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What do we got?

Vic was getting into his
car when he approached.

Perp shot him in the chest.

Guy took off in his Bentley.

Oh, perp's got expensive taste.

He's definitely not the type
to stop for a proper chin-wag.

Can we help you?

Christopher Granger.
I'm an investigator

with the NCA.

So what are you
doing in New York?

Pursuing a fugitive
named Archie Hughes.

And you think this Hughes guy

got something to do with
our vic getting dead?

We gave you a perfectly
lovely language.

Shame you don't use it.

Hughes is indeed the reason

your victim "got dead."

And you know this how?

Hughes fled to New
York after murdering

a London police officer.

He only drives Bentleys.

Doesn't prove anything.

But this does.

I recovered this from a security
camera across the street.

And you obtained that how?

I asked politely.

Apparently, that's a
novel approach here.

Mm-hmm. Okay,
well, this is now

an NYPD homicide
investigation,

so if we collar Hughes,
we'll let you know.

Hughes isn't the sort
of common street thug

you people generally pursue.

When I find him, I'll give
you a bell on the blower.

What the hell is a
bell on a blower?

What's a chin-wag?

MAN 1: Come on. MAN 2: Come on,
give him a strike. Let's go.

MAN 3: Yeah! MAN 1: Oh!

MAN 2: Come on, now, come on.

Porter plus 260 to
strike out Shaw.

Uh, excuse me.
Sergeant Reagan, NYPD.

We're a licensed ticket broker.

Okay, um, I'm following
up on a complaint

that was filed by Roger Fenton,
Thomas Reims and Martin Dicker.

Oh, cool, yeah. We'll
be with you in a minute.

Ah, there goes the parlay.

All right, uh, uh,
double down on Porter.

Thanks for stopping
by, Sergeant.

You guys allege that
false wagers were placed

on your online
gambling accounts?

Yeah. Yeah.

BooyahSport.com... they've been

robbing us for months.
(phone ringing)

Phone's ringing.
They'll call back.

You guys own this business?

We run it for my dad.

Oh, that's, uh,
Nick of Nick's Tix?

My dad's name is Irving.
He wanted it to rhyme.

Strike one.

So these wagers...

We keep careful records
of all our bets, Sarge,

win or lose. DICKER:
Yeah, and Booyah Sport,

they've been trying to stick us

for over three grand.

Okay, I'm gonna need you
to send me everything

you have on the wagers
in question. Strike two.

No problem, Sergeant.
Whatever you need.

(exhales) Big
curveball coming.

We totally appreciate it.
We take this very seriously.

Oh, down on strikes! Yeah!

(all cheering, shouting)

Winner, winner,
chicken dinner.

(all cheer)

(all clucking)

I'm just gonna see myself out.

Hey. Heard you were
on homicide call.

Yeah, lucky me. What happened?

Officer Michael Tate attempted
to collar Luis Perez.

The recently deceased.

Perez was robbing
an elderly victim.

Tate intervened,
Perez tackled him,

pulled out a knife,
fled across the street.

And apparently forgot
to look both ways.

Actually, uh, Officer Tate
shot Perez with his Taser

as he fled. In the back?

Didn't have much of a choice.

But that's when he collapsed

and then was hit by the vehicle?

According to Tate's
statement, yeah. Why?

Anthony, Officer Tate shot a
fleeing suspect in the back.

He tasered a dangerous perp
who was armed with a knife.

Where's the knife?

We haven't recovered it yet.

I want to see Officer Tate
and his lawyer downtown ASAP.

The Chamber of Commerce
requests your presence

at their annual spring dinner.

I went last year.

It's the fire
commissioner's turn.

Let her suffer through it.

She begged out.

(chuckling): Oh, I'll bet.

Hard pass.

We done? (sighs)

What?

"Last night, retired
Lieutenant Lawrence Cooper

"was collared for
pulling his gun

"on an unarmed male
during an argument

outside a bar."

(sighs)

Did he fire his weapon?

He did not.

Was he arrested?

Yes. And no.

Saved the best
for last, did you?

GORMLEY: Cooper was
collared at the scene

and then transported
to the 117 precinct,

when things got a little hinky.

Define "hinky."

Someone reached out
to the desk sergeant,

who in turn ordered
the arresting officer

to prepare a voided arrest.

And cut Cooper loose.

(sighs)

In other words, someone
made a phone call.

And that someone is...?

Unknown at this time.

No one's talking.

(sighs)

Then let's make a
phone call of our own.

To the desk sergeant?

No, to Lieutenant Cooper.

I'd like to know who he knows.

♪ ♪

All precincts have eyes
out for the stolen Bentley.

How about the crazy
Brit driving it?

I'm gonna head
over to the lab,

see if they started processing

the crime scene
evidence. All right.

Keep me posted? Yeah.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I've been graciously
offered the full cooperation

of the NYPD.

So we're a bunch
of rank amateurs,

but you drink our coffee?

Strictly tea, if you
can call it that.

Any leads on Hughes?

Hughes's gang buys
guns from a network

operating in Manhattan...

Which they smuggle
on container ships

to the UK. Correct.

The network is led by
an expat Irish lout

named Kieran Ainsley.

So you think Hughes is
gonna try to connect

with Ainsley's crew. I do.

And when I locate Ainsley,
I should locate Hughes.

Great. Well, thank
you for the tip.

I'm gonna go locate both,

and you can sit here
and enjoy your tea.

Just a moment, Detective.

Either I accompany you
or I tell your boss

that you refused to
cooperate in the apprehension

of an international fugitive.

Okay, Sherlock.

Where are we on
the investigation

into the death of Luis Perez?

I'm fine. Thank you
so much for asking.

This thing's taking
on a life of its own.

My phone's been
ringing all morning.

Investigation is ongoing.

A cop tasing a suspect in
the back, causing his death?

Not a good look.

Officer Tate says
Perez had a knife.

Allegedly.

No weapon was found on
the initial canvass, no.

This cop...

Officer Michael Tate.

Any history of excessive force?

Uh, yes, he was accused
of excessive force

three years ago, but
that suit was dropped.

Got a call from
the mayor's office.

They'd like to
see Tate indicted.

Well, that is up
to the grand jury.

Which is why I want
you to present the case

to them personally.

Any one of my ADAs
can handle this.

Some grand juries give cops
the benefit of the doubt.

Which is often warranted.

From my understanding
of the facts,

Tate should be indicted
for manslaughter.

The facts have yet
to be established.

So establish them.

And secure an indictment.

Are you familiar
with Booyah Sports?

Solid company. Sound
security protocols.

But they could still
be ripping people off?

Sure, but I
wouldn't bet on it.

So you think these
guys are lying?

When it's time to pay up,

gamblers tend to suffer
selective amnesia. Yeah.

But how about when they win?

Rule number one:
gamblers lose.

The house uses
sophisticated algorithms.

Gamblers use their gut.
It's not a fair fight.

I'll review the accounts
of these three yahoos,

but finding any criminality
on the part of Booyah?

Serious long shot.

Thanks.

Thank you for coming
in, Officer Tate.

Why wouldn't I? I
did nothing wrong.

We're here to clear
up this matter.

Can you describe the
incident with Mr. Perez?

I spotted him robbing
an elderly woman.

Uh, when I attempted to
place him under arrest,

Perez tackled me
to the ground.

And he had a knife? Yeah.

H-He didn't pull it until
after he started to flee.

So I pulled my Taser, I fired.

He went down, and subsequently
he was struck by a vehicle.

Mr. Perez's death
was a tragedy,

but Officer Tate
followed procedure.

The robbery victim
did not see a knife

in Mr. Perez's possession.

He didn't pull the knife until
after I was on the ground.

Seems strange he didn't use it

in the commission
of the robbery.

ABBRUZI: The
victim was elderly.

Perez probably thought
he didn't need it.

Makes sense.

The problem is, no knife

has been recovered
from the scene.

Bystanders frequently pick
up weapons at crime scenes

before a perimeter
is established.

There's no evidence
that occurred.

Are you saying that
I'm lying about

this jerk having a knife?

No, no, no one's saying that.

But without the knife,

this looks like a police officer

causing the death of an
unarmed fleeing suspect.

ABBRUZI: Officer Tate
put his life on the line

to stop a dangerous felon.

I did my job. I shouldn't
be punished for that.

Intel says this is where
Ainsley and his crew hang out.

An Irish pub.

How perfectly appropriate.

You got a problem
with the Irish?

I noticed your family left.

Yeah, they left decades ago
because they liked food.

They were hungry. (chuckles)

Ainsley and his crew,

bound to be heavily armed.

I thought you
guys didn't carry.

For nutters like Hughes,
we make an exception.

Good call.

Police!

Son of a bitch.

This is Ainsley.

At least it was.

Well, he's not in the
gun-running business anymore.

I have Lieutenant Cooper.

Let's have him.

(sighs)

Larry. (chuckles)

Good to see you.

Same, Commissioner.

Uh, sorry about the
circumstances, though.

Same. Have a seat.

(clears throat)

(chuckles)

Been a few years.

Yeah, uh, three and change.

You know,

your retirement racket
was one for the ages.

(chuckles) So they told me.

(laughs)

Heard you had a little
trouble last night.

Yeah, uh...

some drunk got too
loud at the bar.

I asked him to quiet down.

He kept running his mouth.

And at my wife Katie.

Did he ask you to go outside?

Yeah, and I should've let it go.

But you didn't.

Once we were outside,

I told him I was a retired cop.

I wasn't looking
for any trouble.

But he made another
crack about my wife.

And you lost your temper.

I pulled my weapon, but
I didn't aim it at him.

I just kept it down at my
side where he could see it.

And I told him to repeat
what he just said.

It would be my guess
that he did not.

No, sir. (chuckles)

He took off.

Next thing I know,
I get collared.

They took my gun,
my carry permit.

For what, two minutes?

I guess the arresting officer
had a change of heart, sir.

(sighs)

The arrest report indicated

that you made a phone call.

To whom?

I'd rather not say.

Larry...

if someone pulled
a string for you,

I need to know who.

(door opens)

BAKER: Excuse me, sir,

but the mayor's
office just called.

He needs to see you ASAP.

(door closes)

And there it is.

If this is how Hughes
treats his friends,

remind me not to
get on his bad side.

Archie took over
his gang in London

by decapitating his predecessor.

I rest my case.

My people report
that Hughes's gang

is expecting a shipment
of guns from New York

in the next 72 hours.

And he's already
replaced Ainsley's crew.

You think Hughes intends to
receive the guns himself?

Ship them to the UK.

Get rid of Ainsley's cut.

Make more profit for himself.

Archie's off his trolley,
but he's not stupid.

Your guys got any
intel on the shipment?

No, not yet.

Okay, I got a CI who
might be able to help.

We can snatch the
shooters and get Hughes

banged up in the nick.

Tickety-boo.

Too bad you don't
come with subtitles.

Oh, fine.

(American accent): So,
uh-uh, grab the guns

and collar "Yooz."

Hughes. "Yooz."

Hughes.

Hughes.

Yeah.

Hughes. Better? Yeah.

Good. All right.

(sighs) And were
you aware Cooper

was in my office
when you called?

CHASE: Yes.

And I feel like I'm
getting the third degree.

Well, you kinda are.

Did you intervene on his
behalf when he was arrested?

I made a phone call, yes.

Well, that's a major problem.

(sighs) Just let me explain.

What, how he was head
of your security detail

for two years?

Yes, he was. And yes...

I want to help him.

Well, at least
you don't deny it.

He protected me during
some very dicey times.

I'm aware.

When a lunatic with a gun

approached my
motorcade last year,

it was Cooper who disarmed him.

Which was his job.

And I'm sitting here now
because he did it damn well.

Look, I appreciate it

that you felt a
debt of gratitude,

but squashing a lawful arrest

crosses a line.

Cooper's a good man.

A good man who drew his weapon
in public for no good reason.

There were extenuating
circumstances.

Well, I'm all ears, Peter.

He mention he was with
his wife last night?

He did.

Katie's got pancreatic cancer.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Cooper's torn up
about it, obviously.

So...

when this guy mouthed
off to her, he snapped.

Exactly.

Not an excuse, mind you.

But an explanation.

(sighs)

Why didn't you call me?

We both know what
you would have said.

(sighs)

Look, I...

I was protecting my people.

Like you do yours.

That Holy Trinity at One PP?

You'd take a bullet
for any one of them.

Mr. Mayor...

loyalty is one thing.

But proximity to power

shouldn't be a
get-out-of-jail-free card.

Cooper was one of mine...

and one of yours.

And it was a minor
incident, Frank.

Involving an ex-cop
and a loaded firearm.

Not exactly minor.

He was an exemplary
public servant.

And...

he's a friend...

of both of ours.

I'm asking you to
look the other way

as a favor to him...

from both of us.

(sighs)

I used to sell
real estate. Ugh.

Major upgrade. This
market only goes up.

So the company's doing well?

Are you kidding?

Gaming's a freaking
license to print money.

Nice office.

I just put a down
payment on this bad boy.

(squeals)

Guess it's true, the
house always wins.

Vegas started with
one casino, you know?

So, how can I help?

The clients that I
told you about...

Ah, the minnows.

I'm sorry?

Opposite of whales. Small fish.

Fenton, Reims and Dicker?

Minnows.

They allege that your company

ripped them off for
over three grand.

(laughs)

Are you serious?

Our nightly bar
tab is three grand.

So you deny that their
wagers were phony?

We don't need to steal
money from clients.

They throw it at us, 24-7.

But if were gonna
rip someone off,

it wouldn't be these three.

Minnows?

Look, our lawyers authenticated
every disputed wager.

Those guys are welcome to sue.

But trust me, it would
be a sucker's bet.

(spray can hissing)

DANNY: Hey! Hey!

Don't make me chase you, Bobo.

Don't make me chase
you. Hey, Detective.

Sorry I didn't recognize you,
man. I'm sure you didn't.

This is Granger.

He's an investigator
with the NCA.

Charmed, Mr. Bobo.

You ain't from around here.

How terribly astute.

DANNY: We need some
information from you.

Come on, man, last time I
helped you, I nearly got killed.

Have you heard
of Archie Hughes?

Yeah.

Word is he just capped
Ainsley's entire crew.

DANNY: Well, we heard Hughes

has a large shipment
of guns coming in.

We need to know where
and we need to know when.

No way. Dude's crazy.

I ain't getting capped for this.

The only reason you're
on the street right now

defacing this wall
is because I put

in a good word
with the D.A. Yeah,

and I appreciate it, but I
can't help you, all right?

You're gonna help us.

Well, there's no
need for violence.

Yeah, listen to
Inspector Gadget, huh?

Shut up. You want
to get Hughes?

This is how we do
it in New York.

You're on your own, Bobo.

Am I gonna find something
that violates your parole

right now, Bobo? All
right, all right.

Now that I think about it,

I may know where this
deal's going down.

Great.

ABETEMARCO: Thanks for coming.

Well, you wouldn't
take no for an answer.

Been canvassing this scene
for the past two hours.

Look, I know Tate's a good cop

and you want to
help him, but...

Must've went over the
place at least ten times.

Came up with nothing.

You can't blame
yourself, Anthony.

Till I spotted this.

Right under this tree.

I mean, that's a good 40 feet
from where Perez was killed.

Impact of the crash must've
sent it flying over here,

which explains why
CSU couldn't find it.

Okay, well, go ahead.

Say it.

I'm above that.

(laughs) No, you're not.

You're right.

I told you so.

(door opens)

(sighs)

Feels like the hot seat.

It is the hot seat.

Look, we've been discussing
the incident at Donahue's

and felt it was best that
we heard directly from you.

Yeah, fire away.

Interesting choice
of words. Hmm.

Look, uh, you haven't
been currently charged,

but if you feel you
need an attorney...

Nah, I'm...

I'm in enough trouble already.

Well...

fair warning, we do not

pull our punches in here.

Well, 33 years on the job,

I've taken just about every
kind of punch there is, sir.

Okay, floor is open.

What the hell were you thinking,

brandishing a loaded
gun on a public street?

I lost my cool, okay?

And then some.
Were you drinking?

My wife just started
a new round of chemo,

so we're both on the wagon.

Did, uh, Katie push you
to confront the guy?

More like she pushed
me just to let it go.

Guy said you aimed
the gun at his head.

Load of crap. Never happened.

Still, I think it's fair
to say you overreacted.

He called my wife "a
stupid little bitch."

(exhales softly)

Definitely not okay.

But to threaten deadly force
is completely unacceptable.

The, uh, guy you
argued with said

that he was in fear of his life.

Well, in my experience,
most cowards are.

GARRETT: All due respect,

you pulled a gun
on an unarmed man.

Who's the coward?

This mutt walked out of that
bar the same way he walked in.

Which does not
excuse your actions.

No, sir.

GORMLEY: Well, for the record,

prick calls Sheila
that? He spits teeth.

But not bullets.

I get it, okay? I-I-I get it.

The arresting officer
could make a stink

about being forced
to drop the collar.

I talked to the guy. He's
willing to let it go.

(sighs) Well...

We stick with the facts.

(clears throat) If
Larry Cooper were not

a respected former
NYPD officer...

Well, given the provocation...
and his cooperation...

a regular joe could've
walked with a warning.

(sighs)

Your carry permit up to date?

Yes, sir.

If you ask me, it's a jump ball.

Maybe this time it
goes to the home team.

(sighs)

Tough call.

How are we doing on
the Tate indictment?

Oh, I don't think
there's going to be one.

I beg your pardon?

A knife was found
at the crime scene.

I read the file.
Then you also know

that Officer Tate's actions

were likely justified.

Is there DNA linking
the knife to Luis Perez?

Well, the knife was
found a couple hours ago,

and debris and then
there was weather...

Are Perez's prints on the knife?

Uh, inconclusive.

DNA? Also inconclusive.

And the knife was
found quite a distance

from where Mr. Perez was killed?

Yes, but according
to the report,

the force of impact...

That's conjecture.

Fairly solid
scientific conjecture.

The fact remains
there's no solid link

between Perez and that knife,

which means there's plenty
here to secure an indictment.

Well, that would be
up to a grand jury.

Which will believe whatever
you tell them to believe.

I know you favor an
indictment in this case...

This office favors an
indictment in this case.

And you represent this office.

I understand. I'm
simply saying...

The people need to know

that police officers are
held to the same standard

as any other citizen.

But according to the law,
his actions were justified.

Once Tate is indicted,
he'll get a fair trial

and possibly be acquitted.

But the people will
know the system works.

The-the people? What people?
The people of the state

or the people of
your political base

who distrust the NYPD?

Your job is to see that
Officer Tate is indicted.

I suggest you get to it.

Pretty impressive setup.

Eh. I could do most
of the same stuff

with a laptop in Cancún,

but my boss won't go for it.

(chuckles) I interviewed
one of the executives

from Booyah Sports.

Let me guess, they
denied everything

and dared these guys
to sue? How'd you know?

Standard operating procedure.

They have got more
money than God

and way better lawyers.

Yeah, pretty sweet office.

You should see
the one in Vegas.

You've been there?

They offered me job crunching
algorithms last year.

Probably should've taken it.

Why didn't you?

And leave all this?

Look, I like money as
much as the next guy,

but profiting off
other people's misery?

Life's too short.

Speaking of losses,
did you get a chance

to run those wagers? Yeah.

It looks like your clown
posse filed a false complaint.

How so? All the bets
they claim are phony?

Every one of them was made
on their home servers.

Hey, Pop, how was
Jim Tillison's wake?

Ah, about the same

as the other nine I've
been at this year.

SEAN: Was he a cop? HENRY: No.

He, uh, owned a
restaurant in Garden City.

Food was okay, but, uh,

everybody went there for Jimmy.

That guy had some crazy stories.

Yeah, some of them
were even true.

(all laugh) DANNY: Yeah.

I had my bachelor
party dinner there.

Jim comped the whole thing.

That was one hell of a night.

So I heard.

Huh. FRANK: Ooh.

HENRY: But you know
what struck me?

All these people saying

all these wonderful
things about Jimmy.

Yeah, but he wasn't
there to hear it.

Exactly.

I mean, if you're
gonna toast a guy,

at least he should
be around to hear it.

Yeah, and defend himself.

(both chuckling)

So, while I'm still breathing...

...have at it.

What?

ERIN: Wait, you-you want us

to have your wake now?

While you're still alive?

Why not?

(laughs)

Sounds kind of morbid,
Pop. DANNY: Right?

No, I-I kind of like
the idea, actually.

Well, great.

Why don't you go first, then?

(Erin and Janko
chuckle) SEAN: Uh...

I remember when

Jack and I broke

Mrs. Pinsky's, uh, big
ceramic flowerpot...

(laughs)

...and you hid us
in the basement.

Now, Jack... What?
He covered for you?

(laughs) Gramps!

That old witch was
a pain in the ass.

Whoa! (all laughing)

JANKO: Okay, wait, I got one.

When I had my first
dinner here at this table,

I was scared.

And Henry gave me a hug. Aw.

And you made feel
very welcome.

And so you were, and so you are.

Well, I remember
when I decided

to not pursue a career
in law and become a cop,

and everyone
thought I was nuts.

We still do.

(laughs)

And Pop was the only one
who told me to trust my gut.

And I never regretted it.

And the department's been
that much better for it.

Thanks, Pop.
DANNY: Hear, hear.

I remember when Mom died,

um, Pop said,

"When you miss her,
just close your eyes

"and listen, and you will
hear her voice again."

And I still do that.

And don't ever stop.

Well, I'll always remember
being a little kid,

hanging out in your
office at One PP,

hiding under the desk,
listening to you make

all these important decisions

on how to keep our city safe.

You were my hero then,
Gramps, and you still are.

FRANK: There you go.

Oh. (laughs)

I guess it's my turn.

DANNY: Yeah, it is.

Um, well...

what can I say about the man
who taught me everything?

Taught me how to drive a stick.

Taught me how to pour beer

in the side of a glass just so.

Taught me how to reheat a pizza

by sliding a slice into a pan

shimmering in a little
olive oil. ERIN: Mmm.

That's it?

Pretty much.

(laughter)

No.

Not hardly.

That was just the
tip of an iceberg

that runs deep and wide.

To Pop.

To Pop.

Hear, hear.

Thank you, one and all.

There's our guys.

GRANGER: Here comes mine.

Wait for the exchange.

HUGHES: Everything
in order, gentlemen?

You got the cash?

Shall we proceed?

Lovely. These will
do quite nicely.

Here we go. Move in.

Police! Let me see your hands.

DANNY: Get down!

(indistinct shouting)

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Get down!

You crazy son of a bitch.

What the hell are you doing?

You're gonna get
yourself killed.

Cheeky bastard got away.

Not for long, he
didn't. Come on.

You want to tell me what
the hell you were thinking

about, going after
Hughes like that?

Archie and I have a
personal score to settle.

What kind of score?

I mentioned Hughes murdered
a police officer in London.

Rupert May, 25 years old.

You knew him? When I
was a Met detective,

I taught at Hendon
Police College.

Rupert was my finest student.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He wanted to fight
the gangs of London.

I helped him get the posting.

Well, look, him getting
killed, no matter how,

it's not on you, it's the job.

Tell that to his
pregnant wife.

(scoffs)

DISPATCHER (over radio):
5-4 detectives, be advised

subject has abandoned
his vehicle,

front of 1224 Crescent Street

and fled into location.

Possible hostage
situation at this time.

That would be our boy.

(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)

DANNY: What do we got?

Armed, barricade perp
inside that coffee shop,

and he's got hostages.

Okay. Hold your position here.

You ready?

Once more into the fray.

Let's go.

You got one shot here, Hughes!

Release the hostages

and come out with your hands up!

Bollocks!

(people screaming)

GRANGER: You're
finished, Archie!

End this now!

Granger, you dodgy git!

Crossed the pond just
to float home in a box?

Clear the way or I'll
start tossing bodies!

WOMAN: No, please, no.

You have three minutes!

Hey, keep him talking.

There's an entrance
around back. I'm going.

Too risky, mate.

I say we wait for
reinforcements.

Yeah, well, never stopped you.

Reagan!

Let's talk about this, Archie!

These little lambs are
running out of time, Granger!

WOMAN: And he'll give
you whatever you want.

(hostages gasping)

Drop it, mate, or she's dead.

Okay.

Okay, you got me.

Just relax.

Don't hurt anyone, all right?

(screams)

And I thought you
American coppers

were supposed to
be so tough, hmm?

How about you let them go?

Keep me hostage
instead, all right?

Nah, in my experience, mate,

coppers make crap hostages.

Always pulling daft stunts

and winding up dead.

(gunshot)

Nice shot, Sherlock.

GRANGER: I'm just relieved

that I didn't miss, Watson.

That makes two of us.

Officer Tate,

what was Mr. Perez doing
when you approached him?

He was in the process
of committing a robbery.

How would you
describe the victim?

Elderly and plenty scared.

Who initiated contact
between you and Mr. Perez?

I pulled him away
from the victim.

Did you attempt to put
Mr. Perez under arrest?

Yes, but he tackled
me to the ground

before I got the chance.

Is that when he
pulled the knife?

No. H-He pulled the knife
after he started to flee.

So he never directly
threatened you with a weapon?

No.

Officer Tate, um,

when Mr. Perez fled
across the street,

were there bystanders
in the vicinity?

It's a busy neighborhood.
It was pretty crowded.

And would you say

those bystanders were in danger

when Mr. Perez ran
across the street?

Perez had a knife.

There's no telling
what he was gonna do.

So, when you pulled your
Taser and fired, you were

trying to protect those
innocent pedestrians?

That's right.

And when Mr. Perez was
struck by the vehicle,

what did you do?

I called for an ambulance

and immediately
administered CPR.

You tried to save his life?

TATE: Yes.

Impressive.

I'd say you deserve a
medal, not an indictment.

JAMIE: As I said on the
phone, you guys were right.

Your gambling accounts
were definitely hacked.

We appreciate you nailing

these lowlifes, Sergeant.

That's my job.

They're going to jail, right?

That depends on whether or not

you want to press charges.

Oh, we're pressing charges.
I mean, they're gonna pay.

The perps are right in here.

Wait, what's going on?

JAMIE: I believe you
know the suspects?

Delaney? I-I'd like
an explanation.

I'm sorry, Dad.

We've been...

making bets on your
online accounts.

Is that true, Elizabeth?

ELIZABETH: Yeah.

You bet so much, we
didn't think you'd notice.

How'd you get my password?

Duh.

It's on a Post-it taped to

the TV remote, Dad.

Not the swiftest move.

I'm incredibly
disappointed, Daniel.

I know.

You actually bet Golden
State plus three in Denver?

The Nuggets were
on a back-to-back.

Okay, I think we're missing
an important point here

that gambling among minors

is a serious and
growing problem.

Are we going to jail?

I think you guys have
learned your lesson.

I guess we have, too.

Yeah, we, uh, we apologize for
wasting your time, Sergeant.

You guys are free to go,

but in the future
maybe you want to

play more sports
with your kids,

less time betting on 'em?

(mutters) Get your bag.

Don't forget your
bag. I'll take it.

DANIEL: It wasn't my idea.

REIMS: It was your idea?
DANIEL: No, it wasn't.

FENTON: I got to
change my password.

Who the hell do
you think you are?

I know you're disappointed
that the grand jury

chose not to indict
Officer Tate.

Disappointed? You're
not even warm.

I presented the facts.

"Sounds to me like you deserve
a medal and not an indictment"?

That's right.

According to whom?

The law, which spoke for itself.

More like you
spoke for the law.

You put your finger
on the scale big-time.

Just like you asked me to.

Except for I used
a different finger.

(sighs)

(chuckles)

(groans)

You this punctual
just to show me up?

Nah, old habits die hard.

I appreciate you giving Cooper

a pass on the gun charge.

Well, it seemed like a
good idea at the time.

It was.

But I'm not so sure.

Cooper's a good man.

Who, right now, is on
an operating table,

fighting for his life.

Wait, what happened?

A road rage incident in Astoria.

Uh, Cooper was
arguing with a guy

who cut him off, and...

(sighs) ...drew his weapon.

But this time the other
guy had a gun, too,

and Cooper took
one to the chest.

My God.

Is he gonna make it?

Unclear.

This is on me.

No.

Larry was an ex-cop
and a good one

and he should've known better.

But if his prior arrest stood,

would his weapon have
been confiscated?

(sighs) Yes.

And this never
would've happened.

That's unknowable.

I thought I was helping the guy.

That scene outside the bar...

...was a red flag.

And I missed it.

We both did.

(sighs)

The day I was sworn in as PC,

my dad took me to dinner

and he said, uh,

"Don't let the big desk and
the fancy suits fool you.

"You're just another
cop whose job is..."

"...to follow the law."

Smart guy.

And I failed that task here.

Because I asked you to.

Hey, I could've said no.

God knows, I've done
it a hundred times.

(sighs)

In these jobs,

hubris is the
occupational hazard.

The decisions keep coming,

and we start thinking

having the last word
means we're right.

We make more than we miss.

Yeah, but up here?

Dropping the ball is more
like dropping a bomb.

Will you ride with
me to the hospital?

I am sorry.

You and me both.