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Where do they all go, anyway?

Who?

People that live in these neighborhoods.

Money moves in, they move out.

The poor get pushed out,

but murder gets to stay, huh?

Sounds about right.

What do we got?

We got a male, white.

Counted a dozen stab wounds.

I.D.?

No wallet, no cell phone,

but I'm pretty sure

that's Brent Madison.

What? You're kidding.

Nope, the wife and I got into farm-to-table cooking

'cause of him.

Well, he was a chef on a reality cooking show

a couple of seasons back.

He won big.

He opened up a place in Tribeca, the LES.

Yeah, that's him all right.

No cash register to rob, no knife,

no footprints in the blood.

May be a hit.

I may have a suspect for you.

Last week, my partner and I responded

to a call here.

Two males having a verbal altercation. Huh.

It was the victim out on the sidewalk

having a screaming match with Marty Dustin.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

Another celebrity chef I should know?

Brent was Marty's mentor on the show.

They almost strangled each other on live TV

during the season finale.

And Brent was holding a knife that night,

although he said it was 'cause Marty threatened him.

Hmm.

And you were too starstruck to give a damn.

I guess you could say that.

Bet you Marty wasn't.

(sighs)

(siren wailing)

WOMAN: No, and you hide me away

like you're embarrassed of me.

(gasping)

Ma'am, roll down the window? Just hold on.

If that's all I am to you, then we're done!

MAN: Honey... Ma'am!

Just...

What?

You been drinking tonight?

What makes you think that?

I just saw you blow through a red light.

Fine, maybe I had a glass of wine.

Ma'am, please turn off the ignition,

step out of the vehicle.

(sighs) Officer, is this really necessary?

Sir, I'm not talking to you.

I understand, but I could switch places

and just drive her home.

That's not how this works.

Ma'am, step out of the vehicle.

Do you not know who he is?

Jess, Jess...

He's the majority speaker for the state senate.

How nice for him.

I said step out of the vehicle.

Do we have to do this, son?

OFFICER 2: Sir?

Get back in the car,

or I'm taking you both in right now.

She's right.

I am Senator Ted McCreary.

Then you should know that driving while intoxicated

is illegal in this state, Senator.

Just do me a favor-- look at this...

Stop right there! Take your hand out of your pocket now!

There, just look at this card.

This has the cell phone number of Commissioner Reagan.

Just call him.

Trust me, you want to make this call.

Wait, he got mad at you because you arrested him at work?

After he robbed his coworker at gunpoint.

Said I was making him look bad in front of the boss.

(laughs)

See what happens when we take a day off?

Weird things happen.

Speaking of.

What are they all looking at?

Something on their phones.

So people ignore each other, like, in big groups now?

(chuckles)

(cell phones beeping)

Hey!

Hey!

JANKO: Hey, are you okay?

Are you okay?

What?

Talk to me. What's your name?

Were you with any of these people?

Jamie.

Hey, how did you get here?

How'd you get here? Talk to me, talk to me.

12 George to central, requesting a bus.

Washington Square Park, underneath the arch.

Possible O.D.

McCREARY: How are you?

Frank. Hey.

I'm sorry to be late.

You're right on time.

I always factor in an extra 15 minutes

when I know it's you.

I thought you told me that Benny retired.

Well, he did, I just made sure that he left

strict instructions about how we like the hash.

Frank...

I'm sorry about last night.

An apology isn't what I was looking for.

Well, the kid wouldn't listen, I...

That kid is a cop who was doing his job.

This isn't Albany, Ted, you got lucky.

I understand completely.

And I'm glad he talked me down

from waking you in the middle of the night.

What were you thinking?

I wasn't.

(chuckles)

I hadn't had a drop to drink.

I don't know why I didn't insist on driving.

Who is she?

Jess Weinstein,

my deputy chief of staff.

She masterminded my last campaign,

she's sharp as a tack.

Until she becomes as dumb as a box of rocks

with one of my officers.

That is the only reason I dropped your card, Frank.

I just... I didn't want a scene.

And your officer, by the way, was really kind.

He let me drive her home...

And he dropped it down to a DUI.

She's still gonna have to appear, though.

Uh... that's a problem.

One she created.

It still has to go away.

Why?

Because she's the right hand of the senate majority leader,

who's campaigned his entire career

on stiffer penalties for drunk drivers.

The headlines will write themselves, Frank.

I can't squash this because of some tawdry headline.

A false headline, Frank--

there's nothing going on between me and Jess.

That hadn't crossed my mind.

Well, it shouldn't.

But if the summons reaches the paper,

it'd place you in the car. Yes.

With a younger woman. A colleague.

Late.

After a night of drinking.

That is exactly the way Laura is gonna look at it.

And the tabloids.

And the jackals across the aisle from me in the State House.

I'm pretty sure any wife would look at it that way,

especially if it's on the front page of every paper.

So, Frank, please?

I'll look into it.

Ah, thank you, thank you.

Hey, how is she?

Not feeling too hot after getting her stomach pumped,

but she'll live.

Anything else you can tell us?

Tox screen won't come back for a couple days,

but no signs of sexual assault.

Thanks, Doc.

Hey.

What's going on?

Why don't we start with your name?

Oh, Christina Henley.

How did I get here?

We found you in Washington Square Park last night.

Were you with those people?

People?

There was a crowd on their phones.

They were doing something.

Uh, Ionic Siege.

It's this, um, augmented reality game we play.

"Augmented" means taking drugs?

It means playing in the real world against other gamers,

not alone in your room.

I don't do drugs.

Okay, so someone dosed you?

I was, um...

out of breath from running.

Some guys gave me a drink.

A-a minute later, I started to lose it.

Did you know these guys?

No.

Oh, but I bet Trevor put 'em up to it.

Who's Trevor?

My ex.

We met when Ionic Siege launched last year.

Couple weeks ago, I said I wanted to switch sides,

and Trevor got so mad, he dumped me.

A guy dumped you over a game?

He acted like I cheated on him or something.

Sounds pretty controlling.

Ugh.

He started out so sweet.

I thought he was different.

Okay, so do you want to file a complaint?

No, I...

I just want to go home, okay?

Wh-Where's my purse?

You didn't have a purse when we found you.

Wait, so my keys are gone?

How am I supposed to get into my apartment?

If you have a super, we can take you home,

and they can let you in, change the locks if you want.

I should. (stammers)

Trevor never gave me his key back.

Sorry, we're closed. Not for us.

I'm not seeing Marty Dustin anywhere.

Anybody else thirsty?

Looks like he's celebrating.

Marty.

Oh.

(sniffs)

Why are you so happy, Mr. Dustin?

We killed again tonight.

Did he actually just say that?

He just said that.

What's going on?

Well, someone killed last night, too. (sniffs)

Brent Madison, in fact.

I didn't mean "killed" like that.

Well, since you threatened him a few days ago,

that makes you our prime suspect.

Hey, look.

I loved Brent, all right?

We're about to drink an '82 Château Gironde in his memory.

I watched your show.

You hated him.

Me and Brent, we-we fought a lot,

but he taught me everything I know.

I mean, I went over there last week

to help him with his new place.

Or maybe you just thought it was a nice location

and wanted it for yourself.

(scoffs) Believe me,

I got my hands full with this one.

Speaking of hands,

what happened to yours?

My raw bar chef didn't show up last night.

I had to shuck oysters myself.

Oysters?

They come from the ocean,

and you use a special little knife.

How about you knock it off with the jokes, okay?

You're not on TV tonight.

Actually, I am.

Tonight, last night, the night before.

You see, we're all here pretty much 24-7,

and that got time stamps and everything.

(sighs)

When you said you went over

to help Brent last week, what'd you mean?

He was in over his head with his business.

He was way behind on his payments,

he missed his soft opening,

he ran out of friends at the bank.

He said the people leasing him the space

were really pissed about it.

These people have a name?

Choinski Management.

They own, like, half of Greenpoint.

All done.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Feel better?

Safer, I guess.

Any history of violence between you and Trevor?

Not toward me.

I mean, he'd get mad at Ionic Siege,

but he'd get over it.

Hmm.

Any chance this isn't just about you switching sides?

Maybe. (chuckles)

This game can be all-consuming.

Even when we weren't playing, we kind of...

lived in our own little world.

We used to walk across the Williamsburg Bridge

all the time.

Pretend to be different people.

I know it sounds silly, but it was fun.

But that ended when you betrayed him.

Yeah.

And then weird stuff started happening.

My-my credit cards got canceled,

my bank account was frozen.

(computer beeps)

(computer beeps)

JANKO: "Slayr866."

"MickeyFinn88."

Do you know any of these names?

I've never seen them before.

But they're probably dummy accounts

created by Trevor's friends.

This is entertaining for them.

Like drugging you last night. Yes.

Only I can't prove any of it.

And now I feel like I'm living in a game,

only I don't know what comes next.

We know what happens next.

What?

We go, we talk to Trevor.

In person.

In real life.

Okay.

Yes, we leased that space to Brent Madison.

Yeah, well, he won't be opening his restaurant any time soon.

I know, I found his body last night

when I went to see him about a bounced check.

You were the anonymous caller to 911?

I didn't want to get too involved.

Hmm. This firm is where I work.

If a renter decides not to rent for any reason--

bad plumbing, rat infestations...

Somebody getting murdered in one of your buildings.

...we lose money.

Right. So the less the company name is part of the story, the better.

Lech prefers it that way.

Milena tells me I'm "old school."

I'm Lech Choinski.

Detective Reagan, Detective Baez.

This is about Mr. Madison, yes?

Yeah.

What a mess he make of my property.

Well, actually, someone else made the mess.

We're just trying to figure out who that somebody else was.

Could be many people-- he's very rude, that kid.

I have buildings all over.

Worst business I have in 30 years.

But Milena tell me to rent to him.

Kid on TV show or something.

I've been pushing Lech to join the 21st century.

We hear he was behind in his payments.

Much behind-- half million.

I tell him-- open up, make money, you can pay.

But no, everything wrong.

Not enough kitchen space, wrong ovens.

I try to keep him happy...

And he just kept getting himself deeper in the hole.

And all the time, he's very rude.

Like he own the place, when in fact I do.

Old school guy like you, people should do business with honor. That's right.

Although American kids, they don't have any.

Is that right?

Huh.

Sometimes Polish, too.

DANNY: Huh. What do you mean?

There is boy, Victor Bajek,

used to work in office.

He's nice at first, but then he start stealing from me.

Also from my property.

Milena tell me last night, she see him near restaurant,

where she found Madison.

Hmm.

I hate to say,

but I hate to hold back from cops, too.

Okay, thanks.

No priors on the Bajek kid.

His father's doing a jolt upstate

on, uh, forged passports, though.

Well, this ain't that.

Mrs. Bajek?

Yes?

Detective Reagan.

This is Detective Baez.

We need to speak to Victor.

Okay, but what's going on?

Can you just get him for us, please?

Victor, come out here.

Victor, we need to ask you some questions.

Like?

Like do you recognize this man?

Yeah, of course.

Brent Madison.

Where do you know him from?

I killed him.

MRS. BAJEK: Victor?

What have you got yourself into?

Hey!

Whoa!

Just how many times do I have to say no to her?

You had a drink with Ms. Farrell.

That opened a door.

I bought her a drink to smooth things over.

No doors were opened except the one on the way out of the bar.

She has a nice piece of real estate

on Sunday mornings at 11:00.

So do I-- my parish church.

Couple million New Yorkers watch her.

And you haven't sat down for a profile

with anyone in almost three years.

Well, that should tell you something.

It's time.

It's time when there is an issue that needs airing.

It is never time for me

to flap my gums and act all commissioner-y.

Lieutenant Gormley, sir.

Thank you, Baker.

What do you got, Sid?

Officer Landau stated

that when he pulled over Senator McCreary

and Ms. Weinstein last night,

they were engaged in a "heated argument."

And his unofficial statement?

He overheard her accusing him of being embarrassed

about being seen with her.

She threatened to end it.

It was a lovers' spat.

That was his takeaway?

Yes, sir.

GARRETT: Go back.

Senator McCreary?

Yes.

Is there an ask on the table?

He'd rather not see this get in the papers,

but asking is not the same thing as getting.

Are you considering it?

(sighs)

That'll be all, gentlemen.

(sighing)

(door closes)

(siren wailing in distance)

16 years old makes you an adult in the eyes of New York State,

do you understand that?

Yeah, I know.

Then you probably know you could be convicted

of second-degree murder.

You know the sentence for that, too, tough guy?

Guess I'll find out.

I've got nothing to hide.

Nobody's arguing that.

What do you want?

I killed him.

Right, for these.

And you remember Brent Madison

from your time at Choinski?

And from TV.

I thought he was rich.

So you broke into his restaurant to rob him?

The stupid guy didn't lock the door.

I was hoping to hit the register,

but the place is barely set up.

So I went looking for something worth something,

And all of a sudden,

he came tearing out the back with a knife.

Mm-hmm, and he came at you?

Yeah, so I took it off him,

but he still kept coming, so I stabbed him.

It was, like, self-defense.

And then you took his wallet and cell.

So where's the knife?

I threw it in the East River.

DANNY: For the record,

he came at you with a knife, you took the knife from him,

he kept coming anyway, and you stabbed him

here, here and here.

Yep.

Great.

Sit tight.

(door slams)

Did you see that?

Yeah, he has no idea where our vic was stabbed.

Kid couldn't kill an ant.

And who the hell keeps the wallet?

You keep the cash, the cards.

You chuck the wallet.

Well, our guy isn't our guy.

We're gonna have to drill down on Choinski.

Trevor Reid.

Hey, I wasn't in Washington Square Park last night.

(keyboard clacking)

Do you mind telling us where you were?

Uh, Columbus Circle,

Central Park, Washington Heights.

Playing Ionic Siege?

I didn't think there was a law against it.

No, but there is a law against having Christina Henley drugged

and stripped down half-naked in Washington Square Park.

How can I help?

Christina's being harassed.

She says it's you and your friends.

Okay, um...

let me tell you about Christina-- I...

I like her, you know,

and I enjoyed being with her

while it lasted, but she gets in her own way.

And she always, always finds someone else to blame.

So she dosed herself,

stripped down to her underwear in the park,

for what reason exactly?

Eddie.

I just want to make sure I got it right.

I don't know what happened to her.

How'd you know about Washington Square Park?

What do you mean?

We walk in, first words out of your mouth were--

"I wasn't in Washington Square Park last night."

I heard. How?

Ionic Siege compiles field reports.

That's for participants, results, log notations.

Christina showed up in a bunch of posts

calling for her to be exiled,

'cause of her behavior.

So you deny you did anything to Christina?

Besides break up with her.

Yes.

And I hope she's okay.

I-I mean, look, if I had any idea who was messing with her,

if someone is,

I would tell you.

Lying sack of crap.

Wishing won't make it so.

You believe him?

All we got's her suspicions.

Why would she make something like this up?

People do and say crazy things, especially after a breakup.

Come on, we see it all the time. So you're siding

with this guy? No, I'm siding with reason.

No, you're siding with

"she's a crazy ex-girlfriend,"

or "she was drunk," or "her skirt was too tight,"

or "she was asking for it."

You know that's not me.

And besides, we don't really know anything

until we can establish something besides "she said, he said."

Well, you know what, I believe what she said.

Uh, Eddie, look, I-I know this might feel personal

because of what happened to you.

No, Jamie, this is not about what happened to me.

This is about what happened to Christina.

(elevator bell dings)

McCoy wanted Choinski on racketeering

and construction extortion in Greenpoint,

but he could never make the case. Figures.

And then when McCoy resigned,

it just went on the back burner.

Why?

I got a 16-year-old kid

who's eating a murder charge for Choinski,

who conveniently pointed the kid out.

Did the kid confess?

Yeah, and he had the vic's property in his possession.

You know, Danny, most cops like closing cases.

Yeah, when they got the right perp.

This kid's old man is locked up, too.

Choinski probably promised to take care of the family

while the kid goes down, figuring he'd do a short bid.

Well, you're right about that.

I don't know a judge who's gonna throw the book

at a 16-year-old without a prior record.

Why couldn't McCoy make the case?

McCoy flipped one of Choinski's guys,

uh, Lukas Gorski.

But then he got cold feet.

Rather go to jail than rat out his boss.

He still in?

No, he got out last month.

He's working at an auto repair shop on McGuinness Boulevard.

Great, I'll go see him.

Be careful, Danny.

I always am.

I'm not kidding.

Choinski's grip goes back a couple generations.

They have a real problem

with people poking around their neighborhood.

I'll be careful.

(sighs)

Hey.

If I had a Porsche, I'd definitely service it here.

And I'd bet they'd get you a great price on parts.

Tell me about it.

Hey.

Lukas Gorski. Who wants to know?

Proper response is: "How can I help you, Detectives?"

(groans)

How can I help you, Detectives?

Start by telling us why a guy on parole is

working in a chop shop.

That's not what this is.

Suppose we get your parole officer down here

and ask his opinion?

Uh, he's, he-he's been down here.

Really?

So maybe we should get the auto crime unit down here.

They could check out some VIN numbers,

do some sniffing around, how about that?

What do you want?

We want you to talk to Lech Choinski.

Wearing a wire.

What?! No, I-I already told the D.A.

(scoffs) No.

Okay, well, then you can just go back to the joint.

I-I can't do that, either.

Well, then you're gonna talk to Choinski.

(sighs)

(groans)

They never learn.

(indistinct chatter)

Okay, you walk up to a bad situation.

What are the words you really don't want to hear?

"Not likely to survive." Not a shooting.

If someone involved turns and says, "You owe me a favor."

Yeah, I can see that.

"Your kid did it." (laughter)

LINDA: Danny. That would never happen to you guys.

Well, never say never, but...

What's your answer? "He said, she said."

I'm with you on that. Right?

ERIN: They ought to teach a course at law school,

because trying to get to the truth of situations like that

is like trying to deconstruct a milk shake.

What'd you catch?

Girl says, "He's stalking me, harassing me."

Guy goes, "I dumped her, and she's gone nuts."

Is there any hint here of "she had it coming"?

Implied.

And how old are we talking?

Just out of college.

Any record, history of harassment?

None that I could find.

ERIN: You might want to take a look

at his college files.

I know the FERPA laws are a little difficult to get around,

but you might find a cooperative ear if you dig.

Which'll just turn up more, wait for it--

"he said she said."

Yeah, but it might turn something up,

so you got to do it.

HENRY: Mm-hmm. Okay.

'Cause, boys,

if what she said doesn't count

because it was a "she" who said it,

it has no place in police work.

A good cop can also be a gentleman,

when the situation warrants.

I taught you that.

Good advice then, good advice now.

(knocking on door)

JAMIE: Eddie, can I come in?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Look, I'm thinking maybe you were right.

I did some digging at his college.

He went before a disciplinary board twice

for stalking and menacing two different ex-girlfriends.

What do you want to do?

Christina has problems,

doesn't mean she deserves to be abandoned by us.

I say we check on her, make sure she's all right.

Hmm.

I'll take a dozen Wellfleets to start,

and a petite filet, medium.

Bone-in rib eye, black and blue,

side of spinach, nothing to start.

Thank you.

Well, my friend, where are we?

You give me that look, I want to vote for you twice.

(chuckles)

It's a gift.

What?

I looked into it, like you asked.

I didn't like what I saw.

Well, I didn't ask you to like it.

I asked you to make it go away.

It's just a summons to appear...

Only because I asked my officer

if he could find a way to knock down the charge.

And you lied to me about Jess Weinstein.

Not at all.

I told you she was important to me.

Come on, Ted, I'm a cop.

Frank, things have been over that way

between Laura and me for a long time.

It's none of my business.

Okay, exactly right.

But my officer did get the distinct impression

he was in the middle of a lovers' spat,

and you did ask him to call me.

So?

So, if he is told

that even the summons to appear went away,

he puts two and two together,

and what adds up is his PC got bought off.

So? He's some cop.

I don't look at any of them as "some cop," Ted.

Hey, Frank, you are PC

in significant measure because of me.

And I'll always be grateful for your support.

Yeah, well, you don't know all that I did to support you.

How's that?

Like the grand jury decision not to indict in '86.

Around an iffy police shooting

where a lot of people thought you perjured yourself

to protect your partner.

I testified truthfully under oath.

And the mayor's committee never even heard about it

because of me.

Well, it's still floating around out there.

I don't like being threatened, Ted.

The last thing your mayor needs is headlines

in this climate of anti-police sentiment.

Come on, I can just go to the mayor myself.

It's not gonna scan.

There's people out there that are ready

to jump all over this thing.

Ted, when I pit the loyalty of even one of my men

against some inconvenience for you in the news cycle,

it's no contest.

And that's not gonna change.

We just ordered.

I gave up steak for Lent.

I've been thinking about that rib eye for two weeks.

I'm not going anywhere.

(chuckles)

Ah, Frank.

Christina, it's Officers Reagan and Janko.

Anything?

It's ringing.

Not hearing a ring inside.

And you won't-- Ms. Henley left a few minutes ago. Alone?

Yeah, but I think the boyfriend's back in the picture.

She was all dolled up.

She wouldn't trust him again, right?

Until she did.

(sighs) Where would they meet?

Somewhere they were good.

The Williamsburg Bridge.

August of '86,

my partner and I were returning to the squad

when a call came out over the air.

Woman who was screaming for help.

We were two blocks away,

so we lit it up and responded.

But when we arrived at the scene,

the perp had already smashed the victim's face

in the sidewalk, grabbed her purse

and was in the process of stealing her watch

from her wrist.

We got out of the car, grabbed the perp,

'cause he was fleeing.

What we did not know is

two other perps were waiting in a parked car.

They jumped out, shots were exchanged.

Jerry hit one of them,

who went DOA at the scene.

The other perp got away.

Unfortunately, the DOA's gun...

was never recovered,

making it a questionable shooting.

That's truth.

That's what I testified to.

And the grand jury ruled it a justifiable homicide.

(sighs)

Some in the press wrote otherwise.

So, McCreary greased the wheels for you to become PC

by keeping this out of sight of the mayor?

Or at least he thinks so.

And now he wants you to return the favor vis-à-vis

the girl in the car with him. That's about it.

If you were cleared, then that's that.

I... No, those grand jury hearings

were almost 30 years ago.

If there was talk, then three decades

is plenty of time for the talk to ripen into legend.

When legend becomes fact, print the legend.

Look, my dad was PC back then.

There's no way neither he nor I would pull any strings.

But somebody thinks they're doing you a favor.

They could pull strings without either

of you knowing anything about it.

Time to shake the trees.

Meaning?

When there's a girlfriend you can see,

there's a dozen others you don't see.

'Cause you don't know to look.

Not my style.

Corruption, then. You don't spend 20 years

in Albany by keeping your nose clean.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

You're just gonna hang fire?

I have no idea what I'm gonna do,

which means neither of you are going to do anything.

All this for what-- a summons to appear?

All of this so Officer Eric Landau

knows his commissioner can't be bought.

(sighs)

Christina?

Trevor.

I came. Yeah.

Look, those cops told me what happened.

I just, I want you to know I wasn't behind it.

You were so mad.

Yeah, I know, and it was a big mistake.

Just like breaking up with you.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Let's take a walk.

I-I don't know.

Come on, babe.

You can trust me.

I-I don't want to.

Please... Christina.

I don't want to go, okay?

Come on. Stop!

(screaming)

What a stubborn bitch!

(gasping for air)

Hey, Trevor!

Let her go! Trevor!

Let her go!

Trevor! Trevor, let her go!

(grunting) Hey, hey! Let go!

(shouting indistinctly)

I got you.

Stop it! I just wanted...

Stop fighting. Christina!

Shut up.

(crying)

Just breathe. Okay.

DANNY: Just relax.

Hey, listen, I'm just saying.

Look, Choinski's gonna find this on me.

Just keep your jacket on.

You'll be fine.

You don't know him like I do.

That's why I backed out of working for the DA.

'Cause Choinski's smart and he'll know!

He's not gonna get squat from you, okay?

Look, I'm just saying... maybe tomorrow night.

'Cause if I go in there all nervous, he's gonna,

he's gonna make me. Look, he trusts you, right?

You used to trap out cars for him,

and you went to jail instead of ratting him out.

So, you're gonna go in there and you're gonna get him

talking about killing Brent Madison and then you will

never have to worry about him again.

You hear me? Yes.

Okay. Deep breath, deep breath.

All right, 15 minutes is all it should take.

15 minutes in there.

Oh, my God. Or 15 years

back in prison.

Pretty easy choice.

Get to it.

(sniffs) All right.

You're good. Go.

I'm ready, I'm ready. All right.

(singsongy): I'm ready!

CHOINSKI: So, there I was

in Warsaw... Lukas?

Lukas!

Come over here!

Mr. Choinski, Milena.

(speaks Polish)

I haven't seen you since you free.

Oh, you know. Yeah.

I'm trying to keep a low profile till I'm off parole.

Ah, yes, of course. And when you're off,

you come back and you work for me.

Really? Yes, of course.

You are a good boy!

Lech is very loyal to his friends.

Sit, drink with us!

Well, so far, so good.

Okay.

(Milena clears throat)

Na zdorovie!

Na zdorovie!

Ha!

(exhales)

S-So what-what I've heard about Victor Bajek...

is true?

Really? What'd you hear?

LUKAS: That he... got in some trouble.

Yeah, but he's a good boy.

He'll be out not too long, and I take care of him.

Lukas, why you sweat so much?

Me? Yeah.

Take off jacket.

R-Really, I'm fine, thanks.

Come on. Come on, keep going.

Why, uh... wh...

wh-why take care of Victor?

I mean, he's a punk.

Well, yes, but he's my punk.

You had him kill that chef?

(sighs)

Come on, get a name!

Madison?

You heard that?

What's so funny?

Only people believe that are cops, man.

(quiet chuckle)

S-So he didn't?

Of course not.

Then who did?

You're writing a book?

(laughs): No.

Then why so many questions?

Stupid men.

What's that, Milena?

Oh.

You think women can only be secretaries?

So foolish.

I killed Madison.

Got it.

I'm more valuable than you.

He wasn't gonna pay.

Had to be done. Milena, you...

You think that Lech would choose any of you idiots

to do the job?

Wait, I don't have take this from her.

(Lukas yelling)

(grunts)

What are you gonna say to that, huh?

(yells)

He's wearing a wire!

It's the wire! That's why you've been sweating so much.

CHOINSKI: You son of a bitch! I'll kill you myself!

DANNY: Drop the knife! Hands over your head!

Freeze! DANNY: Drop it! Get back!

(Milena shouting in Polish)

Against the wall!

Freeze! Don't move!

(Milena continues shouting)

Hands over your head!

Get 'em out of here.

(groans)

You all right?

Get him a bus. Yeah.

You okay? Okay.

(panting)

(Lukas grunts)

Good.

Good work.

What are you so antsy about?

I'm not antsy. If anybody's on the hook here, it's me.

(chuckles): I'm not as dumb as I look, Frank.

You don't look dumb, you look antsy.

If somebody you worked for rarely took your advice,

and then suddenly... took your advice whole hog,

you'd be wondering, too.

Wondering what? What he was up to.

Why would I be up to anything?

You said it was a win-win:

your problem goes away, my problem goes away.

They're ready.

(Garrett sighs)

She have everything?

Everything we have. You're equivocating.

Everything that we know of. And we're agreed

on the terms? Yes. The first question

and full response has to make the cut,

or the entire interview is off the record.

(sighs): Okay, then.

I can't control how she'll shape the narrative.

That's the risk we're taking.

You're taking.

We're taking.

I'm doing this upon your advice and counsel.

(sighs): Garrett...

look, I'm taking your advice because it's damn good advice.

Or not.

Nice to see you. Nice to see you, too.

Thanks for coming. Wouldn't have missed it.

You ready for this?

(clears throat)

Well, I think that's what I should be asking you.

Then yes.

MAN: Sound.

(clears throat softly)

MAN 2: Rolling. WOMAN: And five,

four, three, two...

Commissioner Reagan, thank you so much

for sitting down with us today.

My pleasure.

So, as you may know, rumors have surfaced

that in 1986, when you were a detective for NYPD,

you and your partner were involved in a fatal shooting

that may have been a tragic error...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Garrett, we're rolling.

I got this.

(Anne clears throat softly)

...rumors that it may have been a tragic error,

that it may have been swept under the rug...

and that subsequent internal reviews

may have been tainted.

Would you care to speak to those rumors?

Yes, I would, Anne.

In August of 1986, my partner and I were

returning to our squad when a call came over the air.

It was a woman screaming for help.

We were two blocks away, so we responded.

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