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Then the tall drink of water
looks down at Lenny and says,

"Don't forget to bring a step ladder."

You're seriously for
defunding the department?

All I'm saying is that it's
worth listening to new ideas.

- What, new ideas from a traitor?
- Hey!

Back off!

I got an idea for you.

We're still off the record, right?

All right, let's wind it up, boys.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, let's go.

This clown doesn't think
we can do our job.

- Maybe just try listening!
- Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Come on.

We're still off the record, right?

Well, where is he?

At this moment, I'm not sure.

So you've seen him.

Oh, yes, I've seen him.

Ouch, I hope the other guy looks worse.

And what gave the NYPD
a black eye today?

It's no big deal.

Pretty big from where I'm standing.

Who hit who?

A couple of our guys got into it

about defunding the department.

A couple of our guys?

And one of them was defending it?

Mm-hmm.

Officer Paul Salter expressed support

for a certain reassignment of funds.

Officer Christopher Zeale
objected, strenuously.

Salter ended up in the ER.

As far as I'm concerned,
they guy had it coming.

A cop calling to defund cops?

As far as we know,
the press doesn't have it.

Did I mention I was drinking

with a couple of Metro reporters?

No, you did not.

But I specifically told them
"off the record."

Mayor's office. You've been summoned.

Tell the mayor I'll be there
when I'll be there.

- Here you go, Sarge.
- Thank you.

Hey, Mr. Reeves. Good to see you.

I hear it's Sergeant Reagan now.

Yeah, well, "Jamie" is
just fine for you.

Now I know why I don't
see you around the neighborhood.

Well, I'm-I'm still around.

I just cover the entire precinct

from a supervisor's car.

- How's the store?
- I don't get robbed

since you caught the
gangbangers breaking into my place.

Good. What brings you in?

I screwed up.

Can't be that bad.

I owe my bookie 23 grand.

Or maybe it can. Who's the bookie?

Teddy T. He works out of
McCallister's bar.

I'm gonna pay what I owe.

But when I went to see Teddy
to buy a little time,

one of his goons pushed me
against the wall

and said he'd hurt me, my family.

You definitely screwed up, Jason.

I know.

Now I'm looking to get even
without getting killed.

It's not personal, Danny.

The hell it's not, come on.

The biggest shipment of drugs

on record lands in 72 hours,

and now the Feds want to come in

and take over the investigation?

It's their task force. Their call.

Okay, but who knows
the streets of this city

- better than us?
- No one.

Right. And until now, who has the record

for the biggest takedown
of cash and drugs

in the history of this city
since the French Connection?

- We do.
- Right.

But now we gotta listen
to some know-nothing

drugstore cowboy?

I prefer know-nothing drugstore Ranger.

Good to see you, too, Hoss Mm-hmm.

- Detective Baez.
- Ranger Gates.

- It's Major Gates now.
- Oh, Major!

Wow. You must have went out
and gotten yourself a promotion

after we tracked down
your fugitive informant.

After you let him escape.

So you're the hotshot they sent out

to head up this deal?

It's a Zaragoza cartel
operation; my specialty.

We've done okay on our own.

Yes, we have.

This is gonna take
a lot more than "okay."

This shipment has the potential
to kill hundreds

if it hits the streets.

I'm fixin' to make sure
that doesn't happen.

You're fixin' to make sure
it doesn't happen.

Anybody doesn't like it
can paint his butt white

and skedaddle with the other antelope.

I see he still has his Texas charm.

I'm gonna need somebody to ride with.

You ready to learn something?

I may be ready to teach you something.

You boys gonna play nice?

- If it's okay with you.
- Yep.

See you at the squad.

It's a lot bigger than a horse.

If I had a horse, I wouldn't need you.

Mm-hmm.

You got a ladder?

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So, where we heading in this great big,

inconspicuous truck?

My folks are trying
to locate the tractor trailer

that carried the drugs
across the border.

Well, maybe your folks
should have located it

before it came across the border.

- Cartels run that crossing.
- Mm-hmm.

Pay off border guards
to pull over dummy trucks

while the loaded ones
roll right through.

Well, maybe a good place to start is by

collaring those border guards
who are taking the payoffs.

The problem is synthetic opiates
are so lucrative

that we got new cartels crawling out of

every snake hole in the desert.

So the Zaragozas are
doubling down their shipments.

Yes, sir. Whoever controls New York

controls the market.

Great. And then we become the hub for

all the drug distribution
in the country.

Whoever wins that race

will be able to build
their own damn country.

Great. Just what this city needs.

Well, the Ace Double Treys run
distribution for the Zaragozas.

And it just so happens
that I have an informant.

Why don't we pay him a visit?

You might just turn out to be
worth a damn after all.

It's not my first rodeo.

Said the man who's never
been to a rodeo.

- Okay, you see the guy?
- That's him.

Black jacket.

All right, I'll take it from here.

I really appreciate this, Jamie.

We'll get it figured out, okay?

Excuse me, sir, you got a second for me?

I'll be damned.

Sergeant Coolidge.

Jamie Reagan.

Former sergeant.

I put in my papers last year.

- Congratulations.
- How are ya?

Thank you. You know, I put in my time.

- Yeah.
- How 'bout you?

I'm a sergeant at the 2-9.

Fantastic. First time I met you

at the Academy, I knew
you were going places.

Dead serious. I mean,

nothing to do with your last name.

Thank you, I appreciate that.

You're the... you're the best
instructor I ever had.

You know, you hang around long enough,

you learn a few things.

- Yeah.
- Let me, let me buy you a beer.

No, uh, no.

I'm actually... I'm here on business.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. You know a guy named Jason Reeves?

Heard the name.

He says you threatened him
over a gambling debt.

- Gambling?
- Yeah.

In Casablanca?

Teddy takes a little action
once in a while,

but me, I got nothing to do
with that part of the business.

I order the booze,
I work the door, you know.

So you never spoke with this guy?

I might have mentioned that
betting over your head

could be a dangerous habit.

That sounds like a threat.

- Or a solid piece of advice.
- Yeah.

Come on, let me see it.
I gotta see your shield.

"Sergeant Jamison Reagan."

That's a hell of a thing!

I'm proud of you, kid.

Come on in.

You're at ease, Officer.

Uh, yes, sir.

Thank you, Captain.

So... who started it?

Some people feel that defunding the NYPD

is a good idea.

And you disagree with that?

I think the department deserves
the loyalty

and support of its officers.

And mutual respect from its officers.

I lost my temper.

Because you believe that cops should

stand up for their brother.

Absolutely.

Well, Officer Salter is your brother.

Not calling for the department

to be defunded like that he's not.

The man is still entitled
to his opinion,

even if he is wearing our shield.

Yes, sir.

I would expect better judgment
from an officer

under my command.

I apologize.

That is for Officer Salter.

I am recommending
you come before the trial judge

and face suspension.

For throwing a couple punches at a bar?

For embarrassing the department
you claim such loyalty to.

That is all.

That's him.

You, beat it.

Turn around. There you go.

- How you doing, Rudy?
- Easy.

What's with the cuffs?

Well, if I don't cuff you,
and we talk out here,

all your buddies are gonna
know you're an informant.

We wouldn't want that, would we?

Now, get in the vehicle. Get up!

Rudy, Major Gates.

Hey, man. Dig the hat.

Bless your heart.

Word is Zaragoza cartel
got a shipment coming in.

What do you know about it?

You know I don't do
that kind of business.

Rudy tends to work
with smaller operators.

Poison's poison.

The big gangs handle Zaragoza product.

With intel like that, it's no wonder

you're such a valuable informant.

But he does have a set of ears,

and I'm sure he's heard something.

Isn't that right, Rudy?

Look, man, I could

get real jammed up
talking about the Zaragozas.

Son, if I search you,
you'd get real jammed up

for the junk you've got in your pocket.

Look, Detective, I thought
we had an understanding.

Okay, you leave me out
of cartel business.

Well, this time it's different, okay?

So start talking, Rudy.
I know you know something.

This jog your memory, Rudy?

Now that I think about it,

I heard about a meeting
happening between

the Zaragozas and the ADTs downtown.

When?

Tonight.

You happy?

Give the boy his money.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you ask around
about Sergeant Coolidge?

Yeah. I talked to the uniforms
that cover the sector

- where the bookie bar is.
- And?

And Terry T is for sure taking
bets out of that location.

Field Intelligence Officer
confirms that, too.

According to our guys,
Sergeant Coolidge is definitely

involved in the business.

Collecting bets?

And leaning on folks
when they can't pay.

I checked up on Teddy T.
He's been collared twice

for promoting gambling,

along with a few of his enforcers.

- But Coolidge has skated?
- Exactly.

Coolidge was a cop's cop. You know?

Respected by the brass.
That goes a long way.

It's not a "stay out of jail free" card.

He did a lot of good
for the city, Jamie.

And there's not a lot
of innocent victims

in the gambling business.

Meaning what?

Sometimes you look the other way.

- What do we got?
- Seven shooting victims, Detective.

All of 'em ADT, all of 'em DOA.

All of 'em ADT?

Thinking maybe it's a rival gang

trying to mess with Zaragoza business?

Maybe not.

Cartel trademark.
This was a Zaragoza hit.

Okay, but the ADTs do
distribution with the Zaragozas.

Why would the Zaragozas want to
mess up their own distribution?

Caught intel a week ago
the ADTs were stepping on

Zaragoza product to increase
their own profits.

Okay, but the ADTs are
also muscle for the Zaragozas.

Somebody messes with their product,

the Zaragozas send their own assassins.

Well, this guy's one
stone-cold killer, I'll tell you that.

Yep.

Can't wait to meet him.

Sorry.

I am used to it.

So...

you called me.

That bar fight.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

That bar fight is
an internal police matter

and will be handled as such.

It's become a New York matter.

Not to me.

Well, you're welcome
to your opinion, but...

I am recommending suspension
for Officer Zeale.

For what?

For attacking a fellow officer.

I thought he was defending himself.

No, that was Officer Salter.

You're suspending the cop who
stood up for your department?

For his actions, yes.

Not his opinions.

Zeale instigated the altercation,

and the other guy
was entitled to his opinion.

An opinion I do not share, by the way,

unlike your stance
when this issue first broke.

Yesterday's news.

I represent the people
of the City of New York,

and their views have evolved.

Ah, a conveniently moving target.

Tourists don't want to hear

"fewer cops."

Neither do businesses,
parents, the elderly...

Mr. Mayor,
I have one single agenda here:

to make it clear
it is unacceptable for a cop

to attack a fellow officer,

whether that is over fiscal politics

or where to grab lunch.

- This is bigger than that.
- Not by the scales

I weigh it on.

Latest polls:
New Yorkers' biggest fear...

Crime.

Crime always comes in first or second.

More than half of this town

favors increasing the NYPD budget.

- So? Good news.
- So when a Zeale

goes after a cop who wants less cops,

the city backs him up.

Not the whole city.

Just the one that votes for you.

Come again?

Wealthy New Yorkers...
Your constituency...

They are not threatened by police.

But the blue-collar workers,
many of them minorities,

the ones who ride the subways

and live in crime-ridden neighborhoods,

some of them do.

Whose side are you on here?

I don't have a side... I make decisions

based on rules and protocol,

guided by facts, not polls.

So I'm, what...

a hack politician?

No.

A very smart one.

So...

please quit trying
to micromanage a business

you wouldn't even know
how to turn the lights on

in the morning.

Well, you take a look at every truck

that came through that checkpoint, okay?

The shipment made it across the border.

It didn't just disappear.

- Reckon not.
- That's all you got to say?

"I reckon not"?

Zaragozas have smuggling
down to a science.

From the farmers to the lab
to the truck to the border.

Well, not for nothin',

you guys work on that border...
It'd be nice

if you could keep the stuff on
the other side of it for once.

A lot of good men died
trying to do just that,

including my partner.

I know.

I apologize. And not for nothin'...

No demand up here,
no drug cartels down there.

True. You got me there.

How's your doughnut?

Can't get a good steak in these parts,

but you make some damn fine doughnuts.

Well, that's true, too.

Great. El Paso Intel's
got nothing. Squat.

Likely because the border
guard's on the cartel payroll.

Well, now we're right where
we started, which is nowhere.

You gotta relax.

Have a doughnut.

Gates.

Hey, Merle.

How's your mama feeling?

You don't say.

Well, you tell those Fed boys
we'll be over right quick.

Thank you kindly.

You all done with this
week's episode of Hee Haw?

They just found the truck in New Jersey.

With the driver.

Why didn't you say so?

- I just did.
- Well, were the drugs in the truck?

Truck was picked clean.

Why don't you and I mosey over
and question that driver.

Yeah, let's mosey.

Ah, it's just great
being back in a precinct again.

Still lousy with cops.

You know, I worked this house
back in the day.

Yeah, well, we've been through

some rough days, but, uh,
we're righting the ship.

Well, they're damn lucky
to have a guy like you

wearing the stripes. I mean that.

Why'd you ask me down here?

There's no easy way to say this, Sarge,

but you've been named
on a few intel reports

as making collections for Teddy T.

Is that so?

Why haven't I been collared?

You got a lot of respect
from your time on the job.

Ah.

I figure some guys
may be cutting you some slack.

What about you?

- Especially me.
- Good.

Then, again,

What am I doing here?

The stuff that you taught me,

I use on the job every day.

There's no way I can pay back that debt.

Well, you got a funny way of showing it.

Just think that you should
consider another line of work.

The department has resources...

No, no, no. Maybe I'll just
go stare at a bank of computers,

making bubkes an hour.

There's a lot of other opportunities.

I got a job.

That's illegal.

Seems like you must have forgotten

everything I taught you
about probable cause.

'Cause you've got none.

It's just a matter of time
before you get jammed up, Sarge.

The word of your degenerate
gambling buddy against mine?

I'll take my chances.

Sheesh.

You know, you asked me once,

what was the difference between
being a lawyer and a cop.

And do you remember what I said?

Loyalty.

Says here on your manifest
you were hauling tomatoes.

- Sure.
- Feds found

a bunch of traps all over your rig.

What kind of secret tomatoes
we talking about?

No comment.

"Yes" or "no" is how this is gonna work,

unless you want to chew on that table.

I don't know. Truck was empty

when the Feds picked you up.

What happened to your cargo?

I stopped for gas.

Maybe someone stole it.

Recognize this?

- Nope.
- Looks to us like you

and a bunch of gangbangers
unloading the drugs

you smuggled in from Mexico.

I remember those guys.

They needed directions.

On how to kill folks?

I think they got that down.

One of those goons
has a Dragon Clan tattoo.

Is that who the cartel's using

instead of the ADTs?

Look, man, I get paid
to drive the truck.

What's back there, none of my business.

How much you make on a run
from Mexico to Manhattan?

Six grand.

Little more if it's a rush job.

One hell of a rush job,

'cause we found 30 grand
in a trap in your dashboard.

Well, what can I say?

I'm an excellent driver.

And a lousy liar.

Either you tell us where the
Dragon Clan took those drugs,

or this goes bad for you right quick.

Why don't you ask the Zaragozas?

He's asking you, smart-ass. Or maybe you

don't know the federal sentence
for drug smuggling.

No, what I do know

is the sentence for crossing the cartel.

And those guys...

are animals.

I ain't going out that way.

I got nothing more to say.

Come in.

- Hey, you wanted to see me, boss?
- Yeah.

Close the door.

- What's up?
- Got an intel report here you generated

regarding suspected
gambling activity at Teddy T's.

Yeah. There a problem?

You mean besides Kevin
Coolidge's name being on it?

Vic named him as the muscle
who threatened him.

Well, from what I hear, Coolidge
denied laying hands on this guy.

You saying you spoke to Coolidge?

Whom I spoke to is
none of your business, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.
- Coolidge and I

worked at the 7-4 together.

He's a hell of a cop
and a hell of a guy.

I got a ton of respect for him.

All right, so what's this?

Coolidge has worked for Teddy T
for three years.

Only reason he hasn't been collared

is 'cause he was on the job,
he knows how to game the system.

A system he's made
a hell of a lot better.

This isn't about that.

And now his wife is sick.

And the place he's got her in
is big bucks.

Which is why he's working for Teddy.

Not to leave this room.

Listen...

you're a good cop, Jamie.

But you're also a lucky cop.

You got a lot of good breaks.

- What's that mean, boss?
- Meaning maybe

you should think about that... Okay?

Before this report
officially enters the system.

When the hell were you gonna tell me?

I was trying to surprise you.

I'm not talking about the doughnuts.

When you saw those dead ADTs,
it rang a bell for you.

- I don't follow.
- The hell you don't follow.

I looked up your
partner Dex's autopsy photo.

He had the same mark on his face
as all those dead ADTs did.

Go figure.

I did go figure.
You know what I figured?

Whoever killed those ADTs

is the same person
who killed your partner.

And if it was?

Well, that would explain
why a boss like you

is up here working a street operation.

To take out the person
who took out your partner.

You got a hell of an imagination.

Really?

Juan Carlos Lopez.

Call him "El Demonio."

- The Demon.
- He's got

more bodies on him than
any cartel muscle in Mexico.

Well, you see, that's the
problem we have here, cowboy.

He's not in Mexico.

He's here in New York City.

And he's the only reason you're here...

So you can take him out
for taking out your partner.

I'm here to stop a drug shipment.

Which comes before dealing
with The Demon.

Two birds...

one shot.

What's up?

Oh, that eye is coming along nicely.

Got a little lavender
along the cheekbone.

You call me in here
just to break my balls?

I wish.

We got a major problem.

What the hell is this?

Read.

Son of a bitch.

That's Mayor Son of a Bitch to you.

He's talking like he was

against defunding the cops
the whole time.

It gets worse.

"What the city needs is
real leadership at One PP"?

- What a backstabbing prick he is.
- Technically,

I think a Times op-ed
calling the PC soft on crime

makes him a front-stabbing prick.

And no heads-up from the mayor's people?

Zilch. Total sneak attack.

Boss ain't gonna be happy about it.

Look at you. Zoltar the All-Knowing.

Yeah.

You working on the Lord's day?

These drugs
aren't gonna find themselves.

I owe you an apology.

You want to make a confession,

there's a church down on the corner.

I should've told you about El Demonio.

I was taught never to shoot
at two targets at once.

Splits your focus.

Dex and I went through
Ranger training together.

He was my partner and my brother,

and I swore I'd send

the bastard who killed him
straight to hell.

And if Dex was my partner,

I would probably say the same thing.

And there will be a time and a place

to catch that prick.

But this ain't that time.

'Sides, for all we know,
that son of a bitch

could be back in Mexico by now.

You're right.

I know.

Don't you
have family dinner this evening?

I could be late.

You go on.

I'll work the case.

You're a good man, Danny.

I expect that Sunday
dinner helped make you one.

Well, you find anything,
you let me know.

Sure enough.

Okay.

Hey. TV's over here, bub.

Dinner ready?

In a minute.

You thinking about Coolidge?

Gormley was out of line throwing
that report back in my face.

Coolidge is his friend, Jamie.

Yeah. Which makes it worse.

He was just saying

not everything's black
and white, is all.

Well, either you're a thumb-breaker

for a bookie or you're not.

It seems pretty black and white to me.

And this guy's whole past as
a cop goes out the window?

Guy who came to me placed illegal bets.

I named him in my report.

But Coolidge gets a pass
because he was a cop?

You told me Coolidge helped
you decide to become a cop.

Yeah. Everybody from Pop to Sean
put in their two cents.

But Coolidge asked me
the right question.

Which was?

He said...

forget about Joe
and the Reagan family tradition.

Just ask yourself,
why do you want to become a cop.

What'd you say?

'Cause I want to help people.

Coolidge said that was the right answer.

Look, I'm not gonna
tell you what to do, um,

but if I owed a guy a
good part of my career,

I would lose a lot of sleep
before I put him away.

Come on,
it's your wife... you got to tell her.

- See?
- Why?

First kiss is personal, but you...

you can't keep secrets
between each other.

It's not a secret.
My grandfather taught me

never to kiss and tell. Right, Pop?

Now, now, now, now,
leave me out of this.

I think

I'm Switzerland on this.

- Yeah.
- It's not that hard, Uncle Jamie.

Kathy McCordy, in her garage,

up against her father's BMW.

- Whoa.
- Oh.

What a romantic.

What? You take what you can get.

Thanks for sharing.

Did you guys dent the BMW?

- Actually...
- Don't...

answer that.

All right, as long

as we're confessing...

We already know. You and Randy Goodwin

swapped spit under the bleachers.

Correct.

But not before I made out
with his brother Bobby

behind the ice cream stand.

That's disgusting.

- Brothers?!
- Gross.

You tramp.

They were both so cute,
I couldn't choose.

That's horrible, though.

What about you, Gramps?

Anne Marie Ferrari.

Calves like bowling balls.

That was a good thing in the old days.

Still are, as far as I'm concerned.

Aunt Anne Marie?

Not a blood relative.

It was a mere flirtation,

until your mother stole my heart.

Emily Parker for me.

Man, did she know her way
around a hickey.

Uh, TMI.

They called her "The Vampire."

Okay! All right!

- That's enough.
- What? No!

I didn't name her that!

All right, that's enough.

Oh, my God.

Anyway, it's not like
you ever told me, so...

Well, it's not like you ever asked.

But now that you have, um...

Elizabeth Jensen.

Oh.

Uh, what?

Wait.

Elizabeth?

We were five,

and we were summer camp
swimming buddies.

- Oh.
- Okay.

Spill.

Okay, Laurie Kaplan.

Get out of town.

You made out with the rabbi's daughter?

When he found out I wasn't Jewish,

he chased me out of the house
with a baseball bat.

Whoa!

See? That wasn't so hard.

You know, it's awfully quiet

down this end of the table, Dad.

Yeah!

Yeah. Come on.

Come on, Dad, let's go!

Spill it! Spill it! Details!

Okay, okay.

Um, for purposes of this conversation,

and all future ones,

I never had a real kiss
until I kissed your mom.

I call bluff.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Come on.

Don't you tell.

Gates.

Are you sure it's him?

Got it.

Much obliged.

Let's go. Let's move, let's move.

Ranger Gates.

Or should I say...

Major.

I never forget a hat.

Turn around.

You knew I'd come for you.

Your partner's in hell.

It's time for you to join him.

But first...

...I'm gonna cut you up nice,

and make you look just like him.

Drop the knife!

The only person going to hell
tonight's gonna be you.

Keep your hands up.

How in the hell'd you find me? I knew

you wouldn't call me if you
found this son of a bitch,

so I put a GPS tracker on your truck.

I owe you.

Now, take off.

Me and El Demonio got
unfinished business.

This is for Dex, you son of a bitch.

Whoa. No.

No, cowboy.

Not like this.

Shut up. Let's go.

We need an address, Lopez. Now.
We're running out of time.

Nah. Your time's running out.

My operation's right on schedule.

To killing innocent people.

We don't make anybody take drugs.

They take them themselves.

Oh. Till they're addicted.

Then there isn't
much choice left, is there?

Supply and demand.

Mm.

You get it?

Boys in the property clerk's
office were happy to oblige.

Do you recognize what that is?

Zaragoza heroin

laced with fentanyl.

So?

So you're gonna tell us
where that shipment is,

or you're gonna sample
some of your own medicine.

Can't do that.

- Try us.
- And I'd say

one scumbag drug dealer's life

in exchange for hundreds
of innocent lives

is a very fair exchange. Wouldn't you?

Big-time.

Last chance.

Tell us where the shipment is,

or we'll see you at the morgue.

What's the matter, Juan? You're
sweating like a whore in church.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Address.

Get him off me.

Now.

Thank you.

When I get back,

I'm gonna take you down to Texas, Juan.

We know how to deal
with boys like you back home.

Just read your report
on the Teddy T incident.

Yeah, figured you might.

Coolidge's name is still in it.

Vic pointed him out... no way I
can look the other way on that.

No way you can, or no way you will?

I followed procedure, boss.

And put a good man's reputation

and possibly freedom in jeopardy?

All due respect, Lieutenant,
but he did that, not me.

But, Jamie, you could've helped him out.

Your friend gets collared
for driving drunk near a school,

you give him a pass?

No. But Coolidge never hurt anybody.

That's up to the D.A. to decide.

Coolidge has got a lot of friends.

This ain't gonna make you real popular.

That's not why I'm here.

Just like your old man.

What kind of maniacs use
a day care to process drugs?

Zaragozas aren't known
for being civic-minded.

No, they're not. Reagan.

They're holed up in the basement.

Did all the kids get out?

Copy that. We're good to go.

Let's do this.

Go.

Out of the way, sir.

Now, who do we have here?

I'm Tracy. Did I miss recess?

No, ma'am. We got to get
out of here right quick.

Take care of my best girl, you hear?

It's okay. Keep the pressure on it.

Nice of you to join us.

Now we're even for The Demon.

Good, we're even. Let's celebrate.

What do you say we end this?

You're the boss.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Go.

Gun!

Move in, move in, move in!

Go, go, go!

That was for Dex.

Thanks, partner.

You're welcome, partner.

- Well, that sure got messy.
- Yeah.

Gunfight at the Zaragoza Corral.

You watched too many Westerns
when you were little.

Turns out some of those
Westerns were accurate.

You did a hell of a job
running that operation.

I'd have been dead halfway through

if it hadn't been for you.

Dinner finished early.
Had some spare time.

You see Lopez's face

when I held this vial up to his mouth?

Yes, I did.

How'd the powdered sugar hold up
without the doughnut attached?

- It's missing something.
- Yeah.

- But it ain't half bad.
- No.

But it was a good idea you had.

El Demonio should have gone

into the powdered sugar business.

Way less dangerous.

Yeah. Speaking of powdered
sugar, I'm a little hungry.

I could use a dozen.

- I'm buying.
- Good.

I'm eating.

Oh, look what the rat dragged in.

I had no choice but to name you
in my report.

Agree to disagree.

I never wanted to jam you up.

Again, you got a funny way
of showing it.

So what,

you're here to arrest me now?

No. The D.A. couldn't find any evidence

to charge you with a crime.

Clearly, they understand the rules...

But it was their call to make.

And I'm glad that you skated on this,

but that doesn't mean
that your hands are clean.

Look, it was your pal
who made those bets.

Not me. Not you.

He lost. That kind of money,

there'll be consequences.

He gets that,
but he just wanted more time.

That's all any of us want.

Look, did I put a scare in him?

Yeah.

Did I lay hands on him?

I did not.

You threatened to.
You put him up against the wall.

I was a cop
when you were in grade school.

I know where the line is.

Your pal's lucky it wasn't one

of the other guys
that caught his ticket.

The money he owes,

he couldn't have taken
a serious beating.

How's your wife doing these days?

You know, good days and bad.

I hear you got her in a nice place.

Pricey.

- Yeah.
- And that's why you're here.

Yeah.

But you got to be able to find
something you can afford

on your pension or with a legit job.

I worked my ass off on the job 30 years,

but I was never home.

You know what I mean?
I was never there for Jenny.

Figure the least I can do is, uh...

try to be there for her now, you know?

But she wouldn't want you
breaking the law.

She don't know.

And she never will.

What the hell's this?

I owe you more than I can ever
repay for what you taught me.

For your wife's expenses.

Jamie, come on.

Uh...

I appreciate it, kid.

I-I can't take your money.

I'll do anything I can to help you out.

You already did.

I gotta finish up.

You know, you could stop by for a beer

every once in a while.

Okay.

Any sign of him?

He just arrived.

25 years ago I would have asked you

to step outside.

Even 25 years ago I would have
been too smart to go.

And what you wrote
wasn't street fighting,

if that's what your minions told you.

Street fighting is rolling in the gutter

and biting off an ear.

Like your Officer Salter,
I'm entitled to my opinion.

And this could have gone away quietly.

But you had to climb on top
of the First Amendment

and start yodeling.

I did my job.

What you did was a hatchet job.

You moved to suspend a cop
for wanting to do his job.

For attacking a fellow officer.

And he damn well deserved it.

Does the self-righteousness
come naturally,

or do you practice in the mirror?

Not self-righteous...

just right.

This is way bigger than
a cop fight at a bar.

It is now, I know that.

Because you threw your own guy
under a bus.

I threw the book at him.

The book that has our rules in it.

What the hell is your win here?

It is the only way I know of

to keep the other 35,000 cops in line,

on board, and working out there

by that book.

And that's the win I really care about.

Now what?

You're the boss. You tell me.

That's rich.

I don't go looking for fights with you.

I got enough fights any given day.

Yeah, me, too.

I can only imagine.

And I mean that.

You got an even tougher job than I do.

Plus, you don't have to deal with you

on top of everything else.

That, too, I guess, yeah.

My pop says...

when there's nothing left to say...

say it over a drink.

I like this bar over on the river.

I'll wait outside.

Two minutes.

I swear.