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MAN:
Over there! I saw him!

This way, Detectives.

What do we got?

Male bleeding heavily
from his abdomen.

EMTs are working
on him now.

Hey, is he talking?

He's circling the drain.

What's his name?
Lee.

Lee, do you know
who did this to you?

MAN: Losing him.
DANNY: Sir?

If he knows, he ain't saying.

OFFICER:
Detectives.

They have the perp in custody.

Where is he?
(crowd clamoring)

OFFICER:
This way.

Step back. Hey,
step back, everyone.

Get back!

At least tell me he's dead.
What?

At least tell me he's dead.

At least tell me
that monkey's dead.

Yeah, he's dead.
You owning it?

I guess I am,
though I got regrets.

That's good to hear.

I regret I couldn't see
he was just a old ape.

Wanted to get me
a young frisky one!

The only ape around here
is you, buddy.

(crowd clamoring)
DANNY: Let him out!

MAN:
Get the racist out of here!

You have the right
to remain silent.

I got a right to live
in a monkey-free country!

Lock this up!

Anything you say may
be used against you.

Yeah, what I say is
go back to Africa!

DANNY:
Shut up.

(sighs)

You can't terminate
me for this.

You don't tell me
what I can and cannot do.

All right, shouldn't.

Devin, it's not his choice,
it's department policy.

You test positive for drugs,
you're out.

Drugs, Sid?

Yeah, marijuana's still drugs
in the NYPD.

I had part of an edible
at the Denver airport.

Bought in Colorado,
used in Colorado,

left behind in Colorado.

Which is legal--
I know, you told us.

And you say that
like it doesn't matter.

No, I say it like
it's a pain-in-the-ass excuse,

which is all it is.

What's legal say?

That question's
above your rank.

That question's like life
or death to me right now.

Only life or death's
life or death.

What's their take?

They don't have one yet.
There's no precedent.

But you, you have one?

Your take is to just can my ass.

It is still illegal

in the NYPD,
in all city agencies,

under state and federal law.

I can't just look
the other way, Devin,

because you decided
a Rocky Mountain high is okay.

Now jokes?

Hi, everyone.

We got a little wrinkle.

I hate that phrase.

Okay. I got bad news. Better?

Our mayor got wind

of Chief Jones's predicament
and wants in.

"Wants in"?

She's very pro-legalization.

She wants in on the next move.

It's an NYPD matter.

There's no room on the bus.
She leaks this to the press,

we're gonna need
a much bigger bus.

She'd do that?

You really want to find out?

(sighs)

Come on! Stop!

Police! Stop!

- Hey!
- I got him!

I got him! Hey!

- Watch out!
- Hey!

Hey!

Police! Stop him!

Hey, give me a hand!

Help me! Come on!

(both grunting)

Don't move.

Come on.

Hey. You okay?

No. I'm not okay. Hey!
(groans)

Take this.

Yeah, you, numbnuts.

I'm talking to you.
Come here.

(panting)

Skip Fuller.

Yeah. You are?
Eddie Janko. Do you remember me?

Oh, no. What? You're a cop?

Oh, yeah, I'm a cop, and right
now, never happier to be one.

Put your hands behind your back.

Eddie. Eddie.
No, I got this.

You got what?
What is this?

You're under arrest.

In violation of
New York penal code 195.10,

titled "Refusing to aid
a police officer.

No way.

Yeah, way.
Put your hands behind your back.

Whoa, whoa.
I didn't do anything.

Exactly. Story of your life.

Oh. (scoffs)
All right.

Hey!
Now I'm adding

an additional charge
of resisting arrest

and obstructing

governmental administration.

You're gonna want
to start cooperating.

Oh.

This is funny, huh, Skip?
Real funny.

(panting)

I got this, Jamie.

Come on, Skip. Let's go.

♪ Blue Bloods 8x08 ♪
Pick Your Poison
Original Air Date on November 17,

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
♪

(paper rustles)

DANNY: Here you go.
Just sign your name.

Oh, here?

Yeah, right there,
where it says "signature"?

BAEZ: You sure
you don't want a lawyer?

I'm just dotting all the "I"s.

- Can't afford no lawyer.
- See there?

But you are aware that one
would be provided for you,

at no cost.
Yeah, I heard that.

You're still willing

to talk without
a lawyer present?

Jalapeño here speak
English? I said no.

Swamp Thing said no.
Did you hear him? Good.

Let's go.
Send over some Jew.

Jew finds out I killed a monkey,

he'd talk to all the other Jews
at the courthouse.

Next thing you know,
I'm swinging from a tree.

Well, we don't have
the death penalty

here in New York. What a pity.

Sure is. Sign your name.

While we're at it,
are there any other homicides

you'd like
to confess to,

Mr. Pitney?
I'm sure the D.A.

would look favorably upon
any assistance you can give

in any unsolved cases.

Nice try.

Okay. Sure about that?

Okay. Tell you what.

I'll spill some beans.
Okay.

Just as soon as you give me that
citizenship medal I got coming

for all my efforts
to take our country back.

We'll get you that medal
right away.

Then you can shove it
up your ass.

OFFICER:
Let's go.

You know the drill.

What's with this guy?

Obstructing, resisting arrest,
refusal to aid a police officer.

Namely, me.

Sarge, give us a sec?

What?

You tell me.

What's your beef
with this guy?

No beef.

He failed to aid
a police officer,

and I need to teach
him a lesson.

Then just give him
a desk appearance ticket

for the refusing to aid
and be done with it.

You charge resisting,
he goes into the system.

He escalated things, not me.

Eddie, he didn't threaten you.

He didn't even
really resist.

Yeah, he did.

I'll have to testify
to what I saw,

and I'm not sure I can turn
spiking a racquet

into resisting arrest
and obstructing.

Yeah, you can.

Not enough to stick.

You have my back, Reagan?

Eddie, I'm telling you
that I don't think what I saw

was enough to put this guy
in the system.

Well, why don't we let the D.A.
decide what's enough?

Copy?

Eddie, what's the beef?

(sighs)

Just trust me, okay?

Come on, Skip.

You're up.

So I looked
Chief Jones up.

And he's got quite a record
with your department.

Yes, he does. So?

Do you know what the first words
in any story about him will be?

I can guess. "Hero cop."

Newscast, too.

"Hero cop fired

by NYPD for..."?

"Rocky Mountain High"?

Exactly.

Story at 11:00.

Doesn't that sound
inspiring, Frank?

If I ran my department off
what the headlines might be,

my people would've mutinied
a long time ago,

and they'd have every right to.

DUTTON:
So he's never considered

the implications
of his decisions?

Is that what he's saying?

Of course not.

Then talk to him.

He can speak for himself,
believe me.

(sighs)

Maggie.

If you run this up the flagpole
before I've made a decision,

you will be cutting
my command out from under me.

You don't want that.

What I don't want to do
is silence this man

on the issue
of archaic marijuana laws.

"Mayor Makes Hero Cop Mascot
in Legal Pot Push."

Is that the headline
you're looking for?

No.

'Cause that's
what it's gonna be.

I am looking out
for my officer, period.

This is an NYPD matter, period.

Hands off.

(door opens, closes)

What is a real Samaritan?

Uh, let's find out.

Keep an eye open.

(phone ringing)

DANNY:
Detectives Reagan and Baez.

Need to talk
to whoever's in charge here.

Kyle Wentworth,
Detectives.

We have a warrant to seize
the effects of one Duane Pitney.

Gave this
as his last address.

He was here barely a week.

What's this about?

It's about he murdered a man
about ten blocks from here.

Old man. Black old man.

What, you didn't hear?

That was Pitney?

Well, we spent enough time
with him to reason, uh,

probably wasn't
his first hate crime.

Can't link him to us.
We barely knew him.

We're not trying to link
anything to anybody.

We're just here to get his stuff.
If he gave this

as his last address,
and the press gets hold...

That's not our problem.

Does he have a locker here
or a room, anything?

I'll give you
his stuff,

but you got to promise me
protection.

Really? From who?

The blacks who are gonna
come after us.

(chuckles)

Your whole thing seems to be
about how tough you are.

What you need us for?

We provide a service
to this community.

We pay rent, we pay taxes.

The local precinct
has a duty to protect us.

I'm not asking for anything on
the arm here, just what's due.

"On the arm"?

For free.

I know what it means.

How do you know what it means?

Nine years on the job,
last six at the 4-4.

Wow.

And so...

now you're, what, some kind
of white rights vigilante?

No. Now I'm free
of all the PC crap,

the civil rights crap,

the community relations crap.

Now I'm free
to actually do the job.

Getting rid of
the blacks and browns?

Just the gangs.

Right.

Just happens that they come
in those colors.

I didn't make it that way.

He crashed in the room
in the back.

His stuff
would be there.

It was a hazing thing
on a pledge,

and Janko was kind of
the innocent bystander.

How so?

Well, if a pledge was hooking up
in one of the rooms

during a party, it was
a thing to snatch the girl

and kind of... parade her
around the house.

And Eddie was the girl?

Yeah.

And I'm guessing, when you would
snatch up one of these girls,

they'd be naked.
Yeah.

That would be the point.

Yeah.
Right.

So you marched Eddie
around the house?

Not me. Another brother.

But you were there?

Yes, obviously.

And you did nothing.
Look, man,

it was pretty common.
She just blew it up.

At any rate, it's hardly fair
that I'm, like, in jail for it.

- Let's not talk about fair, okay?
- No, let's.

She's using her cop status
to get back at me.

Says you.
Come on, man.

Look, it was, like,
ten, 11 years ago.

Yeah, well, maybe not to her.

She bring charges?

There was
an administration review.

We were told to put an end
to the practice.

Oh, hard time, huh?

Look, man, okay?

I own a bar.

I could lose my liquor license
over this.

That's probably a good thing.
Maybe a frat boy like you

shouldn't be serving liquor.

I get to call
a lawyer yet?

Hey, whoa, whoa. Come on, come
on, come on. Where you going?

Talk to the desk sergeant.
About what?

About getting justice
for frat boys like you.

I want a lawyer!

Tell your
arresting officer!

Damn it!

Their website says
Real Samaritans has branches

in Chicago, Miami and L.A.

Makes sense.
You're in the gang business,

you go where
the gangs are, right?

Detective Reagan,
you got a visitor.

You hang on a second.

Wow. This has
to be a first.

How's that?

You're in a squad room
without handcuffs on.

Did you toss him?
Yes, sir.

Meet Tyrell Green,

head dirtbag
of the Get Cash Boyz.

Pleasure.

How can I help you, sir?

We need to talk about these
Real Samaritan dudes, homie.

What do you mean,
"We need to talk"?

We, we. What are you gonna do?

They done killed
that old man.

They're stone-cold racists
in my turf.

I'm sorry,
did I miss something?

Is this old man
your daddy or something?

He the whole hood's daddy.

Look, stay away
from them, okay?

Nah, I can't do that.
That's my neighborhoody-hood.

It's your neighborhood
where you deal drugs

and you extort
shop owners.

No, man, listen,
I have turned a whole new leap.

- I think you mean "a new leaf."
- That part.

Get the hell
out of here, Tyrell.

And if you go
near those guys,

it's gonna be a bus ticket
back upstate for you.

Look, seriously, man,
y'all supposed to be

protecting the neighborhood.

I mean, if you ain't
gonna do your job,

why don't you just step aside
and let somebody else step up?

If I need a civics lesson,
I'll let you know next time.

(chuckles)
Get him out of here.

Tell the commissioner
to keep up the bad work.

I will.
Yeah, I bet you will.

What?

What "what"?

It's something.

Just what he said
about stepping up.

It... it just sounds like
it could be a quote

from any one
of my family members

at any one Sunday dinner.

That's what.

JONES: Somebody
dropped a dime on me.

You know it and I know it.

19 years on the job,
never been tested till now?

No way that happens
without somebody tipping IAB

where I was at.

You mean up on Buzz Mountain?
Come on.

You really think
we're gonna go down this road?

JONES: Yes, you should
look into it.

GORMLEY: Look into it
for what, Devin?

One of your trainees thinks
you're too tough on him

and wants to
crack you back?

That line goes
around the block.

You tested positive,
fair and square.

JONES: For something
that was legal where I used it.

Enough.

I've known you a long time, so
I know you're better than this.

There's no quality judgments
to be made.

Somebody wants to drop a dime
on you for whatever reason,

it's their dime to
spend. Quit whining.

I'm defending myself.

Okay. Let's say
someone did tip off IAB.

Are you telling me
that somehow they knew

this was the one and only time
you got high?

No.

Then shut up about it.

You smoke weed, right?

Please, don't ask me that.
Okay, how's this?

Fair to say this wasn't
the first time you inhaled?

It was an edible,
a legal edible.

Oh, and cut that out.

You drink whiskey?

Whiskey's legal.

My grandson's hamster
could make that argument.

So was the edible that I had.

The point is,

we have stressful jobs,

sometimes you need
something to relax.

Ah, come on, Devin.

Drinking never agreed with me.

Come clean.

Admit you screwed up
and fall on the mercy.

Or what?

I get terminated?

A punk on the street
gets told to put it out,

but a decorated cop
goes under a bus?

Devin, you really want to become
the mayor's political football?

You really want this to be
your legacy of service?

The Times has called
five times and...

Stall them.
This is raw meat.

If you don't have a basket
of IOUs from these guys,

you're not doing your job right.

Stall them.

(quiet chatter, laughter)

So, how do you want
to play this?

Straight, but cutting
her some slack.

Not sure slack's
gonna cut it.

Playing it by ear, then?

JANKO:
Hey.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey.

Uh, hope you don't mind
if my sister joins us.

Uh, not at all.

It's long overdue.

Uh, excuse me?

Can I get an Irish whiskey,
one cube, please?

So, what's going on?

What's that mean?

Well, Erin's not just here,
is she?

I asked Erin to join us.

Jamie called me

for advice,

and I advised him
to issue the prisoner

a desk appearance ticket
for the obscure charge

and to release him.

And you did it?

Yeah.

How?

I talked to the desk sergeant,
and he assigned me the collar.

So, what,
you're like his muscle?

No, just the A.D.A.

trying to keep the two of you
out of a jam.

By letting Fuller walk?

Fuller did something terrible,
from what I understand,

but he didn't do it yesterday

and he didn't do it
in New York City.

You understand how?

I talked to him

in his holding cell;
he told me what happened.

That must've been brutal, Eddie.

Did he tell you that
he posted pictures as well?

No.

Thanks.

Yeah, not only did he not
do anything to help me

when it happened,
but he saw to it

that the humiliation
went on and on.

I'm really sorry about that.

But if you testify to
the trumped-up charges,

the only way it would stick
is if you perjured yourself.

You ever had naked pictures
of yourself posted online?

No.

Tend to forget
the legal niceties

when you think about the person
that did that to you.

I can imagine.

You know, I never had
any complaints

about my boobs or my ass,

but that's because
I got to choose who saw them.

He took that choice
away from me.

Eddie, I'm really sorry
that that happened,

but you can't get your payback

by pressing false charges
against him.

This on you guys?

Thanks.

♪

These guys don't get to qualify
their racism by saying

it's just the gangs
they're racist about.

Believe me, I'm not
saying they do.

I mean, they're
still just racist.

Yes, they are.

And normally, you'd say that
if Green were to off him,

it'd be a community
service homicide.

And I still do say it'd be
a community service homicide

if the guy getting offed
wasn't a cop.

Ex-cop.

And that's my point.

What's the limit on what
the shield shields you from?

Come on,
don't get me wrong here.

I don't agree with anything
this guy stands for.

That's good to hear.

(phone ringing, vibrating)

Look, I have time before I go
to my old man's for dinner.

Would you like to get
a drink or something?

Sure.

Son of a bitch.
What?

Pitney just offed one of
the Get Cash Boyz in Rikers

20 minutes ago.

(sighs) That cracker's got
some death wish.

Who you calling?

Word's gonna travel fast.
There's gonna be trouble.

Detective Reagan
of Major Case.

Need a sector car to respond
to 1675 Jamaica Avenue.

I'm on my way.

Let's go.

(tires screeching)

(indistinct chatter)

DANNY:
Ah, son of a bitch.

Hey, welcome to
the after-party, Detectives.

What do we got?

Just a burglary.

Criminal mis, no vics.

And, uh, somebody peed
on the banner.

Somebody what?
Yeah.

Can you get DNA off of pee?

I don't think

it's a very good source.
Is it okay I don't bag it?

It might tell you it was
males or females who did this.

You mean we have
to bag it?

Let's assume it was males, okay?
We're not bagging the pee.

There's a router
and a laser printer gone, too.

Wow, just in the nick of time.

What'd you see?

Half a dozen black guys
taking off with our stuff.

- - Okay, can you I.D. any of 'em?
Yeah.

Maybe if you had a mug
shot of their backs!

Take it easy, all right?
We're here to help.

Yeah, the hell you are.

You let this happen.
This is on you.

Hey, hey!
Take it easy with the bat

or you're gonna have
a bigger problem than this mess!

I mean, what the hell
did you think was gonna happen?

You move into a predominantly
black neighborhood

and practically put up a sign
saying "whites only."

We go where the business is.
Really?

Well, your boy Duane
just killed a local banger

in Rikers an hour ago.

I told you, he's not my boy.

You know, maybe it's time

you moved to a new
neighborhood, huh?

I'll ask your C.O.
to have a sector car

pay special attention to
this place the next few days.

He's black, too, Detective.

(sighs)
I'm asking anyways.

Okay?

Copy that.

Come down to
the squad room tomorrow,

look at some photos, okay?

Look, I told you
I just saw their backs.

Maybe there's some guys
I like for it,

maybe you seen 'em around.

I'm sure I have.

You're kind of missing
the point of me.

What's the point of you?

I'm done trying
to run the zoo your way.

Doesn't work.

So, what, there's
a new sheriff in town?

Hmm? One that carries
a baseball bat?

I still have my carry permit
and weapon as a last resort.

Okay, Wyatt Earp.

Oh, come on, I'm not gonna
go around the table,

but I think
it's safe to assume that,

other than me and Pop,
everyone has had experience

with marijuana.

Copy.

Good with.

Understood.

Not so fast.

Seriously?

Mm-hmm.

I used to hang out
backstage

at the Half Note and
the Village Vanguard.

Off-duty, of course.
Of course.

HENRY:
And when Dizzy

or Sonny

or Miles offer you a reefer,
you don't say no, do you?

Apparently not.
(chuckles)

Peer pressure?
HENRY: It was a long time ago.

And we didn't have any
random drug tests back then.

Never?

Come on, Dad.

Yeah, come on, Dad.

Honest.

It kind of started out as a bet.

Your grandpa offered me
500 bucks if I'd wait

till I was 21.

Yeah, and after
you turned 21?

I got the 500 bucks.

But by then, I'd seen

such stupid stuff
hanging out with my friends,

I... it just didn't have
any appeal.

Honest.

You never told me that.

Well, you never told me that!

One thing the chief said sticks.

Departmental policy says
I have to terminate him,

but if he was just
Citizen Jones,

smoking a joint in the park,
departmental practice for a cop

would be to just
tell him to ditch it.

Pretty much.

HENRY:
I hate to say it,

but it doesn't seem right.

ERIN:
We actually have

an office pool--

which A.D.A. will
become the test case

for a random drug test
that shows positive

for pot they
bought legally.

Some would say
our departments are lagging

behind the citizens we're
supposed to protect and serve.

But the authority
we have is partly because

we're held to
a stricter standard.

ERIN:
But any wink you show

that marijuana possession is
less than what the law says,

well, you open
a huge can of worms.

DANNY: I know, but can't
you just let the chief

fall on his own sword
for the short term?

How do you mean?

Make a show until
this thing blows over,

and then, once it blows
over, you bring him back.

HENRY: And let every single
one of the rank and file go,

"Oh, the system's rigged,
unless you're the boss."

Speaking on behalf of the
rank and file, you're right.

ERIN:
You know how else

I know we're talking
about a double standard?

How?

I keep thinking
maybe we shouldn't bring this up

in front of the kids
at Sunday dinner.

(laughter)

Good idea.

Anything?

For the tenth time,
I saw these guys' backs

from a half block away at night.

Great. Let's just take
another look at these.

The Get Cash Boyz.

So you can I.D. them.

In that I know who they are.

It's part of the reason
I'm in the neighborhood I am.

I can't put them
at the scene.

Well, I know that
they took an interest

in your little outfit.

Look, I know what you're trying
to do, and I'm not playing.

And when I get them,

it'll be by rights
or by righteous force.

Can I ask you something?

How'd you go from being
on the job to this?

This?
This dog-whistle

racist thing you're all about.

The job itself did this.

The job ordered me
not to profile

these animals.

Not to stop and frisk
and, God knows how,

presume that they're innocent.

Came a day
I couldn't stomach it.

But I respected the uniform,
so I took it off.

Now I can call a spade a spade.

Cute.

You asked.

You know, not for nothing,

but everybody on the job
gets jaded.

You can still keep your sense
of good judgment, though.

Good judgment is
exactly what I have.

How many times
I got to say it, Reagan?

I don't want to talk about it.
Neither do I.

Then what are you doing
skulking around out here?

I did what I had to do, but
I'm sorry I had to, okay?

Oh, whatever.

Could you just accept
the apology?

What do you want, a receipt?

What are you doing here?
You walked.

- I know.
- Then keep walking.

I owe you an apology
that's long overdue.

Oh, spare me.

I'm sorry for what I did
and what I didn't do.

I'm ashamed of myself,
and I'm sorry.

That it?

Uh, well, I own a bar.

It's a nice place--
good food, good people.

You can eat and drink
for free anytime you want.

The sad part is
I think that that

works for you, and I think
that that always has.

What, apologizing?

Whatever you do, in the end,

you know you're gonna
get away with it.

No, that's not true.

Oh, give me
a break, Skippy.

You got the perfect gene pool

and the private schools

and the stupid little
whales on your belts

and your ties,
and you got it made.

I half-own a bar, Janko.
I'm not exactly a success story.

Whatever you do,
there's gonna be

an army of people out there
going, "Oh, Skip Fuller,

"he's good people.

"Great family,
all the right schools.

Boys will be boys."

You don't know me at all.

Stay out of my sight.

(sighs)

Yes.

She invited me to dinner
at Gracie Mansion, and I went.

Good talk?

Any results?

JONES: She offered me
a position, in case

this conflict results
in my being terminated

from the department.

GORMLEY:
What position?

Minister of Ganja?

Sid.
Sorry.

With the implication that
you will endorse legalization?

Didn't come up.

Come on, Devin,
you're a smart guy.

She didn't ask me
not to speak my mind.

So, what's the post?

Deputy Commissioner,

New York City
Emergency Management.

You'll be a good fit.

I would be, or I will be?

Devin, I can't let this slide.

And I shouldn't have to
tell you about leadership.

You can't
ask your troops

to follow an order you
don't follow yourself.

Straw poll says
the troops don't give a hoot

about keeping weed a crime.
That could be,

but the number-one job
of this department

is to make sure
the laws are upheld.

So my hands are tied.

You could be a voice of reason.

No one ever hired me
for my voice.

That's it?

If you can't meet me
at least halfway,

all I can do is say
thank you for your service.

♪

I'm Michael Goldman,
referred by the ACLU.

I've been assigned
to represent Duane Pitney

in the Rikers murder.

Talk about
your short straws.

Actually, I relish
the opportunity.

Testing the mettle.

Good luck with that.
What do you want from us?

I'm here because,
in my discovery, I've learned

that there's a group
called Real Samaritans

who've come under attack

because of Pitney's
relationship with them.

They say Pitney was
just passing through.

But the police report
named them

and gave their address in
conjunction with Pitney's case.

The PR desk is downtown.

Yeah, fair warning,
if you do not take steps

to insure the safe exercise
of their First Amendment rights,

I will be recommending
a civil suit against the NYPD

on their behalf.

Well, consider us warned.

I'm serious, Detective.

I know who you are,
I know who your father is.

You trying to threaten me
here, Mr. Goldman?

Not at all.

Just setting the table for you.

Good evening, Detectives.

Mm-hmm.

Some nerve, huh?

Yeah.

But with an irritating
little kernel of truth to it.

(sighs)

(tires screeching)

Hey!

What the hell's going on here?

- We're going out on rounds.
- "On rounds"?

That's funny, 'cause I thought
you said you were all, uh,

anti-gang.
We're not a gang.

You're not a gang?

Well, that's interesting.
'Cause when I see a bunch

of lookalike, dress-alike
dirtbags carrying pipes

and bats and sticks and such,

I see a gang.

We're a force for good.

No. You're everything
you claim to hate,

only you're too stupid
to see it.

Come on, Kyle.
You were a cop.

Walk in those shoes again
for a second.

You know I can't
back you up,

and you know
I'm not gonna protect you.

We don't count
on you anymore.

And neither do any of the
other right-minded citizens.

(hip-hop music playing
over car stereo)

Ready?

This is it.

This happens now.

Come on.

(hip-hop music playing
over car stereo)

GREEN:
Hey, white piece of bread, yo.

How many times
you been warned?

Could ask you
the same thing.

Yo, this Brooklyn.
We own all of this here.

Why don't you climb
back into those trees.

These are our streets now.

You calling me a monkey?

Yeah.

And you just...
DANNY: Tyrell Green!

Step away.
Over there.

Tyrell Green,

I've observed
you operating a motor vehicle

with inoperable taillights.

(scoffs)

I've also became suspicious
that some of the individuals

in your company

may have felony records,
which, as you and I both know,

consorting with known felons
is a violation of your parole,

a violation which will
send you right back to prison

if you don't
get the hell out of here.

Oh, man, you on that
bull shiesty, right?

Get out of here before
I change my mind, okay, Tyrell?

Come on.

Yo.

Better work on your tan
around these parts.

(engine starts)

Come on.

(hip-hop music playing
over car stereo)

Fix that taillight.

Kyle Wentworth. Hey!

We don't have stand-your-ground
statutes here in New York City.

Yet I've observed
you and your friends

acting in a very
threatening manner,

armed with implements

that could well be used
as dangerous weapons.

Your boy Duane's
in protective custody

for killing one of his boys.

Should you end
up in Rikers,

well, (chuckles) your ass
would be a sweet replacement,

if you get what
I'm saying.

Now, get the hell inside, start
making travel arrangements.

All of you.

Come on.

(men muttering)

Take a seat.

JONES: I wanted to come
and personally thank you

for reaching out during
this challenging time for me.

And?

That's all.

No, that can't be all.

I've got two reporters
from the Times metro desk

on their way in here.

Madam Mayor,
we came here as a courtesy,

but also to stress that
this is a departmental matter,

and we'd prefer
to keep it that way.

Is he still fired?

Chief?

After some candid
and invigorating discussions

with the commissioner,

we agreed on
the course of action

which both sets the right
example for rank and file,

while allowing me to reset
and then resume my duties.

Why does he sound like he's
reading from a teleprompter?

He doesn't.
JONES: I'm not.

What's the course of action?

A period of suspension.

Define "period."

A length or portion of time.

I meant how long?

That's TBD.

TBD. What else?

Outpatient rehab.
So, what?

He has to watch Reefer Madness
all the way through?

I'm not buying
any of this, Frank.

Also, mandatory drug tests,
going forward.

Where you get a mandatory
heads-up a week before.

We came here as a courtesy.

I would appreciate courtesy
in kind.

As difficult as it is
in this instance,

it is my duty
to enforce the laws

governing marijuana use
by our officers

with the same diligence

with which we enforce it
on the public.

Smoke and mirrors, that's
what you're giving me, Frank.

Good day, Madam Mayor.

I wanted to thank you again
for your support.

Meant a lot to me.

You're gonna say
it eventually.

Might as well just
get it over with.

Nope.
"Reagan, I got to admit,

you had my back
on this one""

Nope.
"Hate to say it, but I owe you one."

Not happening.

DISPATCHER:
12-David, we have a 10-34,

assault in progress,

1954 Eighth Avenue.
(siren wailing)

Central, 12-David,
show us responding.

(tires screech)

Whoa, whoa.
Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa! Hey.

Face the wall, face the wall.

I'm going in, Jamie.

Out of the way. Move. Move.

Move!

What happened?
These douche bags

were hitting on us,
and they started

grabbing our boobs
and stuff,

so the bartender,
like, stepped in.

Then they started just,
like, whaling on him.

Central, 12-David. We need a bus
at this location, forthwith.

Does anyone have a rag?

Thank you.

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?
(grunts)

All right.
(grunting)

Skip?

Eddie?

Did you set this up?

Oh-- oh, no.

No, no, no.

Well, that's good to hear.

I think my ribs are busted.

We got an ambulance on the way,
so stay still.

I stepped up.

JANKO:
Yeah.

Yeah, I heard, Skip.

Can we be even?

Skip, just take it easy.

Can we be even?
Just...

(Skip groans loudly)

Yeah, we're good.

(Skip groans loudly)
Shh, shh, shh, shh.

That's...
(continues shushing)

Yeah, I got it. Thanks.

That ain't right.
What's that?

Canvass turned up
security camera footage

clearly showing Green
and his crew

smashing the plate glass,
then going in and coming out.

The precinct had
the footage an hour later,

and they sat on it.

Now, given the vics
in this instance,

I can understand
why they'd sit back.

Danny.

But we are supposed to
protect and serve everyone...

Danny. Danny!
...no matter what.

What?!

♪

(camera clicking)

Can't say I didn't
see this coming.

Yeah.

At least he died
doing what he loved.

How's that?

Taking out young black men.

You know, he was a cop.

He was?
He was.

Retired from the 4-4, said
it was the job made him a bigot.

He said that?

That's what he said.

You buy it?

No, I don't buy it.

What, then?

He just wasn't the man
for the job.

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