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Bang.

You couldn't find a better
hiding place for this thing?

I want to talk to you
about Shinwell.

And why you approached him at
his apartment the other day.

You got it all backwards.

It wasn't my idea to meet.
It was his.

Do you know what would happen
if a parole officer knew

that you were hanging
out with Tall Boy?

Tall Boy is not your problem.

This world is not safe.

Not for me,
and especially not for you.

So get out.
While you still can.

It's now or never, Doc.

Hello?

You turned
your phone off, Watson.

Or the battery died.

In either case, shame on you.

Actually,
I put it on silent.

I was trying to sleep in.

Double shame.
You know, I...

You're needed
at the scene of a murder.

I'm afraid it's quite urgent.

Where's Marcus?

It's not his case.
The Captain?

I wasn't beckoned here, I heard
about it on one of my scanners.

So, shortly after midnight,
someone called 911

to report the sound
of gunfire in this area.

Police took over an hour
to respond.

When they did,
they saw that body.

They also saw
two men, who fled.

One of them tossed
a gun as he ran. A .38.

Neither of them was apprehended.

And, uh, based on
what I've been able to overhear,

the police think
it's gang-related.

Someone died, and that's
terrible, but I don't understand

what we're doing here. We don't
usually work this kind of case.

Especially when
we're not invited.

There's a personal angle.

You knew the victim?

It was the description
of one of the men that ran

that caught my attention.
African-American,

approximately six foot tall,
shaved head, beard,

last seen wearing
a green army jacket.

When I got here, C.S.U.
were photographing

a necklace that caught
on that fence

as he climbed over it.

I think that one of the men
the police is looking for

is Shinwell Johnson.

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Ricky Morales.
Shot twice. First one

is to the back of the head.
Close range.

Second one for good measure.

You think this was an execution?

Ricky here is a known member
of Los Espectros. You familiar?

Yeah. A Salvadoran street
gang out of Queens.

Exactly.

And this is the Bronx.
SBK territory.

South Bronx Killas.

I find it hard to believe
that Ricky came here alone

or of his own free will.
If I had to guess,

I'd say that he was scooped up
somewhere and brought here.

See, I...
I couldn't help but notice

that the, uh... bullets
used are 8mm,

as opposed to, uh,

.38, which was
the weapon discarded.

Yeah, well, the guy
who didn't toss his gun

probably had the 8mm.

Well, perhaps. What do you think
the chances are

that they used an antique
to kill him?

These are Nambu shells.

They're rimless,
bottleneck cartridges.

They were introduced in Japan in
1904, and they were discontinued

shortly after
the second world war,

as were, uh, the weapons
used to fire them.

Not exactly gang
hardware, is it?

Respectfully,
I can't take your word

that the murder weapon's
over a hundred years old.

I mean, let's let ballistics
do their job, okay?

So, the two men who
ran off, they were here

almost an hour
after the shots were reported.

Don't you think that's odd?

They were probably waiting
for a car to show

so they could
disappear the body.

So, two
members of SBK,

they abduct a rival,
and they intend to kill him.

Instead of doing it in an
environment they can control,

they do it here, where the shots
can be heard by witnesses.

They use an antique weapon.

They then linger
for almost an hour,

while they wait
for a car.

Then why wouldn't they use
the car that they came in?

Or do you think they transported
their victim on the subway?

The good news is, we think
there's prints on the .38.

If the guy that tossed it
is in the system,

we'll have his name
in three days.

Well, if his prints are with
AFIS, then it would be sooner

than that, right?
Like, tomorrow morning.

You didn't hear
about the asbestos.

Lab's getting a face-lift.

They found asbestos
in the ceiling.

So, they sent everybody home
for a couple of days.

They're back in now,
but there's a backlog,

so our .38's gonna have
to wait in line.

I mean, like...
what exactly

is Major Cases' interest here?

Isn't, like, a dead
gangbanger a little, like,

straightforward for you guys?

Slow week.

If there's anything we can do
to be of assistance,

please don't hesitate
to contact us at the 11th.

Thoughts?

You first.

Shinwell is on parole.
Detective Cosa does not impress.

- Think he's responsible?
- I don't know.

I mean, SBK was his old gang.

And the last time
I saw him, it...

it went poorly.

How?

He threatened me.

Perhaps I will have a conversation
with Detective Cosa after all.

No, I wasn't
in any danger.

He's 170 pounds. He's six foot.

It wasn't real. I mean,
the things he said to me,

just... he just wanted to get me
out of the way. I could tell.

Perhaps he wanted you out
of the way so he could take out a rival.

No.

No. He didn't do this.

But how do you know that?

I just... I just do.

So, perhaps the description

I overheard was
of another person?

The cross pendant hanging
on the fence?

It's a little harder to dismiss.

Has he responded
to your text?

I told him I wanted to talk.
I haven't heard back.

Just as well. 'Cause the
conversation we're gonna have

is better had in person.

Shinwell, it's Joan.

So, you don't
think he killed Ricky Morales.

I also assume
you don't think

he's on the other
side of that door,

pointing a Nambu
pistol at us?

I mean, I can't guarantee it.

Wherever he is,
he's left his phone.

Perhaps he's worried the police
might use it to locate him.

Hmm?

Or he forgot it.

He also forgot to close
those drawers, as one might do

from when they're packing
in a hurry.

His toolbox is gone.
I gave it to him

as a housewarming gift.

The sort of thing
someone might sell

if they were going on the lam.

On a scale from one to ten,

how confident are you
of his innocence now?

I just don't see him killing
someone in cold blood.

I'm gonna call that a four.
Humor me. Pay a visit

to the local pawn shops, see if
he's been around. I'm humor you.

I'm gonna talk
to his old friends in SBK.

See if they can shed some light
on what happened last night.

SBK is a street gang. Why would
they tell you about a shooting

they may have been involved in?

The trick, Watson,

is to not ask
about the shooting.

Wait, now. This dude,

who got held up around
the way last night...

he was a birthday clown?
That's right.

What the hell was a clown
doing out at midnight

in this neighborhood?

As I said, according to
witnesses, he was getting mugged

by someone who happens
to fit your description.

He was relieved of $153

and a bag of balloons.

The NYPD would like to know
if there's anyone

who can account
for your whereabouts.

I was with my boys.
Will and Ray.

We watched the Knicks
at a bar over on Dixon.

Went double O.T.

Lots of people to tell you.

Will Moultrie, Ray Franks?

Yeah. How do you know that?

Yo.
What's he grilling you on, D?

Big Mike had to answer for
a cigarette truck went missing.

Terry got accused of

busting a vending machine

and jacking some
off-brand Cheese Puffs.

Apparently, there was a
real crime wave last night.

Laquan Eversley. “Tall Boy.”
You're an SBK lieutenant.

What the hell is
a “Lef-tennant”.

Oh, it's like a lieutenant.

And you work
for the police, right?

Yes.
So, what is this?

Why are you trying to trip us up
on dirt that never happened?

My intention is not
to implicate anyone

in any fictitious crimes,
I assure you.

You might also hear talk of
a mime who got savagely beaten.

But, uh, pay that no heed.

I'm-a pay it all kinds
of heed until you explain

why you've been
telling stories.

Because there's no need
to lie when the truth will do.

Everyone I've spoken to
has been only too happy

to provide a web of
overlapping alibis

which can be cross-checked.
It's given me a snapshot

of where your group's leadership
was at the precise moment

a member of Los Espectros
was gunned down last night.

And the good news is, I'm
starting starting to think

that none of you
pulled the trigger.

I could've told you that.

Now my cards are on the
table, I'll be more direct.

Do any of you know anyone
who owns a pistol like this?

You're done asking
questions here.

It would be very helpful.
You're done.

Or my next “alibi”

is gonna be for when
the British dude

got curb stomped
in front of Bennie's.

Thank you for
your time, gentlemen.

Hey. It's me.

Shinwell did sell his toolbox
and a few other items

at a pawnshop near his building.

So, you were right.
He's on the run.

Call me when you can.

I need your help, Doc.
Something happened last night.

A member of a rival gang
was shot and killed

in SBK territory--
you were there, weren't you?

I didn't have nothin' to do
with what happened to that man.

Next you're gonna tell me
that you're not back with SBK.

It's not what you think.

Then what is it?

You want my help, right?

Here's your phone.

I got it from
your apartment.

Call the police.
Tell them where you are.

Tell them you want to talk
about what happened last night.

Call them, or I will.

Let me tell you a story.

If you don't believe it,
just press “send.”

And I'll do anything you say.

Got your message.

Our conversations
with SBK were enlightening,

but I've got no insights
as to Shinwell's current...

whereabouts.

We need to talk.

That's apparent.

He was at the scene
of Ricky Morales'

murder last night.

Only I didn't kill him.

I think it's likely
that you didn't.

And yet, you, crime scene,
police pursuit,

discarded handgun...
I can explain that.

I can explain, too.
You're back in SBK.

More than enough reason
to wash our hands of him, no?

No.

I'm not back in SBK
'cause I want to be.

I'm back in because
I was asked to be.

I'm an informant
for the FBI.

I'd only been out
of prison a few days.

No job yet, just a room
in a halfway house.

I was walking back
from the store one night,

and this dude rolled up
on me in a car.

He showed me his badge.

You said his name
was Whitlock.

Agent Whitlock.

He said he was keeping
an eye on me

when I was
in Great Meadow.

He said he knew that
I was distancing myself

from the dudes
I used to roll with.

Said he knew I got out
on good behavior.

And he said, “Imagine
how much good you can do

if you help bring down SBK
from the inside.”

And this is around the time
that, uh, I came to see you.

To ask you how can I change.

Well, I told Whitlock
I was in.

I reached out to old friends,
told them

I can't make ends meet,
that I was unhappy.

So they threw work
my way.

What kind of work?

Collecting for them.

Keeping an eye
on some things.

Whitlock was happy.

The only thing
I didn't count on was

you realizing
that I was back in.

That's why I told you
to stay away,

because I didn't want you
to get caught up in this.

If you didn't kill
Morales, who did?

I don't know.
As far as I can tell,

SBK don't have nothin'
to do with it.

The way I heard it,
a kid heard shots.

He went snooping around,
he found a body.

He called his brother,
Marquis.

He's SBK.

Word went all the way
up to the top.

If the body found
on our territory,

that would have been
a lot of heat.

Well, that would tally with
what I was able to gather.

You and Tall Boy
were in a club.

He got a text around
half past midnight.

You both left.

You went
to dispose of the body.

That's why you were at the scene

almost an hour after
the murder took place.

Yeah, the police showed up
right after we did.

But we ran.

Which one of you
threw the gun?

Me.

Tall Boy gave it
to me weeks ago.

He said If I was gonna roll
with SBK,

I had to be strapped up.

So I took it to Whitlock, and
I told him I didn't want it.

He said it would be too
suspicious if I didn't keep it.

So when the prints are lifted,
that'll give the police

probable cause for your arrest.

Possession of a handgun
is a violation of your parole.

The good news is,

there's a logjam at the lab,

so the gun can't be processed

for another 72 hours.

It's more than enough time
to do what we need.

What we need?

Shinwell and Whitlock
never spoke over the phone.

They only met
in person.

So every meeting ended
with a plan for the next one.

Date, time, and place.

The problem is they're not
meeting again until next week.

We can't wait that long,
so I called Whitlock

to make an appointment
to see him.

That's why I'm here.

To ask one of you
to talk to him.

He can make all this
go away.

Get a subpoena
for the gun, something.

Just keep my name out of it.

And then?

And then me and him

will go back to doing
what we were doing.

Bringing down SBK.

Miss Watson.
Calvin Whitlock.

It's nice to meet you.
Yes.

Message I got said
you caught a red ball?

The Ricky Morales
shooting, right?

That's right.

Thing is, I don't
work Ricky's gang,

Los Espectros.

But I'd be happy
to sit you down

with one of my
colleagues, Agent Reese.

Actually, that won't
be necessary.

I wasn't completely
honest when I said

I wanted to talk
about Ricky.

I'm here on behalf
of a mutual friend,

Shinwell Johnson.

Why don't we take this
to my office?

I told him to be
careful with that gun.

Truth is, I was
more worried about you.

Me?

Yeah.

I knew he was
spending time with you.

I figured once SBK found out
he had made friends

with a consultant

for the NYPD...

Look, how certain are we

that these prints are
gonna turn up?

He was running when
he threw the gun away.

His hands were sweaty.

I'm sorry, but
I can't help you.

Excuse me?

If the cops trace
that gun back to Shinwell,

he's gonna have to
face the consequences.

What are you talking about?
He's your informant.

A couple of years ago,

I recruited another
informant, bad guy.

Pulled him over
one night, he had

two assault rifles
in his trunk.

And like Shinwell,
he was on parole,

so we cut a deal.

If he kept me up
to speed on his gang,

he didn't have to
go back to prison.

Well, about a year later I find
out this guy was playing me.

Keeping back information,
giving me half-truths.

People were dying because
he and his homies would...

So I paid him a visit,
put him in the hospital.

Then he got another deal,

this time from my bosses.

If he kept quiet
about what I did,

then they would cut him loose.

But there was a catch.

I was stripped
of my authorization

to recruit informants.

Are you telling me that
you recruited Shinwell,

but you never registered him?

SBK is one of
the deadliest gangs

in all of New York City.

They have a body count
in the hundreds.

I did what I had to do.

You can't do this.
You have to help him.

I'm sorry, but I don't.

Any information
that he gathered,

anything he did for me was
completely off the books.

He can shout my name
from the rooftops,

won't help him.

If you don't do something,

he's gonna be
sent back to prison.

That's a shame.

Yeah, it is,
'cause I like the guy.

But I'm not gonna throw
away my career for him.

You tell Shinwell
he's on his own.

No, this is some bull. Whitlock
wanna play me like that?

I'm gonna go
and talk to him.

Make it real clear
that we know each other.

Can you prove a connection
between the two of you?

Then you'll probably
just be arrested.

I'm gonna get arrested
if I don't go.

At least that way
I get to beat his ass.

I ain't gonna let him
do this to me.

Not after all
I been through.

Not after all the work
I've done!

I was just starting
to get it right this time.

I know you were.

How could he do this to me?

With great ease,
I imagine.

On paper, you're
utterly disposable.

You're an ex-con,
you're penniless, sullied,

disenfranchised.

Okay.

You tell me, what do I do?

You have two problems.
The first is that

your prints were left
on a weapon

which was discarded
at the scene of a shooting.

Second is that once
those prints are analyzed,

you'll become a suspect
in that shooting.

Thanks to Agent Whitlock,

there's currently
very little to be done

about problem one.

Problem two,
on the other hand...

You didn't kill Ricky Morales.

We just have to find
the person who did.

Oh, that's all?

Well, respectfully,
it's as mundane a task

as Watson and I have
ever faced as detectives.

And thanks to a lab only
recently cleared of asbestos,

we now have 60-something hours
to accomplish it,

which is probably 50-something
more than we'll need.

Ricky Morales was
a gangster.

Who kills gangsters?
Other gangsters.

Ricky was shot
in SBK territory.

I already told you...

You don't believe
they're responsible.

I think that there's
a good chance that you're right.

Ask yourself, who would
go out of their way

to murder a member
of Los Espectros

on a hated rival's turf?

More specifically,
who could get them there

without any sign
of a struggle?

Another member
of Los Espectros.

You think they tried
to frame SBK?

As you pointed out,
it would bring SBK

lots of unwanted attention
from the police.

Could be.

Could be, also, somebody
in Los Espectros

wanting to start a war with SBK.

By making it look like
we killed Ricky,

it could force the issue.

Either way, I think
Los Espectros is

the next gang that
we should look at, don't you?

I'll go down to the precinct.

I'll dig up what I can on them.

I'll turn my attention to Ricky.

If he was lured to that
vacant lot by someone,

they might have left a trail.

What about me?

All due respect,

but I don't want
to just sit here.

Not when it's my life
on the line.

How can I help?

You're nervous.

No.

Yes, you are.
Don't be.

Tell me, how am I
not gonna be nervous

when you just
broke in this car?

It's the best view
of the apartment

that Ricky Morales
shared with his girlfriend.

Also, it smells
like fresh bread.

Fresh artisanal bread.

There's residue
on the steering wheel.

There's traces
of flour and yeast.

The owner of this car
is a baker.

They work at night.

The engine was still warm
when we arrived.

Our baker got home
a short while ago,

presumably
to sleep, so...

the chances of us being
discovered are slim.

You think?

Yesterday you outran
two police officers.

You really can't escape
one sleepy baker?

So we wait for the girlfriend
to leave the apartment,

and then what, hmm,
we break in there, too?

Mm-hmm.
I didn't think

proving my innocence
of one crime

would lead to
a bunch of others.

Can't make an omelet.

So why'd you do it?
Do what?

Start working
for Agent Whitlock?

Once upon a time, SBK

were your family.

You went to prison for them.

And then, ten years later,

he offers you nothing more
than a vague opportunity

to do some good.

And you accept.

Why?

Prison changed me.

Yeah, I'm familiar with
the concept of change.

I mean, you didn't just...

walk away from your old life.

You ran at it full-bore.

Intent, as far as I can
tell, on destroying it.

Ten years ago,
after I got popped,

the D.A. offered me a deal.

Go back to SBK, wear a wire,
get them something good,

and they'd cut my time in half.

I told them what they can do
with that wire.

It's just like you said.

SBK was my family,
they brought me in,

got me stuff I couldn't
get on my own.

Pretty soon after that,
I was doing that for other guys.

I brought them in,

taught them what
they needed to know.

And then I got locked up.

It wasn't long before
some of the guys I brought in

were doing time
right next to me.

And hen the guys they
brought in.

And then the guys
those guys brought in.

And then it hit me.

SBK didn't care.

It's just like
what you said before.

We were all disposable.

But we're not.

It's time to go.

What, exactly,

are we looking for?

Our current theory is
that Ricky was betrayed

by a member of his own gang.

We need to try and identify
someone specific.

Mm.

Yo, over here.

It says,
“Midnight betrayed by Gustavo.”

That's a clue, right?

Is that the kind of intelligence

you would give to
Agent Whitlock?

I don't know why
he never registered you.

Ricky or his girl's into benzos.

Well, these were his.

And they're not recreational,
there's a prescription.

“MO,” Morales.

“ZX, 8:00 a.m.”

That “X” is where the
doctor's name's supposed to be.

So we have a prescription
for clonazepam,

and we have a regular
appointment with a doctor,

if that's the “X.”

Perhaps our dead gangster

was in therapy.

Wait till you get to May.

Detective Cosa.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd take advantage
of your partner's offer

to help with the Morales murder.

Of course, what can we do?

Well, actually,
you already did it.

I just got out of a meeting
with your captain,

told me you guys came down
to my scene this morning

'cause you were bored.

He didn't seem too surprised.

I don't understand.

Were you asking him
to assign the case

to someone in the squad?

No, I just asked him
to fast-track

the .38
for fingerprint analysis.

He made a call and, boom.

Lab said they'd
have it tomorrow.

So, thanks, I guess.

For being bored.

You're welcome.

So you don't deny
knowing Ricky Morales?

No, nor do I
confirm knowing him.

Dr. Xanthopoulos,
are you aware you are the only

medical professional
in the entire tri-state area

with the initials “Z.X.?”

Bully for me.

Ricky Morales had a regular
appointment with a Z.X.;

he also had a
prescription for clonazepam.

I'm not saying I was his
therapist, but if I was,

doctor-patient confidentiality

would prevent me from sharing

any of the details
of his treatment.

He's dead.

I'm pretty sure he won't sue.

My 1:00 will be here soon,

so if you don't mind...
In all of my years

as a detective, I have yet to
find a criminal organization

that appreciates its members
seeing a psychiatrist.

There's just too many...
secrets at risk.

So what if Ricky was killed
by someone in Los Espectros

who discovered he'd been
spending time on your couch?

It might not be long

before you're paid a visit.

Is that what you think happened?

I'm not saying I do,
but if I did,

it would behoove you to tell us
everything that you know

about Ricky and his friends.

Would it not?

Despite his background,
Ricky was a very sensitive

young man.

He started coming to see me

six months ago.

Accelerated heart rate,

dizziness,
shortness of breath.

He was having panic attacks.

That's what the
clonazepam was for.

What made him so scared?

Was he worried about somebody
in Los Espectros?

Actually, he was worried about
everyone in Los Espectros.

A few months before
he started seeing me,

he got caught with
a kilo of heroin

in the trunk of his car.

In order to avoid prosecution,

he agreed to become
an informant.

He was ratting on his gang.

Did he think anyone in
particular had caught on to him?

He didn't. And, in a way, that
was the root of his anxiety.

He wasn't having panic attacks
because he was afraid

for his life, he was having them
because he felt guilty.

He was betraying
the people that he loved.

He tried talking about it to
the agent who recruited him,

Whitlock,

but he didn't care.

Calvin Whitlock?

Yeah, he's an FBI agent.

Do you know him?

As a matter of fact, we do.

Didn't you get my message?

I got it.

Did you read it?
I specifically

asked for anything
other than pizza.

Well, you never responded
to my text either.

“Saw Cosa at the precinct.

Gregson fast-tracking
print analysis.”

If we don't solve
Ricky Morales' murder

before the police identify
Shinwell's prints...

You don't need to worry
about us not solving it.

We have maybe 12 hours.
You're that confident?

I am. I already know
who killed Ricky Morales.

Agent Calvin Whitlock
of the FBI.

I don't see a lot of proof.

Don't get me wrong,
I like your little...

art project.

Can't be a coincidence that Ricky
was in Whitlock's employ.

During World War II,
Whitlock's grandfather served

in the Pacific.
He would easily have

picked up a Nambu pistol
off a Japanese soldier.

Why kill Ricky with
a family heirloom?

'Cause it
wouldn't be registered.

You couldn't prove
it belonged to Whitlock.

Tell her about
his surprise visit

to your apartment.

A few weeks back,
he let himself in.

I came through the door,
and all of a sudden,

there was a gun
to the back of my head.

His way of telling me

to do a better job
of hiding the .38

I got from Tall Boy.

What's his motive?

Perhaps he wanted
out of the arrangement.

Perhaps he threatened
to expose Whitlock.

If it wasn't Whitlock,
got to be Los Espectros.

I mean, they found out
he was a snitch and capped him.

Well, that doesn't make
any sense either.

I've been reading
about them all day.

They torture traitors
before they kill them,

and they always do it
on their own turf.

They want other members
to see what happens

when someone double-crosses
the gang.

Ricky died quick and painless.

And nowhere near
Los Espectros territory.

Well, maybe
it's like what I said before.

That they wanted to frame SBK.

Honestly, I don't think
they would've risked it.

I mean, getting caught
could've kicked off a war,

and they can't afford
that right now.

Membership on the decline,
is it?

More like under attack.
There was a robbery last month.

Los Espectros got hit when
they were handing money over

to their money launderer.
I heard about that.

A lot of their boys got shot.

And the crew that took 'em
down made off with six figures.

Yeah. They're too busy licking
their wounds right now

to pick a fight with anyone.

So, allow me to resubmit
the obvious candidate:

Agent Whitlock.

Okay. Same question.
Why do it in SBK territory?

He could've killed Ricky
anywhere.

Instead, he chooses a vacant lot

where the shots can be heard.
How is that a smart plan?

I got to go.

Something more pressing than
your imminent murder charge?

Tall Boy want to see me.

Why would you go
see him right now?

Do I have a choice?

Of course
you have a choice.

You only got involved
with SBK again

to help bring them down.
That is over.

If I don't go,
there might be consequences.

There might be consequences
if you do go.

Look, Tall Boy knows
you dropped that .38.

Just like he knows your prints
are in the system.

As far as SBK is concerned,
you might be a loose end.

When I got sent up ten years
ago, I didn't flip on nobody.

Why would they think
I'd start now?

Say Sherlock is right.

There's an FBI agent out there

who doesn't want it getting out
that he uses CIs off the books,

and he's willing to kill
to keep it quiet.

He doesn't have to do
his own dirty work.

He just has to tell your friends

that you're an informant.

You know this could be a trap.

They know about Chivonne.

They know about my daughter.

If they can't find me,
they might go looking for her.

And I'm not gonna
let that happen.

Yo. Shin.

Tall Boy ain't up there.

Where he at?

Big Mike.

Word up.

Shin.

We been lookin' for you.

Been laying low.

You?

That craziness last night?
I got out there clean.

Wish I could say
the same for you.

Not too smart, Shin.

Chucking your gun like that.

Wouldn't have if I'd known
I was gonna get away.

Ain't nothin' to
trip on, though.

I've been keeping a
close watch on my place.

If the police knew
the .38 was mine,

they would've
been by already.

Well, try to hold
on to this one.

They don't grow on trees.

Hey, go on. Take it.

Thanks.

It ain't a gift, Shin.

It's a loan. You and
me got work to do.

What kind of work?

Serve and protect kind.

15th of the month
coming up.

Time for the drop.

With that dead boy next
to the Jewelry Mart,

word come down it's too hot
to do business there.

So, we got to bail out
to the backup spot.

Check-cashing place on Greely?

Yeah, it'll be all right,

but it ain't locked
down like the J-Mart.

We get caught, we
got to come ready.

Yo, Shin.

We cool?

Yeah, we cool.

You okay?

Good. Really good, actually.

Your partner's right.

Whitlock killed Ricky.

And I know why he did it
in SBK territory.

Agent Whitlock, we need
to talk about Shinwell.

I don't know that name.

You're worried I'm recording
this conversation.

I'm not.

If it'll make you
feel better,

I can do most
of the talking.

You lied when you said
that you keep your informants

off the books because of
some disciplinary action.

You had to, because
you're not gathering Intel

to bring the gangs down,

you're gathering Intel
to rip them off.

You use your CIs to find out

when the gangs move their money.

And then you ambush them

and then you rob them blind.

Follow me.

You know, it's funny.

I heard your partner was the one
who did too many drugs.

Shinwell said you
pressed him hard

on SBK money drops.

He told you they happened
at a jewelry mart

up in the Bronx, but that place
is set up like a fortress.

So when there is a drop,

SBK has guards and spotters

at every entrance and exit.

No once can get
within a thousand feet.

So, Shinwell told you
there was a drop coming up.

So, yesterday, you shot
and killed someone

in a vacant lot next door.

You knew that with
police crawling all over,

SBK would have to find a new
and less secure location.

Then, you get the details
from Shinwell,

and then you and your team
would swing into action.

I have a team now?

Four gangs have been robbed.

The assailants have
been the same every time.

Three masked men,

heavily armed
and armored.

Their last target
was Los Espectros.

Now, Los Espectros
thought it was a rival gang,

but it wasn't; it was you
and two of your friends.

You knew when and where
to strike,

thanks to your inside man,
Ricky Morales.

Never heard of him,
but this is fun.

Keep going.

You left a wounded
gang member behind.

He told police that
one of your guys

took a bullet
in the arm.

So they checked local hospitals

for people who were treated
for gunshot wounds.

They didn't find any,
but my partner and I

cast a wider net.

Lionel Trafoya,

was treated for
an arm wound

in Northern New Jersey.

Says here he was mugged.

That was his story.

Now, I'm pretty sure
his DNA is gonna be a match

for the blood found
at the scene of the robbery.

Now, Trafoya used to
work here, with you.

He resigned in 2013--
something about, uh,

evidence going missing
at a narcotics raid.

He's talking to
a Detective Cosa right now.

He might not give you up,

but then again,

you know how easy it is

for criminals to turn
on their friends.

What's the out?

You're telling me this
because there's an out.

You want something.

Cosa doesn't know
about Shinwell yet.

I want you to tell her.

You don't want to be the one

to put him at the scene
yesterday.

You want me to admit that
he's hanging with SBK again,

because of me?

Don't forget about the gun.

He only had that because of you.

Explain that and
my partner and I

will do everything we can to see
that you're offered a deal

that keeps you out of gen pop
when you go to prison.

Given your history
with gang members,

you might not want to be
locked up with any.

Go to hell.

For when you change your mind.

That didn't take long.

I'm a good agent.

I want you to know that.

99% of what I do, it's clean.

I put bad guys away,
I keep people safe.

Except for the ones
you rob and murder.

Look, it...

...it started off small.

You know, just
taking a little bit off the top,

stealing from criminals.

How is that even wrong?

Then I got in deeper

and deeper.

I've spent years
looking over my shoulder,

waiting for this thing
to come home.

Now, it's over.

So, in a way, you--

you did me a favor.

So now, I'm gonna
do you a favor.

So what, you're gonna
talk to the police?

No. No.

I won't.

That's the favor.

You got Shinwell wrong.

You see, he's...

he's a banger.

Bangers are bangers for life.

He'll be better off
when he goes back to prison.

He's not going
back to prison.

Yes, he is.

When those prints come back
from the .38,

that'll be that.

You want the gun
that killed Ricky?

It's all yours.

You just have to
come by my office and get it.

Agent Whitlock?

If it wasn't for bad luck, huh?

I'm sorry.

What about
Whitlock's accomplice?

Lionel Trafoya, surely
he was aware that Whitlock

was recruiting informants
under false pretenses.

If I had to guess,

I'd say he was, but

Detective Cosa called
a little while ago, she said

she couldn't get him to
talk, he lawyered up.

There was a third member
of the team

Whitlock assembled
to rob street gangs.

If he's smart,

he's on his way out of
the country by now.

That's quitter's talk.

No, reality.

You did what you could
and I'm grateful,

but it's over.

If Whitlock was
telling the truth

about the gun he used
to kill himself,

then the bullets
would be a match

for the ones
that killed Ricky Morales.

That takes care of that.

But the .38 is still out there.

If it gets traced back to you...

If?

Come on, the prints
are there, Doc.

I'm as good as violated.

We'll both be in your corner.

And we'll get you
the best lawyer we can.

All due respect, I don't

want to get into all that
right now.

What do you want to do?

The way I see it,
I got one day

before I have to
go back to prison.

Maybe less.

I want to make the most of it.

What the hell are
you doing, man?

Sorry, I was, uh--

I was reviewing the, um,

cases you've been assigned
since I was away,

I've been away
for 48 hours.

Hadn't you noticed?

Matter of fact,
I did notice.

We all did, it was
a scary time.

We weren't sure we could

keep this whole “law and
order” thing going,

but you're back
now, thank God.

Since when is a stolen pet

a major case?

Since its owner is a
close personal friend

of the mayor's, that's when.

Do you mind?

Sorry.

I was hoping to
find a distraction.

Did you say
“find” or “cause”?

Your brother, Andre,

he's an ex-con, right?

What's that have to do
with anything?

So, from what I understand,

he's been doing very well
since he got out, right?

He's staying on the
straight and narrow, yes?

He's got a job,
his own place,

yeah, he's doing good. Why?

What do you think would happen
if he went back to prison?

I think my mom's heart
would break.

No, what if he went back

not because he
committed a new crime,

but because of a mistake?

Because of a technicality?

Do you think
all of his hard work

would be for nothing?

Would he revert back
to the man he was?

In about ten seconds.

You want to tell me
why you're asking?

This is you
making the most

of your last day, is it?

Miss Raquel lives
just underneath,

82-years-old.

She told me a couple days ago

she had a leak in her ceiling.

I didn't feel right
going to prison

without fixing it.

Got your tools back, I see.

Yep.

Man at the pawnshop
didn't even charge me interest.

Maybe my luck
is starting to change.

Just got back from the lab.

Your prints were
on the .38.

So you came here to break
the news to me in person?

Nah, I came here
to give you this.

What is it?

It's the cloth I used
to wipe the gun.

Hadn't been
processed yet.

When it is, there won't
be any prints on it.

How did you...

The less you know about
that, the better.

It's your second
second chance.

Do make the most of it.

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