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I love driving back.

I looked for a place down here when I got my gold shield. So, what happened?

Well, one month's rent on a one-bedroom

costs more than my car.

Yeah. What's wrong with Brooklyn anyway?

Nothing, but, I mean, check this out--

it's beautiful, it's safe.

Well, judging by the call we just got,

I don't think it's that safe.

What do we got?

Ted Kramer, Wall Street guy.

Gunshot to the head.

Close range.

They didn't take his fancy watch.

No signs of forced entry?

No, Detective.

It's a serious security system.

COP: Checked it. Disabled. Whoever pulled the trigger

probably took care of that after this guy let him in.

No signs of a struggle, nothing stolen.

I don't think it's a burglary.

Looks like a professional hit.

Question is, who'd want Mr. Kramer here dead?

EDDIE: Don't take this

the wrong way.

You drive just like my grandmother.

Yeah, well, you drive like my brother when he was 14, so...

You can't drive till you're 16, chief.

Exactly. I'm just saying, it's not like you're gonna get a ticket.

Well, if I do, it's not like my rich dad is gonna pay it for me.

Boy Scout. Daddy's girl.

(over radio): All units, shots fired, corner of Clinton and 12th.

12 David responding.

(siren wailing)

That's more like it, yeah.

(tires screech)

(gunshots)

We got two suspects drawing shots from behind that car.

JAMIE: Okay.

Go, go, go!

JAMIE: Police! Drop your weapons!

(gunshot)

All right, stay here. I'm going around.

No. Stay, stay.

Give it up!

You're not getting out of here!

Drop your weapon! Drop it! Put 'em on the ground right now! On the ground!

On the ground! Put 'em down! On the ground now!

JAMIE: On the ground! Hands behind your head!

EDDIE: On the ground!

JAMIE: Central, 12 David. Keep 'em coming.

I got two under.

One fled the scene.

(gunshot in distance)

Stay here.

WOMAN: Why'd you have to shoot him? The kid was unarmed.

(indistinct shouts)

Hey. Hey, what happened?

He had a gun. I had no choice.

WOMAN: That cop shot him in the back! He didn't have a gun!

MAN: He's just a damn kid!

Central, 12 David. I need a bus forthwith

at 3275 Clinton,

regarding one male shot.

Oh. Where's the gun? What happened?

Uh, I don't know. Calm down.

I've been trying to stop the bleeding.

(people shouting)

He didn't have no damn gun!

You shot him for no reason!

All right, all right, hey, calm down. All right.

JAMIE: All right, back up! Central, 12 David.

I'm requesting a 10-85,

regarding large disorderly crowd at this location, forthwith.

All right, calm down! Hey, back up!

Back up! Hey, back up!

The current unrest on Clinton Street began

when 14-year-old Marcus Green, fleeing purported gang members,

was chased by NYPD officer James Montero,

who then shot the youth in the back.

There's no word on the boy's condition at this time.

So far, police haven't engaged protestors,

but violence is clearly escalating.

(turns off TV)

Kid died on the table five minutes ago.

Five minutes from now,

the news will hit the street.

Like a bombshell.

We're ready. How?

Sheer numbers, for starters.

Contain the crowd without inciting further violence.

It's easier said than done.

They are to stand down unless directly attacked.

What about attacks on private property?

I will not have someone shot over a plateglass window.

What are they saying?

Witnesses claim that Green was unarmed,

including local shop owner Marta Dominga.

Marta, please. Thank you. Thank you for talking to us.

Can you please tell us what happened and what were your thoughts.

Well, the cops come into this neighborhood

and they treat everyone like a damn criminal, and we're sick of it!

This is not right at all, because this boy

was 14 years old.

REPORTER: Did he have a gun?

No, he had not gun. And that's not right.

I mean, what about us? What about our neighborhood?

We need some protection, too...

They find the weapon yet?

Not yet. All due respect, boss, we can't put that fire out

with just a squirt gun.

Do we have trained officers on the scene?

Yes. Then let's put

that training to good use.

We will play for a tie until further notice.

Yes, sir. I am late

for my briefing with the mayor. Sir, Montero's

a good officer-- no need to play defense here.

We got a 14-year-old boy shot dead by one of our own.

The reality is, public sentiment is going to dictate

how some of this goes.

Just trying to stand up for our guy.

I'll stand up for him.

Let's just hope he did the right thing.

Who would want to kill Teddy?

We were hoping you could help us out with that, Mr. Phillips.

Did Mr. Kramer have any enemies you knew about?

He was a wonderful guy.

He was a great partner.

People loved him.

No issues at the office,

pissed-off clients, nothing?

No.

There was a small disagreement

between Teddy and the other partners recently.

Oh. What about? Well, Teddy wanted

to bring in a new partner,

some art dealer-- zero experience in securities.

But it's his company, right?

Yes. But...

under the partnership agreement, he still has to get

majority approval to bring someone new aboard.

Which I'm assuming he didn't get.

The only thing this guy brought was capital,

and we're coming off a record year, so he...

was rejected.

How'd Kramer take it?

Not well. He stopped

coming to the office, wouldn't answer his calls.

I hadn't spoken to him in a week. This art dealer

that Kramer wanted to bring in, did he have a name?

Teri Damiri.

Family's loaded. They've got a gallery

up on Madison.

Sounds familiar. Is that that guy

that hangs out at the clubs with the movie stars?

Another reason we didn't want his name on the letterhead.

POOLE: I'm gonna have to ask you again,

Frank, do you have a credible witness

who says he saw the kid had a gun?

The incident is under investigation, Mr. Mayor. Don't give me

the company line, Frank.

I am following procedure,

and procedure dictates we interview

every possible witness, not just the kangaroo court

TV puts on.

And who would be a credible witness to you?

Another cop? Oh, come on.

We both know that won't fly.

You're damn right, it won't-- the people

in the community have eyesight, too.

I'm not saying they don't.

You don't lean toward them, do you?

You always lean toward your own.

If you're playing some race card here, save it.

I am not playing a race card.

You and me,

we're better than that...

and I know that.

But the card I am playing...

Six months ago I was shot by a kid from the projects.

A minority kid.

And every day I wish one of yours had beat him to the draw.

But, Frank, wishing it won't make it so.

No more than you wishing that the people's beef

with your department's use of force

is 100% unfounded.

You know I want to work with you here.

And I hope you know...

that I would like to lighten your load if I can.

I do know that.

What can I do?

I'm gonna hold a press conference on the shooting.

I want you to be there. I already

released a statement.

We have a full-scale riot on our hands, Frank.

A statement is not gonna cut it.

I am not gonna hang my officer out to dry

before I have all the facts.

No one is asking you to.

Well, somehow it always turns out that way.

You're just gonna have to trust me on this, Frank.

Now, when do we get the Internal Affairs report?

72 hours.

If Officer Montero is found negligent,

he will pay the price.

If Officer Montero is found negligent,

I'm gonna do everything in my power

to see that he's charged with murder.

That'll be the price of that.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Teri Damiri?

Thank you, Natasha.

Welcome, Detectives.

Are you in the market for some fine art today?

Eh, something tells me this stuff's

a little bit out of our price range.

True beauty has no price.

Hmm. Yeah, so, you and Ted Kramer were friends?

I loved Teddy. I can't believe what happened.

We understand you wanted to partner up with his firm.

Teddy needed a little cash infusion.

He was good customer,

and a hell of a guy. I was trying to help him out.

Hm. His partners said they had plenty of dough.

Look, Teddy made a few deals

his associates didn't know about.

Big-money plays with considerable risk.

And you offered to step in?

Yeah, but it didn't work out.

It made no difference to me; clearly I don't need the money.

But I felt bad for Teddy.

He was in a tough spot.

He's in a tougher spot now.

You know who might have killed him?

A lot of bad guys out there.

ERIN: I have to be honest

with you, Counselor, I'm a little surprised

your client is in this office.

MAN: I've advised Officer Montero he has

no obligation to speak to you.

And yet, here he is.

MAN: This is a proffer session. Nothing my client says

can be used against him.

Unless he contradicts himself in future testimony.

MAN: We're hoping it doesn't come to that.

In light of the public outcry, with many prominent leaders

speaking out against my client, we are concerned

that department brass

may encourage the IAB to...

sacrifice Officer Montero in order to keep the peace.

"Department brass"?

Oh, I'm not here to disrespect anyone's family.

My client deserves a fair shake,

and we feel the D.A.'s investigation offers

his best shot to get it.

I'd like to hear your version of what happened.

I chased the suspect onto a crowded street.

I ordered him to stop. Instead, he turned around,

aimed a weapon at me, so I fired.

Was your gun drawn the whole time?

Yes. The original call was shots fired.

I-I couldn't be sure if he had a gun.

Are you certain he had one? I didn't see it

at first, but, when he turned back toward me,

he had a weapon in his hand. It was

a stressful situation. Is there any chance

you might be mistaken?

No way.

Why wasn't a gun found at the scene?

I don't know.

Neither do I.

I know this looks bad, but I swear to God...

I fired in self-defense.

I could see he was just

a kid.

I didn't want to hurt him.

The death of Marcus Green, regardless of circumstance,

is a tragedy.

I want to assure the public

that the shooting is being investigated

and the full results will be released shortly.

Until then,

I urge restraint and calm.

The last thing this city needs is further violence.

I echo the commissioner's call for restraint.

This is a terrible incident,

but the public needs to remain calm.

Does this shooting fit into

a larger pattern of excessive force

by the NYPD in minority neighborhoods?

There is no evidence that Officer Montero

used excessive force... But it most certainly

does leave a lot of unanswered questions.

This tragedy fits in a well-established

and disturbing trend.

The use of excessive force in minority

and poor communities is a grave concern.

And one that I promise

will not be tolerated.

When our children aren't safe, our city

isn't safe.

REPORTERS: Commissioner!

DANNY: Hey.

You come up with anything?

Oh, the only thing I get from Kramer's financial records

is that I definitely chose the wrong profession.

"Cash withdrawal:

80 grand, 100 grand, 200 grand"?

What's this guy spending his money on?

Oh. Here we go.

The cash was wired to various casinos,

the Borgata, Mandalay Bay, Foxwoods.

Close to two million bucks in all.

Son of a bitch.

He's a degenerate gambler.

With very deep pockets. Yeah, kind of guy

gets himself in too deep and gets himself popped.

You know what? Let's take a ride.

Come on. Where are we going?

I got a C.I. who's in the gambling business.

He'll let us know if this guy got himself whacked

for not paying his marker.

Hey, do you have anything on Officer Montero?

Graduated third in his class from the police academy,

earned a citation for community outreach.

You try his C.O.?

Says Montero's an exemplary officer.

(phone chimes) Uh...

it looks like our Marcus Green

is not as innocent as we thought.

He's got a juvenile record.

Those records are supposed to be sealed.

Yeah, I've got friends in low places.

"Marcus Green...

"arrested for carrying a loaded .38-caliber pistol

when he was 12." Doesn't mean he was armed

when Montero shot him in the back. No.

But it does mean we have a lot more work to do.

Might look like any other nondescript dive,

but it's actually the biggest book east of Vegas.

How come OCCB doesn't shut it down?

Most of their best snitches work out of here.

And there's ours. Lester,

you're killing me. I bailed your ass out 100 times, Lester.

Come on, Lester.

Le... Lester,

Gary's got to go now. Have a nice day.

Nice.

Working a homicide. You do remember police work, right?

Hum a few bars.

Detective Baez, Gary Heller.

Believe it or not, Gary used to be on the job.

You were a cop?

Narcotics.

Till the, uh, unpleasantness.

Unpleasantness being he lost a kilo.

A kilo went missing under his watch.

You ever speak to the Jamaicans you framed?

(chuckles) Why dwell on the past?

I make a lot more dough taking bets and the hours are better. I'm sure.

You're a lot more fetching

than his last partner. All right,

knock it off. I need you to focus, okay?

You know Ted Kramer?

Kramer? Hmm.

The broker that got popped in Tribeca, right?

Yeah, and he liked to gamble.

Lot of folks do.

Okay.

Kramer was a player. Mm-hmm.

High-stakes poker.

Bet big, lost bigger.

He ran around with a rich art dealer, a Damiri.

They gamble together?

Uh, look, guys...

getting into a sensitive area here.

Is Damiri a player or not?

(sucks air through teeth)

Uh...

he was more of a businessman.

Meaning? Meaning

he set up games for his big-money pals.

And keep a piece of the action

for himself.

That's the American way, honey. We done?

No.

Say this Kramer lost big.

Was he into Damiri?

You kidding me, Danny?

No, I'm not kidding you, Gary.

Damiri uses Russian muscle to police his games.

He's in business with the Russian mob.

Those guys got no sense of humor.

I'm done talking.

No, you're not.

Was Kramer into Damiri? Yes or no.

Kramer was in a seven-figure hole with Damiri.

That's a bad place to be.

You guys were never here.

Action to me?

$75,000.

Bet's to you.

I call.

$75,000. You, sir.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

we are the police. This game is officially over.

Sir, why don't you drop that bottle.

Everybody get your hands onto the table where we can see 'em

with your palms up. Give those three a toss over here.

Make sure they're not carrying.

DANNY: Step back, sir.

What the hell is going on?!

Just the man I'm looking for.

Turn around. You're coming with us. We have

almost 400 grand in this pot. Hey, you can

walk away now or you can count your winnings in jail. Hey, hands up.

You guys are making a big mistake.

The only one making a mistake here is you with your little gambling operation.

It's just poker, Detective. It's a victimless crime.

Tell that to Ted Kramer.

Get your ass out of here.

(door opens)

Get a good night's sleep?

You could've questioned me last night and then released me.

But what fun would that be? Guess he didn't like the holding cell.

We just wanted to give you a chance

to see how the other half lives, you know?

Sort of a sneak preview for you.

Please. I host poker games for my friends

so they can have a little privacy and relax.

What's the big deal?

You keep a piece of every pot-- that illegal.

I got to pay for the room,

the staff, refreshments.

And what about your Russian friends?

There's a lot of cash flying around.

I like my guests to feel safe.

And what happens to your guests

when they don't make good on their debts?

(chuckles) Are you guys serious?

Dead serious.

I sell art, okay? To collectors

all over the world. I don't kill people.

And the thugs at the hotel? Look,

poker's something I do for fun

to help out my friends.

Sort of like the way you helped out Ted Kramer.

Listen carefully.

Okay. The most powerful people

in this city play my games,

along with the billionaires who get them elected.

They're all in my book:

names, dates, amounts won and lost.

It's my little insurance policy.

Insurance policy against what?

You.

These people don't want to...

read about their gambling habits in the newspaper.

It's bad for business.

So if you're smart, you'll back off

before you get yourselves in serious trouble.

And if you're really smart,

you'll tell us everything you know

about the murder of Ted Kramer.

(knocking) Oh.

Yeah?

Thank you. Good morning.

Hi, Teri.

Good morning, Bruce.

Detective, are you gonna, uh, charge him with anything?

Not at this time, no.

So I'm gonna take him with me.

Good to see you. Thank you. You, too. Bruce.

Remember, Detective, a smart player knows when to walk away.

I'll remember that.

Let's go. Give my best to your father.

He's a good man. Have a good day. I will.

(announcer speaking on TV) Five.

Come on, number five.

Come on, number five. Number five.

Number f... (groans)

You should be pulling a hansom cab.

We need to talk.

Now.

You're like a recurring nightmare, Reagan.

What are you doing here? I missed you.

You sat down at Damiri's top game.

That's the biggest game in town. Will you relax?

Nobody's gonna trace it back to you. No?

They will if you keep showing up here.

Come on. Stop your hyperventilating.

You owe me, Danny. You owe me big-time.

No, I don't owe you a damn thing. You owe me.

Now, I need you to confirm something

that Damiri told us. He says he's got a black book

with a list of all the games in it.

He calls it his...

Yeah, his insurance policy, yeah.

Yeah. So it's legit?

Yes, it's legit. And there's names in there

that you wouldn't believe. Now, are you gonna back off?

No. I just need to know what I'm dealing with.

Well, then you should know...

there's a name in Damiri's book that hits real close to home.

What the hell are you talking about?

Your home.

You got a minute, Gramps?

For you?

I'll clear my busy schedule.

Uh, working a homicide.

This, uh, big shot Wall Street guy got himself whacked.

I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often.

Yeah. Seems he got in over his head

in a mobbed-up poker game.

That'll get you killed, all right.

The guy we're looking at runs the poker game.

He's a party-boy art dealer,

goes by the name of Teri Damiri.

You know, this Teri Damiri keeps a black book

with all of his clients' names in it, Gramps.

Your name's one of them.

Please tell me that's a mistake.

Look...

Gramps.

I got tired

of beating the retired cops I play with.

I went looking for a bigger game.

Bigger game? The game I broke up has a $200,000 buy-in.

How much bigger are you looking for?

That's the top game. Mine was only 15.

15 grand? Yeah.

Gramps, are you crazy?!

It's not like I've got to pay a mortgage or something.

It's an illegal poker game.

You're the former commissioner.

What happens if your name comes out?

That's my problem.

No. It becomes Dad's problem,

the current commissioner,

who's got the inspector general hanging around his neck!

He doesn't need this!

And I don't need a lecture from you.

(sighs)

SEAN: I saw a bunch of people

on TV throwing bottles and stuff at a police car.

Well, they were angry at what they felt

was an injustice.

You mean, that kid getting killed?

Yeah.

You know, guys, we talked about this

on the way over here.

I don't think we need to go over it again. Listen to your mom.

His name was Marcus. He was a year older than me.

I want to hear what Grandpa thinks.

The officer told him to stop,

and he didn't, and I think...

So, that makes it okay to shoot him?

ERIN: It's complicated, Sean,

and all the facts haven't come out yet.

But he shot him in the back.

There's more to it than that, and I promise you,

that officer did not set out to kill that boy.

Well, I doubt Marcus Green woke up

that morning expecting to die. Nicky!

Nicky's entitled to her opinion.

I talked to Montero's partner.

He said that James is a basket case over this.

Well, I'm sure that that kid's family is hurting, too.

Yeah.

Lot of pain to go around when something like this happens.

Pain and blame.

JACK: So,

is Officer Montero gonna go to jail?

If he is indicted, he will stand trial just like anyone else.

DANNY: That's right.

Not even cops are above the law.

Ain't that right, Gramps?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

Mm-hmm.

NICKY: You know, I read an article in the Times.

Cops hardly ever get indicted for shootings like this.

The Times mention that Officer Montero was doing

the best job that he could?

Can't ask much more than that from a guy.

FRANK: Boys, sometimes cops

only have a split second to make a life-or-death decision.

But he's still responsible for his actions, right?

Absolutely. DANNY: We all are.

We're all responsible for all of our actions

all of the time... all of us.

HENRY: And if you live

long enough, you're bound to make some mistakes.

It's what's called

being human.

So best not to sit in judgment.

(sighs)

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

We say family comes first around here.

Is that no matter what?

This have something to do with what I saw at dinner?

(sighs)

It would help if I knew what we were talking about.

It's just a question, Dad.

(sighs)

Yes.

Family comes first.

Okay.

Good night.

(sighs)

(siren sounding, horns honking)

Hey.

Want some breakfast?

No, I'm all right, but I do need to talk to you.

Your Marcus Green investigation.

(sighs)

When I first reviewed the file,

I thought Officer Montero had screwed up.

And now?

I interviewed Montero.

He is convinced that Marcus Green had a gun.

And I know for a fact that kid is no stranger to firearms.

No witnesses, no weapon. I know.

I also know that members of that community rarely cooperate

with investigators.

Or the D.A.? I know

our investigations should be separate,

but this cop's career,

his life depends on us finding the truth.

I'm not sure that I can get there on my own.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(cars honking)

MAN: It's gonna be good.

Wait exactly one minute.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me?

Miss Dominga?

Frank Reagan.

I know who you are, and I already talked to the cops.

Mm. Saw you on TV.

You were pretty angry.

It shouldn't take a kid getting shot

for people to know what goes on down here.

I agree.

I gather you're not a fan of my police department?

(laughs)

Well, maybe that's because

we're tired of getting hassled in this neighborhood.

But when we need help, you can't find a cop.

This store got robbed

two weeks ago.

It took over three hours for someone to show up.

It's unacceptable.

And I'll find out why, you have my word.

You didn't actually see the shooting?

I heard the gunshot, I walked outside,

I saw him laying on the sidewalk with a bullet in his back...

...dying.

Excuse me, sir.

Sorry.

(sighs heavily)

(sniffles)

(sighs)

In your sworn statement,

you said you never saw a gun on the ground.

No.

And... there were no other witnesses?

I mean, I don't think so. I don't know. No.

I've been a cop for a long time, Miss Dominga,

and... when bullets start flying around,

things get very confusing.

Now, if you saw a gun

and picked it up to prevent further violence

and forget to mention that to the investigators,

that's understandable.

But if you hid that gun

to incriminate Officer Montero,

that's called tampering with physical evidence

and hindering prosecution.

Both felonies.

So, I'm gonna

ask you one more time.

Did you see a gun on the ground next to Marcus Green?

(sighs)

I'm gonna squeeze Damiri

to give up the Russians who killed Kramer.

Okay. Just make sure my name doesn't come up, okay?

You got it.

You also got something else to worry about.

Story of my life. What now?

One of those high rollers you turned me onto--

I interviewed him.

He told me it was his bookie who turned him onto the game.

Great.

You can never trust a damn actor. Right.

You understand that this makes you an accessory

to Damiri's gambling organization, right?

Come on! You're...

You're gonna jam me up for pointing a guy toward a game?

Look, I can put in a good word with the D.A.'s office.

In exchange for you doing something for me.

What?

I can't bring down Damiri without his black book.

You're the one who's gonna get it for me.

How the hell am I supposed to get my hands on that?

Come on, Gary. You're a former cop and a pretty damn good one.

You could figure it out.

You know I need that book.

Come on, I'm not asking you to cure cancer here.

(sighs)

All right?

Okay.

I will get you that damn book,

but after that, I am free and clear on this.

All right.

You got a deal.

Danny?

Thanks for giving me the chance to get straight on this.

I owe you one.

No, you don't.

Hey.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. This case is just turning out

to be a bigger headache than I could have imagined.

What's going on with you?

When I dumped our victim's cell phone,

a couple of numbers came up private,

so I got a subpoena for the subscriber info.

Turns out Kramer had a 45-minute conversation

with Arthur Phillips

the day he died.

Wait, his partner?

The same Arthur Phillips

that sat in this chair and told us

he hadn't heard from Kramer in a week?

Thought maybe we should chat about it,

so he's in Interrogation.

Well, look at that.

Let's go chat about it.

So you knew about the gambling?

Teddy came clean the morning he died.

Said he owed Damiri

close to $3 million.

$3 million, and what, Damiri taking over partnership

in the firm was supposed to wipe out Kramer's debt?

Yeah.

And you didn't think to tell us this?

When Teddy told me what was really going on,

I offered to get the partners to change the vote,

but Teddy refused.

He said this guy

was too dangerous.

Looks like he was right.

Did Damiri ever

threaten Kramer?

Damiri said his partners were tired of sitting around,

waiting for their money. Uh-huh.

They were going to collect on his debt.

In blood.

Due to the potential for public unrest,

I have been given advance notice

of the grand jury's decision on the Marcus Green case.

And?

They are declining to indict my officer.

(sighs)

That neighborhood won't accept that verdict.

They will... once you do.

Frank, I don't have that kind of power.

This decision is going to wreak havoc no matter what I say.

A hundred bucks says it won't

so long as their mayor

gets out in front and explains it to 'em.

Unless of course you think it's rigged, too.

Then they'll see right through you

and then, yes...

there will be rioting in your streets.

Our streets. Those ones,

those neighborhoods-- I can only police 'em.

I do not have their respect,

much less their affection, and that's that.

Stand the hell up, would you, Frank?

Why?

Because you never used

to sit down when you came in here.

You always pace about like some cop instinct told you

that a moving target was harder to hit.

This better?

Don't treat me any differently because I'm in this wheelchair.

I'm not.

Then, where the hell were you after the press conference?

The old Frank Reagan would have been up in my grill

the moment we left that stage.

I thought about it.

But I didn't hear a peep out of you.

(sighs)

Take the kid gloves off, Frank.

You got shot

and it put you in that wheelchair...

but not by an NYPD officer doing his job.

James Montero shot that boy in self-defense.

That's the verdict,

and unless you have solid information otherwise,

it is your duty to lead by example

and fully and publicly accept

that this particular tragedy...

could not have been averted.

No.

You're the mayor of that neighborhood

and all the ones like it

and not just by elected office but by much more.

By the respect and affection you command

from the people who work and live in them.

Use it or lose it.

Sir.

I'm gonna schedule a town hall meeting...

you and me... at the Clinton Street Rec Center.

I'll be there.

Try not to smile when they boo when I'm introduced.

I will try.

Try harder.

Welcome back, Mr. Mayor.

(door closes)

(sighs)

Officer Montero.

I know you're busy, Ms. Reagan,

but I wanted to thank you.

I was just doing my job.

It was more than that; you were the only one

willing to find out what really happened.

I'm just glad they're putting you back to full duty.

Actually I'm taking a leave of absence.

I need some time.

I hope you're not thinking of resigning.

Marcus Green was a troubled kid,

but he was still just a kid.

You did what you had to do.

Yeah.

Now I need to find a way to live with it.

BAEZ: You think Damiri's going

to give up his Russian friends that killed Kramer?

If he thinks it'll keep his ass from rotting away

and growing old in a prison, he will.

(sighs)

Teri Damiri.

Let's check his office.

Reagan.

It's Damiri.

They shot him in the head.

I guess his Russian friends got to him before we did.

Yeah, I guess

they didn't want him naming names.

He's cold.

Danny.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Damiri's black book.

With the pages ripped out.

Yeah.

They cut his throat.

It's what the Russians do

to snitches. Which means

the guys that did this are halfway to Moscow by now.

Yeah.

Teri was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm gonna go call it in.

I did a stupid and reckless thing

that could have put our good name in jeopardy.

I'm sorry.

What are we talking about?

Remember when I told you

I went to Atlantic City last year?

Yeah. I was actually in a hotel room

on the Upper East Side.

A high-stakes poker game.

Played for 12 hours straight.

Okay.

It gets worse.

I didn't know it at the time,

but it turns out

that the Russians were involved in it, too.

Danny was working a case involving a gambling ring.

There was a black book,

a sort of master list of all the players' names.

My name was in it.

And Danny, being Danny,

was trying to figure out what to do about it.

Yeah.

Commissioner shouldn't know any more about this.

But the thing is...

Pop. I've been a poker player

all my life.

Always the best guy

at the table.

But never at the best table.

(sighs)

I just wanted to know what it felt like

to go up against real players for real money.

Must have been a hell of a game.

Yeah, it was.

Learned my lesson, a damn expensive one.

How much you lose?

Expensive for them.

Let's just say

that the Widows' and Kids' Fund got a pretty healthy donation.

("Knockin' on Heaven's Door" by Warren Zevon playing)

* Mama, take this badge off of me... *

(sighs)

* I can't use it anymore...

Danny Reagan in church on a Monday?

* It's getting dark, too dark to see... *

Everything okay?

* I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door *

* Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door *

* Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door... *

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

* Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door *

* Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. *

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