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Come on. You know that's cheating.

Excuse me. That's how you play the game.

Technically, but the
point of the game is

to come up with challenging words.

No, the point of the game
is to win, and I did.

Ugh. Okay, rematch.

That was your rematch.

- Best of five?
- (SIGHS) You're a sore loser.

- No, you're a chicken.
- What?

Not happy to see me?

I'm always happy to see you.

He hates why we're seeing you.

Patrol sergeant on the
scene is always bad news.

Well, welcome to 2-9.

What do we got?

Victim's name is Reggie Williams.

Shot right in the head.

Execution style?

Yeah. He was scheduled
to testify against

John Marconi this week,
drug lord who rules these parts.

That's about the sixth witness

who's been murdered this year alone.

I don't know what
these politicians were thinking

when they changed the law.

Anybody with half a brain knows

you never let the bad guy know
who's testifying against them.

Well, technically,
the prosecutors are required

to inform the defense attorneys,
not the bad guys.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
defense attorneys

don't always keep privileged
information privileged.

And this time he paid the price.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

No, he has to come today.

- Mommy. Mommy.
- Sorry. Just checking.

- One second. Hi.
- Mommy. Sorry, you said you wanted

- the egg salad?
- Baby, wait, okay?

- You wanted the egg salad sandwich?
- Mommy.

- No, no, no, the turkey club, please.
- Mommy.

- The turkey club. Got it.
- Mommy.

- No, tomorrow will not work.
- Mommy.

Baby, wait five minutes, okay?

And you want ketchup,
and mayo on there? Is that okay?

- WOMAN: No. No ketchup, no mayo.
- No ketchup, no mayo.

- WOMAN: No ketchup, no mayo.
- And you wanted the...

WOMAN: No, tomorrow is not gonna work!

Just... I'm sorry. Hold on. What?

You wanted the large
side of fries, correct?

WOMAN: No, small, please. Small fries.

- CLERK: Sorry.
- It's okay.

- And do you want mayo instead?
- No, no may...

- No, no mayo.
- No ketchup, no mayo. Got it.

Okay, well, he has to come.
Please don't put me on hold. I... Ugh!

Is there anything
else I can get for you?

WOMAN: No. Um, uh...

CLERK: Pack of gum? Apple juice?

No, lemonade, please. Lemonade.

Jenny?

Now, is there anything
else I can get for you?

- Jenny, where are you?
- (ENGINE STARTS)

(GASPS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(GASPS) Jenny!

Jenny!

What are you doing? Don't pause it now.

He's an off-duty cop.

Now watch this.

You recognize him, boss?

I'm not sure.

He's that kid

from Firearms that you had me look into.

Oh, yeah.

(LAUGHING): You sure can pick
'em. I mean, what are the odds?

What's his name?

I'm not sure.

Detective Joe Hill.

No, his name is Hero Cop Joe Hill.

He's gonna be the new
poster boy for the NYPD.

A hero will rise.

Couldn't come at a better time.

I'm gonna roll this out like

a big new action movie
starring Tom Cruise,

and he's our Tom Cruise.

I'm not so sure about that.

Then it's a good thing
it's me and not you

who's the deputy commissioner
of public information.

His record is squeaky clean,
he checks all the boxes.

There's literally zero downside

to making this kid the face of the NYPD.

Unless you count the black eye
and the missing teeth

that end up being drawn on
every poster in every precinct.

Small price to pay

for the best PR this
department's had in a long time.

Depends on the one who's paying it.

Need to prep him for his 2:00.

We can pick this up later.

Frank?

I'll think about it.

I think you need to
talk to your grandson.

I know that.

Because if what they want
to make happen happens,

the whole world is gonna know it.

I know that, too.

Where is she?

- I said, where is she?
- Oh, um, I...

Great.

She's busy.

Not for me, she's not.

Stay the hell out of this, Abetmarcus.

- It's "Abetemarco."
- Whatever.

It's okay, Anthony.

You wanted to see me?

How could you?

Well, you'd be surprised
on how easy it was, actually.

You know when you prosecute a case

but you walk away with mixed feelings?

- Mm.
- Yeah, none of that.

Not even a little.

You betrayed this office
and everyone in it.

All lies. Another
overreaching prosecutor.

All true. Another corrupt politician.

Oh, you miscalculated.

You showed your hand way too early.

This isn't even halftime.

Actually, it's game over.

Sir? Sir, you're under arrest.

Put your hands behind your back.

You think this is over?
This is not over.

You think this is over?!

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WOMAN: I begged him not to testify.

I told him how dangerous Marconi was.

We know how hard this is for you.

How did they find out

my Reggie was gonna take
a stand against Marconi?

- There's a new law.
- A stupid new law.

BAEZ: It says the prosecution

has to tell the defense the
names of those testifying against.

We think Marconi's lawyer gave
your husband's name up.

(VOICE BREAKING):
We had a fight last night.

And this morning,

I could feel him

standing behind me
while I was at the sink.

He was trying to say goodbye.
(INHALES SHARPLY)

Trying to make up.

I pretended
I didn't even know he was there.

Listen to me. Where he is now,

he knows exactly how much you love him.

I can be so small sometimes,

so petty, but not Reggie.

Mm. He was so much bigger
than me in every way.

Stand in the face of danger
and still do the right thing...

That's more than big. That's huge.

Your dad was a hero, you know.

Then why is he dead?

Because God needed
Daddy's help up in heaven.

But I need him here.

I know you do.

I do, too.

Then make him come back.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Um, you know...

I think your daddy is here
with all of us right now.

In fact, I think I can see him.

You know where?

Right there inside your heart.

Can you feel him?

I want you to tell your dad
something for us, okay?

Would you do that?

I want you to tell your dad

that we're gonna find
the people who did this,

and they're gonna pay.

And that's a promise.

- Okay?
- Okay.

This isn't even halftime.

- Actually, it's game over.
- Actually, it's game over.

Oh, will you knock it off?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, please. You love it.

Probably practiced that line
in front of the mirror for a week.

- Actually...
- Uh.

Where'd you get that, anyway?

Horowitz in Sex Crimes, uh,

filmed the whole thing on his phone.

He texted it to me. I forwarded to you.

Uh, no, that's okay.

Yeah, right. Like you're not
gonna watch it on a loop all night.

- Uh, no, I won't.
- Yeah, well, one day,

you can play it for your grandkids

and show them what a tough broad
you were back in the day.

Well, hopefully "tough broad"
will be stricken

from the lexicon by then.

And if it's not, you can make it so.

As the new Manhattan district attorney.

I am not the new district attorney.

- Yet.
- No. Shh. Don't. Don't.

What, jinx it?

Come on, Erin. You're a slam dunk.

Excuse me. Please stop! Ex-Excuse me!

We just need
to speak to him for a second.

Afternoon, Counselor.

ASSISTANT: Mr. Raby,

I tried to stop them.

- Them who?
- Detective Reagan and Baez.

Hmm. Not a pleasure. Please go.

No can do.

You got a court order,

or is this just straight-up harassment?

No, actually. We just have a problem.

Don't we all? Get security.

There is no need for any of that.

We just have a few questions.

Starting with this one.

Is that your family
there in that picture,

Mr. Rabys? 'Cause, see,
that's the crux of our problem.

You get to go home
to your children tonight,

but Reggie Williams doesn't get
to go home to his daughter.

Last warning. You need to leave now.

Your client, John Marconi,
shot a man dead.

Execution style.

- I don't know anything about that.
- Yeah, you do.

You gave the name of a witness
testifying against Marconi,

and now that witness is dead,

and his daughter no longer has a father.

What the hell is going on here?

Please get them out
of here, Mr. Goggins.

Nice and easy there, Goggins.

We're all good. I'm retired NYPD.

Then what the hell you doing
working for this clown?

I'm head of security for
Barnes, Raby, Associates, yes.

And this is their private property, so,

how about we call it a day, Detective?

Look, I learned a long time ago
never make a promise

to a victim's family 'cause you
never know if you can keep it.

And I maybe shouldn't have
promised anything

to this little girl,

but you can be damn sure
I'm gonna keep my word to her.

He's here.

Good. Let's have him.

Now,
you don't have to do any of that stuff.

Just take a load off.

(TAPS DESK)

So...

(CHUCKLES)

How you doing, Joe?

Just another day at the office.

Some people go to the gym,
and complain about being sore all day.

Others go to get sore.

I'm not a masochist
if that's what you're saying.

You're uncommon. That's all I'm saying.

Anyone would have done what I did.

You know a lot of guys

who'd jump in front
of a speeding van, do you?

Believe me, if I'd had
a half second to think about it,

I probably would have chickened out.

You know, there is
absolutely nothing in your file

that would support that claim.

It happened. I reacted.
Nothing more than that.

Yeah. Is that what young people
call humblebragging?

I know my truth, sir.

Hmm. Okay.

To business.

Some people in my office

want you to become
the poster boy for the NYPD.

Which would come with what?

Well, think of, uh, Tom Cruise

the month before
one of his big movies comes out.

His face is everywhere.

He has to tell the same story
over and over again

and make it sound like it's
the first time he ever said it.

- Hmm.
- Stuff like that.

But he gets to be Tom Cruise.

So you're interested.

(EXHALES)

The NYPD's Top Gun?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(CHUCKLES)

Something else it might come with...

The truth may come out.

That you're my grandfather.

That I'm your grandfather.

And you're related by blood
to generations of NYPD.

In those blockbuster franchises,

- they call that your origin story.
- Hmm.

What it is in your past

that determines your destiny.

Yeah.

Not something you can take back.

Why would I want to?

(SIGHS)

- She in there?
- Uh, I'm sorry. No.

No, she's not in there?

Well, she is, but she's busy.

Well, I'm her brother,

and I'm sure she's gonna want to see me.

I'm so sorry, but she told me
absolutely nobody.

Well, I'm not nobody, so...

Look, you're right.

And honestly, you're totally scary,

so I want to do what you say,

but she's totally scary, too.

And maybe it's a family thing.
I don't know. I'm not judging.

Uh, all I know is, right now

I literally have no idea
what to do, so...

Hey.

You lost weight.

And you grew some hair.

(EXHALES) I, uh, came for a warrant.

She's busy.

Now I don't feel so bad.

I got the Heisman myself earlier today.

Guess we're gonna have to get used

to her being the top dog, huh?

No more rubber stamp

for the great Detective Danny Reagan.

Well, technically, I do have
an in with my baby sis.

Family Sunday dinner. Every week.

Good.

So you can wait five days.

Um...

Cowboys, Giants?

Sunday? I got a guy
if you're interested.

Why don't we bring you upstairs,

see if we can't cut through
some of that red tape for you.

Yeah, there you go. Hell,
this could even be the start

of a beautiful new friendship.

Nah, I don't think so.

Hello.

The mother.

Uh, Detective Reagan and Baez.

Is this the residence of John Marconi?

- I got it, Ma.
- Well...

Take your tea.

Help you?

Yeah. You can take
a few steps out of our way.

Search warrant. Move.

All right, let's go.
We're looking in, under

and behind everything. Move out.

Danny.

Why don't you check Ma's room.

You're wasting your time.

Keep your mouth shut and watch the game.

("LARGO AL FACTOTUM" FROM
THE BARBER OF SEVILLE PLAYING)

Think you're cute?

That piece of paper don't
make this your house, Detective.

I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do
in my home.

That is, unless I think
you're interfering

with a police investigation.

Are you about finished?

I got my masseuse coming in ten.

We'll see how funny it is
when I slap 20 years on you.

Nobody's got the stones to
testify against me. You know it

and I know it.

We'll see.

All right.

All right. We're done. Let's move.

You hear that?

Hear what?

Fat lady singing.

BAEZ: He's right, you know.

There's no way anyone's gonna
say one word against him. (SIGHS)

He's got this whole place on lockdown.

Got about a dozen kids up there

horsing around at this time of night.

That's what happens around here.

Hard to enforce bedtime when
the parents are out partying.

It's like a random Tuesday night,

and they're in there
having a block party.

What's with Little Lord Fauntleroy?

JAMIE: That's Marconi's kid.

Honor roll at Parker Mac Prep.

- Is he part of the family business?
- No.

He's supposed to take
the whole thing legit one day.

What's his name?

Futuro.

The future.

Well, maybe the future holds
the key to our salvation, then.

What do you got in mind?

When's the last time your
cops made some good overtime?

Hey.

(WHISPERS): Shh. Close the door.

I'm hiding.

From?

The Think Police.

- It's Thought Police.
- What?

Orwell's 1984.

It's Thought Police, not Think Police.

Okay, well, the governor's
people are in my office,

giving my entire life a colonoscopy,
and I need a break.

It's a waste of time. It's not like
they're not gonna pick you.

Apparently,
there's someone else in the mix.

Get out of here. Who?

You don't know anything about him?

Just that whoever it is,
a little birdie told me

that they came out squeaky-clean.

Eh, probably just a formality

to demonstrate they considered
other candidates.

Doesn't feel like a formality.

You got nothing to worry about.

Even if this guy is Mr. Clean,

you're still Miss Goody Two-shoes.

- I am not.
- Oh, that's right.

There was that time you went jaywalking.

In my day, I was the wild one.
A rebel, even.

Uh-huh.

I am not Miss Goody Two-shoes.

No, but you're Miss Future
Acting District Attorney,

so they have to vet you. It's no biggie.

Okay, you're not listening,
so could you just leave?

Yeah, well, there's one problem.
This is my office.

Fine.

(DOOR OPENS)

Sorry to interrupt,
but you have a visitor.

(SIGHS) What, we taking walk-ins now?

I got a call from downstairs.

You need to take this meeting.

I do?

It's Paula Hill.

Oh.

Hi.

Hi. I'm sorry for showing up like this.

I'm sure I'm breaking
all sorts of protocols.

You're family.
Family gets a pass on protocol.

Yeah, I'm not family.

(CHUCKLES): Well, you're
the mother of my grandson.

They may not have a section for that

in the greeting card aisle, but...

We're not your family.

Okay.

Yes, my son may be related
to you by blood, but I'm...

Okay, I stand corrected. I'm sorry.

It's why I'm here.

To correct me?

I want him to stay Joe Hill.

- He is Joe Hill.
- Not if it gets out who his father is.

Who his real family is.

You are his real family.

Yeah, I always thought so.

But things have changed.

He's a hero cop being paraded around.

As Detective Joe Hill.

Look, I-I...

I don't understand
what you're getting at here.

Are you gonna claim him as one of yours?

Oh, Paula.

That's just not who we are.

Well, he's all I have.

And he's a Hill

of the Warwick, Rhode Island Hills,

and that is important to us.

Well, of course it is.

I would never.

We would never.

And this is a conversation
between you and your son,

not you and me.

Yeah, it is.

If you tell him
to keep it a secret, he will.

But it's all up to him.

Please don't deny me again.

I can't deny you something

that was never in my power
to withhold in the first place.

You could talk to him.

Please.

And say what?

Uh, "forget you ever met us"?

Whatever it takes.

(SIGHS)

Okay, I'll talk to him.

On one condition.

That it's after dinner at our place

this Sunday...

and you are there.

♪

Hey. Reagan here.

How you doing, Jamie? It's Baez.

I'm doing well, Detective.
How about yourself?

Oh, you know,
another day, another collar.

Copy that.

You heard from your brother today?

No, I thought he was with you.

DANNY: Relax. I'm here.

BAEZ: About time.

DANNY: You want to trade places with me?

BAEZ: Uh, absolutely not.

DANNY: Then quit your carping.

JANKO: Hey, guys.

How you all doing?

My hamstrings are killing me.

My back's killing me.

Well, I have to go to the bathroom.

Well, Jamko and I are super ready,
and super psyched to go.

Well, goody. Is anyone else
super-duper ready to go?

- Copy.
- How about you, baby brother?

Copy.

Ready?

Go.

Go.

Go, go, go, go.

(WHISPERS): Let's go.

- DANNY: Police! Drop your weapons!
- JANKO: Police!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

BAEZ: Police! Stop!

MAN: Hey, man, get off me.

You got nothing on me, okay?

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

I didn't do nothing.

Somebody call my lawyer.

Hey, keep your hands off me.

(WHISPERS): Hey.

Can you believe this?

It was good work.

You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Aren't you? I mean, look around,

there's, like, every single one
of Marconi's soldiers in here.

- We did shut him down.
- I'm telling you, this is

a crazy cool plan
your partner cooked up.

Yeah, well, whatever you do,
do not tell him that.

Where's Danny, anyway?

Well, he's-he's your partner.

He's your brother.

♪

I come bearing gifts.

Coffee and doughnuts.

I'm gonna call you right back.

And you better have the answer
I want to hear.

Tough day at the office there, John?

Just say what you're gonna say
and then step off.

Well, I... think you got a lot more
time on your hands than you think.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means they're not coming back.

Your little foot soldiers,
they're in jail.

You think your trumped-up
bullcrap charges are gonna stick?

- Please.
- Hmm, they'll stick for a few days.

And then I'll just trump up some more.

And you don't think
I can get more soldiers?

You don't think I can get more cops?

I can do this every day if I have to.

I'm not sure you could say the same.

Hey. Big ears.

Get going to school.

Yes, sir.

Wow. Sir.

I don't get that out of my kids.

Have a good day.

I love you.

He seems like a good kid.
Fine young man.

His ears really aren't that big, though.

You got cuffs for me, or what?

Not yet.

Then get the hell out.

Well...

Enjoy your doughnuts.

She's still busy.

This is the third time today
you stopped me.

Are they still grilling her in there?

All I know is, she's busy.

And I know she needs a break.

Oh.

Uh, I'm sorry, I thought
you were still in here

with the governor's people.

They left.

My bad. I should've listened to the kid.

Apologies.

Maybe next time you'll at least
knock before barging in.

I'm kidding. Oh, my God, you
should have seen the two of you.

(LAUGHS)

Sorry, guys,
I have a twisted sense of humor.

Anthony, I'd like you to meet
Kimberly Crawford.

Um, a college friend
of mine from Atlanta.

Well, nice to meet you.
Well, not really.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, I'm gonna get out of your hair.

I... just wanted to see
how that thing went.

All good. Talk later.

Hey, what's up? I got your text.

- You mind closing the door?
- Oh.

Nothing but ears and eyeballs out there.

Did we get a big case or something?

No, it's personal.
It's about your friend.

Your college friend?

Oh. Right.

What, um... what about her?

She single?

You're kidding me, right?

What? I like a woman who busts chops.

Besides, she's great looking.

Yeah, and, uh, smart as a whip.

She's the whole package.

So, what, I'm not good enough for her?
Is that it?

- No, that's not...
- Then what, she's married?

No. I mean, maybe.
I-I don't... I don't know.

You don't know? I mean,
you've been pals since college?

I don't know, uh...

It's, uh...

Uh...

she was valedictorian
of her class at Howard.

You know, all this time
I didn't know you went

to a historically Black university.

You do remember
that I am a detective, right?

Fine.

She's not my friend from college.

No, she's the acting D.A. in Atlanta.

And as far as I can tell, we
don't have any extradition cases

with the great state of Georgia.

Which begs the question, what
the hell is she doing up here?

She is the other candidate

that the governor is considering.

I figured as much.

But what I can't figure out is
why you are breaking bread

with the competition.

It wasn't my idea.
She just showed up unannounced.

Thought it was a good idea
that we got to know each other.

You know, in that "may
the best woman win" sort of way.

Ballsy.

Yeah.

What was your takeaway?

I hate her.

Incompetent empty suit?

Brilliant force to be reckoned with.

♪

- (TIRES SQUEAL)
- Oh.

Oh, you see that?

I did.

Looked like a failure
to signal a lane change.

Yep, that's a two-point violation.

- Like me to do the honors, boss?
- Please.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN STOPS)

License and registration, please.

MAN: Yes.

Sorry, Officer.
Uh, did I do something wrong?

I don't think I did anything.

Futuro? The hell kind of name is that?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

- Who would know?
- My dad.

(CHUCKLES) I guess.

- I guess he would.
- Yeah.

Can I just get my ticket and go?

Oh, I thought you
didn't do anything wrong.

Well, I-I didn't.

- You just asked for a ticket.
- No, I didn't ask for a ticket.

No, you asked for a ticket.

I-I didn't mean it like that.
I-I guess I, um...

Sorry, that was
a weird thing to say. Sorry.

You okay there, Futuro?
You seem a little nervous.

- You're getting squirrelly.
- No,

I'm not... I'm not nervous, I just...

You're that cop
who was in my living room.

Mm.

(SNIFFING)

I smell something.
Do you smell something?

(SNIFFS)

What smell? I don't smell nothing.

- You don't smell nothing?
- Mm-mm.

You go to Parker Mac Prep, correct?

So you should know it's,
"I don't smell anything."

That's a, uh...

- Double negative.
- Double negative, right?

Anything. I don't smell
anything. Thank you.

Well, I do. So if you don't mind,

my partner's gonna take a
look inside the car, okay?

No. Thank you.

Well, yes, thank you. Probable cause.

DANNY: And I'll see your
registration now, please.

You know, the God's honest truth is,

I kind of feel badly for you.

You spend all those years
keeping your son away

from your illegal drug business,

and the one time he has to
help out in an emergency,

the cops just happen to be there
to scoop him up.

I mean, what are the odds, huh?

The future's so bright,
I gotta wear shades.

It's an '80s song.

(CHUCKLES) You don't like the '80s?

- What do you want?
- What do I want?

Well, I want you to confess to
the murder of Reggie Williams.

That's what I want.

No? Okay.

Well, then, I guess we're gonna find out

exactly how well you raised
your son over there.

I mean, I'm sure you raised him
to be hard enough

for Parker Mac Academy.

But did you raise him hard enough,
for Rikers Island, I wonder?

All right, I do this
and you cut him loose?

Do this and I'll make sure
he's tucked in tonight myself.

Deal.

What's that?

Deal.

Oh. You hear that, kid? We got a deal.

You get him home now.
He needs his sleep.

Hey, whatever you say.

- Yo, what the hell...
- Hey, hey!

Ooh, sit down.

What's your problem?

That's my mother you got
in cuffs right there.

Tha-That's your mom? Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Looks like we're having
a family reunion here.

What do you know?

What the hell are you trying
to pull here, Detective?

Me? I'm not the one that put your mom

on the Amtrak,
fully loaded with product.

You did that.

Just like you did with Futuro.

Uh, she's got to be
in this deal, too, all right?

I cop to whacking that dude,

then Mom and Futuro walk.

No, no, no, no. The deal
was for him, not for her.

You want a deal for your mom,

you're gonna have
to give me something else.

But I don't got nothing else.

Well, then it's gonna be a hell
of a long ride down to Rikers

for you and Mommy.

All set, sir.

(EXHALES)

As you were.

I always use this place when, uh...

there's a need for privacy. Sit down.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

What's the problem?

Well, it started with my C.O.
giving me the two days off

to do the interviews and take photos,

and he started calling it
"Kardashian duty."

- (CHUCKLES)
- Going around,

not really doing anything,
just... being famous.

Your C.O. always a ballbuster?

He's right, though.
That's all I'm doing,

just basking in the spotlight.

And that's not you?

No. Never was.

Even birthday parties...
I don't like 'em.

Feels like all the attention
is on me just for being me.

Well... that attention

came to you for a very good reason.

A selfless action.

It's not selfless
when you're retelling the story

for the 20th time.
Then it's just bragging.

And it's not even humblebragging,

no matter how hard you spin it.

My DCPI thinks it's very good
for the department.

He's right.

But?

But...

respectfully, can I go back to
the work you're paying me for?

(EXHALES)

What's the other reason?

What other reason?

Well, one more day of stroking
can't be all that painful.

I heard you still had chops.

I do.

Couple reporters started digging
around in my background...

(SNIFFS) asking questions
like they were, you know...

Being real reporters.

Family background,

any relatives NYPD.

And you want to keep that to yourself.

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Please don't take this the wrong way.

I couldn't possibly.

Your dad,

when he was going into the academy,

wanted to go in as Joe Conor.

Conor was his middle name,

on his mother's side.

Why?

His dad was the PC.

His grandad had been the PC.

I think he felt, as a cop, that...

he would either be standing
in our shadows

or in the spotlight.

But he was Detective Joe Reagan.

Yeah. He, uh...

finally came around to deciding
he'd rather face the music.

- (BEEP)
- Baker?

That's what your dad decided.

You do not have to make
the same decision.

Sir?

Get back out on the
street, Detective Hill.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪

♪

MARCONI: Look, I'm in a bad way,

and I need your help.

All right? They got me jammed up good.

I ain't going down on my own.
I'm telling you that.

Are you threatening me?

No. I'm just being straight with you.

We both got a lot of dirt on us.

Hang on a second.

Goggins, search him for a wire.

Oh, come on.

You can't be serious.

He's clean.

All right, now, you listen to me good.

You tell them whatever you want
about what we did together,

'cause I will deny every last thing.

And who do you think
they're gonna believe,

drug kingpin or respected lawyer?

I paid you for those witness lists.

You gave me every one
of those names, addresses.

You're in this as much as me.

Yeah. You paid me.

In cash, moron.

Why do you think that is?

So there is absolutely no trace of it.

So while you're counting away
the years in prison,

I will be counting my money.

That used to be your money.

Now who's the gangster?

The hell you smiling about?

(EXHALES)

Get him the hell out of here.

I can't do that, sir.

And why the hell not?

Because Goggins is the one
wearing the wire.

Goggins?

Once a cop, always a cop.

Stand up. You're under arrest.

I'll see you at Rikers...

gangsta.

(HANDCUFFS CLACKING)

Told you I'd keep my promise.

You have the right to remain silent.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

What, are you moving in here?

Yes, Anthony.

I thought it was time we take
our relationship to a new level.

You look like hell.

And you're sweeping me
off my feet again.

Is there a reason
you're hiding out in here?

I'm a good person, right, Anthony?

For the most part.

I mean, I...

try to do the right thing.

I treat people with respect.

I'm fair. Right?

Fair-ish.

When am I not fair?

When you cheat at, uh, cards,

chess, Monopoly,

Chutes and Ladders,

- Jenga...
- Okay, just because I win

doesn't mean I cheat.

Okay, fine. For the record,

you're a wonderful human being.

Thank you.

Then how come I can't find it
in my heart to be happy for her,

when I know I should?

Oh, no.

The governor called.

He will be announcing Kimberly Crawford

as the next D.A. Monday morning.

Oh, Erin, I'm so sorry.

♪

Every Sunday?

Come hell or high water.

Like, literally every single Sunday?

Every single solitary Sunday.

Of our entire lives.

You guys have never canceled
family dinner?

Never. Not once.

Never will. Not gonna happen.

What if one of you gets sick?

If it's just a cold, you wash
your hands and take a seat.

How do you know this?

You think I didn't ask
all these same questions

- my first time here?
- (CHUCKLING)

JANKO: Something else you should know...

Attendance is mandatory.

Yeah, unless you're bleeding,

your butt better be in that seat.

Exactly.

Busted-up nose.

100-degree fever.

DANNY: Which you like to
pretend to have every now and again

so he doesn't have to go to school.

(CHUCKLES) Unless it's more serious,

like when Grandpa had a heart attack.

JAMIE: In that case,
family dinner comes to you.

You all just crowded
into his hospital room?

No, we commandeered the commissary.

We had a big bird

and all the fixings. It was great.

I wheeled up.

- (CHUCKLING)
- ERIN: Yeah.

And no matter what day of
the week your birthday falls on,

your birthday dinner is...

- here on Sunday.
- Mm-hmm.

(PHONE BUZZING)

My wedding reception.

Our rehearsal dinner.

All right. Anything else I should know?

No phones at the table.

(PHONE BUZZING)

No texts, no calls.

Yes. That's a rule.

Except when it's not.

Excuse me.

PAULA: Wow, no phones.

That's so... last century.

Well, we also churn our own butter,

- which is, what, two centuries?
- (CHUCKLING)

I don't know what's
what with you people.

That's kind of the point.
It keeps you on your toes.

(CHUCKLES): Seems exhausting.

No, it's-it's invigorating, actually.

Keeps me young. Keeps them on...

the straight and narrow. And him, too.

(PAULA CHUCKLES)

Everything okay?

Apparently,

someone got to someone in
the Suffolk County offices

about a certain birth certificate.

It'll be on the websites tonight.

They know who you are.

The secret is out.