much,
to anyone paying attention.

WOMAN:
Frank,

you seem to want to make this
us versus you.

It's not.

It's us versus a very real
threat out there.

Three of our people are dead.

Naomi...

I consider them my people, too.

I am responsible to every
citizen in this city.

Now we're splitting hairs.

Not at all.

You,

the people around
this table,

you have
a right

to be alarmed and concerned.

But this siege mentality,

unsupported by facts...

Three dead is a fact.

In my world,
it's sometimes a daily fact.

Twice, on a bad weekend.

Frank, please...

Well, look...

I appreciate you all

giving me a heads up.

I can't sway you
from your course...

But I am the smartest person
in this room

in one way only:

threat assessment.

And if you're not
going to listen to me,

I won't waste any more
of your time.

Or mine.

Don't.
What?

The takeaway
or the optics

or whatever your
current word is.

Well, I don't know
about the takeaway,

but the optics
are clear as day.

Black eyes
all around.

(knocks)

All present and accounted for?

All but one.

Your trial prep assistant,
Olivia Gordon.

What?

She ever come in late?

No, never.

I mean... never.

She's always early.

She's a smart kid.

I'm-I'm writing her

a law school
recommendation letter.

I can't believe it's her.

Why did she do it?

What does she gain?

I don't know.

Let's go find out.

Olivia!
It's Erin Reagan!

Open up!

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?

Like that means
something?

They made me.

Who made
you what?

Winslow and his crew.

They made me
switch out the gun.

Tell us what
happened.

My brother used to run
with Winslow Martin.

Wh...

They came to me
when they found out

I worked at the D.A.'s office.

They told me to get the gun.

I said no,

I couldn't.

And then, for a reply,
they sent me this.

Olivia, baby.

You gotta do this.

You gotta get that gun.

(sniffling)

They're gonna kill me,
baby sister.

You know they will.

Help, Olivia.

And they would, so I did it.

I did it.

Why didn't you come to me?

Ms. Reagan, I was afraid.

What could I do?

Where's the gun?

They came and got it.
Who?

Ronnie and Tremaine,
Winslow's boys.

And your brother?

They are
holding him

until Winslow walks.

Okay, well, that's
not going to happen.

'Cause you're going to come
down and tell the judge

everything you just
told me. Come on.

Do you have your cuffs?

Yeah, I got my...

Then put 'em on
and take me down.

What are you doing?

You really think that I'm going
to send my brother to his grave?

Olivia, please...

I have a right to a lawyer.

I know that.

Cuff her.

Step out, please.

You have the right
to remain silent...

I know the law!

McBRIDE:
Anything you say

can and will be
used against you...

Where'd Danny
and Linda go?

Linda read about some pies
at a farmers market

that's only open
on Sunday, so...

I ran into her the other day
at Randy's.

I was picking up some rounds
to go out to the range.

Linda was buying a gun.

For Danny?

I don't think so.

She took out a permit.

What, you knew?

Well, after the fact.

She used her
commissioner courtesy card

to expedite the paperwork,

and the C.O. of the license
division gave me a heads up.

Does Danny know?

FRANK:
Don't know.

She asked me not to tell him.

Then don't.

She wasn't kissing another man
in the gun store.

She wasn't shoplifting a weapon
in the gun store.

She was buying a gun,

legally, in the gun store.

Nobody's business but her own

and whoever she chooses
to share it with.

All right. Danny finds out
I knew and didn't tell him,

I'm sending him after you.

Well, if you ask me,
who cares if they want

to put on a few extra
security guards?

Not a few.
500.

Are they paying for 'em?

That's not the point.

Then it's nobody's business
if they do.

FRANK:
The Tim ad
sends a message

that they had
to pick up my slack.

It doesn't say that, Dad.

For all intents
and purposes, it does.

When did you get such
a thin skin, Francis?

DANNY:
Yeah, I gotta side
with Gramps on this one.

People got a right
to protect themselves

however
they see fit.

So long as it's
within the law,

whatever helps them
sleep at night, right?

Mmm.

Yeah, I'm with Danny
on this one.

Are you now?

Yeah.

Jamie, Nicky?

I think people
got a right.

I mean, isn't it like
the right to bear arms?

No.

Uh, yeah, kind of.

Yeah, in that you
also have the right

to pick a peashooter
or a cannon?

Exactly.

I flew El Al once,

to a chiefs
conference in Israel.

This was in
the early '80s.

We all thought that
their security was ridiculous,

way over the top.

20 years later,

anyone who ever flew El Al

wishes that all airlines
were like El Al.

This isn't that.

I'm not saying it is.

I got eight people at this table

who depend largely
on the NYPD

for every roof, meal
and pair of shoes they ever had,

and I can't get
one of you to recognize

that this is an insult
to that institution?

I'll be with you
if you want.

Me, too.
FRANK:
Well,

thank you, boys.

I hate to say it
and I can't believe I am,

but you're thinking
like a politician here.

I would never do that.

You're looking at it
one way only,

namely, how it reflects on you.

Okay.

We've only been looking
at this one way,

that it's connected to a case
that Kleiner presided over.

But what if
it isn't?

But we've already gone over
all the trial records,

over and over.

The trial records,
but not the civil cases

where he testified
as an expert witness.

Leon...
Detectives.

How many transcripts
we looking at?

Dozens.
Great.

Judge Kleiner served on
the board of three hospitals

as an expert in medical
malpractice cases.

His parents were both doctors.

It was a legacy
close to his heart.

Right. So what we're looking for
is a single case

where all three victims put
their left hand on the Bible,

put their right
hand up in the air,

stated
their name

and testified under oath.

So let's get started.

Mmm.

ERIN:
The police are
doing a big push

to locate your brother.

I hope they find him.

But what I'm asking of you

does not hinge on their success.

It sure does.

You and your brother
got yourselves into this mess.

I am offering you
your only way out.

You are going to testify

against Winslow Martin
in the morning.

We are not going to cave in
to his tactics.

I can't.

I thought you wanted

to be an attorney.

What do you think
is going to happen here?

I'll find a way.

You'll find a way?

Listen to me.

The jailhouse lawyer
success story is a myth.

You will just be
another loser

spending her best years
behind bars,

and when you get out,

you will be carrying a felony
conviction around with you

for the rest of your life.

(stifles a sob)

I will either see you
in the morning

or I will see you
at your own trial,

where I will bury you.

What's it going to be?

Gate.
(gate buzzes)

I'll testify.

Nothing here.

I don't care if it takes
all night. Keep looking.

Trifecta!

You got it?

Feinberg, Kleiner and Greenwald

all testified for the defense

in Arthur Kent Whitmore v.
St. Benjamin's Hospital Center.

That was about a year back.

Guy's wife contracted sepsis

and died while in for
a kidney transplant.

He lost the malpractice suit

but brought a civil suit
for $20 million.

What'd he get from them?

Legal fees.

No cash settlement. Zip.

That would've pissed me off.

Anyone else testify
for the hospital?

There was a nurse.

Leslie Caitlyn O'Rourke.

Leslie Caitlyn O'Rourke...

Yeah, she was
the jury's favorite.

Absolutely bulletproof.

Well, we'd better make sure
she stays that way.

Let's go.

Go ahead.
Wait, say again?

A red, white and black
Hypermotard.

That's the bike?

Okay, has anyone
seen him tonight?

For when?

Sit on his apartment,
call me if he shows up. Got it.

Copy that. Thanks.

What do you got?

Customs and border protection
have Whitmore confirmed

on an Aeromexico flight to
Guadalajara tomorrow at 0800.

Long time between then and now.

Here we are.

Talk to me.
What do you got?

Doorman says she's
out walking her dog.

Left about ten minutes ago.

We have any description?
Late 30s, five-five

or so, blonde.
She's wearing jeans

and a college hoodie
underneath her jacket.

She's walking her beagle.

All right, we're gonna
need to spread out, okay?

You and your partner take the
avenues, head north and south.

We'll take the cross streets.
We're looking for a male,

white, around 48 years old,
he's riding

a red, black and white
motorcycle.

And, yes, he's
armed and dangerous.

So be careful, all right?
Come on.

Joey, let's roll!
Spread out, partner.

(indistinct chatter nearby)

(gun clicking)

Baez? Hey.

You got anything?

Hold on.

False alarm.

All right.

(indistinct chatter nearby)

You know it.
That's what I'm talking about.

Please, pass it over here, son.

(indistinct chatter continues)

Yo...

(line ringing)

OPERATOR:
911?

Hi, I'm at the Jefferson Avenue

Housing Projects
on Dwyer Avenue.

A young man who mugged me
last week is there.

He's, uh, on the corner
of Dwyer and Horton.

He's about 20,
he's five-eight,

wearing jeans and a red hoodie.

Could you send an RMP, please?

What's your name, please?

My name is Linda Reagan.

(gunshot)

(woman screaming)
Watch out!

Move it! Move!

Come on!

Watch out!

(gunshot)

(groaning)

Don't move.

(grunting)
Shut up. Shut up!

You Arthur Kent Whitmore?

I said are you
Arthur Kent Whitmore?!

Yeah.

Good, you're under arrest,
you son of a bitch.

You okay?

Yeah. I didn't shoot him.

Keep an eye on him.

Yeah.

Police.

Where'd those shots come from?

Ma'am, put the gun
on the ground.

Put the gun on the ground.

And step back.

Leslie Caitlyn O'Rourke?

Yes.

Detective Reagan.

You shoot him?

Yes.

He called my name, I turned.

He had a gun.

I pulled out my gun
and shot and missed.

He kept going
and turned to shoot.

But I shot him first.

You got a permit for the gun?

Yes, I do.

You're a nurse?

Yes.

And you carry a gun?

Detective,

I'm a female who's worked

at New York City hospitals

for almost 20 years.

I've seen what comes in
and how they got there.

Right.

Step on the sidewalk, okay?

Go on.

All right, Einstein, you ready
to make some electricity?

I think I got it.

Here, watch, watch your brother.
Ready?

Got it.
Yes!

Yeah!

DANNY:
You do the Christmas tree
this year, okay?

(Jack laughs)

Hey, Mom.
Hey, Mom.

Hi.

Hi, guys.

Looking good.

Thank you.

You think you could
give me and your dad

a minute... alone?

But this is homework.
Great.

Then don't look
a gift horse in the mouth, huh?

Listen to your mom.

Where you been?

I took another shift
at the mobile hospital.

I told you about that.

Just thought
you'd be done by 9:00.

Texted you about 30 times.

I had other business.

I saw the mugger again.

I called 911.

And they got him.

Wow.

But I'm not gonna get my
grandma's necklace back until,

uh, it's not evidence anymore.

Right.

Well, we got our guy, too.

Good.

He was going after a nurse.

Hmm.

She was carrying
and had a license.

She told me she'd be
a fool not to carry.

Jamie talk to you?

About what?

Danny?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Linda.

It's not loaded.
It's, it's...

(quiet laugh)

Yeah, I stood there
talking to this nurse,

and... she's blonde,

about your height,

pretty-- not as pretty as you

but pretty.

The whole time I was talking
to her, I just kept thinking,

Linda got a gun.

(laughs)
You're making this up.

I swear to you I'm not.

I don't want it.

It's not for me.

Okay.

What I do want is

for you never
to disrespect me again.

To be proud of me.

Like I am of you.

Can you do that?

I can do that.

(indistinct chatter)

Let me call you right back.

Maybe I should just take
the door off the hinges.

Save the wear and tear.

I'm thinking we should
make a statement.

In response to Donald Stein's

ad in the Times.

An "I told you so"?

Not a good idea.

No, not an "I told you so."

You were right--
they weren't hate crimes.

Why rub it in?

I'm thinking more
like a thank you note.

For?

Stepping up.

With a private security force?

In the face of the police
commissioner's assurance

that this department had all the
resources that were necessary?

History is rife with good
people exercising their right

to take measures
in their defense

despite the authorities' wishes.

Taking the long view today?

My mom never left the house

without a pound of pennies

in a tube sock in her purse.

Okay.

Fact is, I let my ego

cloud my judgment.

Could you write something up?

That Frank Reagan let his ego
cloud his judgment?

Well, not in those words.

In yours.

Tell you what.

Why don't you just,
next time you see him,

share this sentiment
with Donald Stein personally.

Keep it in-house,

so to speak.

You think?

I do.

We'll do it your way.

Okay.

Good talk.

Open or closed?

Closed, thank you.

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