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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?

Come on. Come on,
give him a strike. Let's go.

Yeah! Oh!

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'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.
- 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.

Big curveball coming.

We totally appreciate it.
We take this very seriously.

- Oh, down on strikes!
- Yeah!

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

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.

Oh, I'll bet.

Hard pass.

We done?

What?

"Last night, retired
Lieutenant Lawrence Cooper

"was collared for pulling his gun

"on an unarmed male during an argument

outside a bar."

Did he fire his weapon?

He did not.

Was he arrested?

Yes. And no.

Saved the best for last, did you?

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.

In other words,
someone made a phone call.

And that someone is...?

Unknown at this time.

No one's talking.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

Larry.

Good to see you.

Same, Commissioner.

Uh, sorry about
the circumstances, though.

Same. Have a seat.

Been a few years.

Yeah, uh, three and change.

You know,

your retirement racket
was one for the ages.

So they told me.

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.

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.

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.

Excuse me, sir,
but the mayor's office just called.

He needs to see you ASAP.

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.

So, uh-uh, grab the guns

and collar "Yooz."

Hughes. "Yooz."

Hughes.

- Hughes.
- Yeah.

- Hughes. Better?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- All right.

And were you aware Cooper

was in my office when you called?

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.

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.

Why didn't you call me?

We both know what you would have said.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

No, you're not.

You're right.

I told you so.

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."

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.

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.

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.

Well...

We stick with the facts.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- Was he a cop?
- 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.

Yeah.

I had my bachelor party dinner there.

Jim comped the whole thing.

That was one hell of a night.

So I heard.

- Huh.
- Ooh.

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.

So, while I'm still breathing...

...have at it.

What?

Wait,
you-you want us to have your wake now?

While you're still alive?

Why not?

- Sounds kind of morbid, Pop.
- Right?

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

Well, great.
Why don't you go first, then?

Uh...

I remember when

Jack and I broke

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

and you hid us in the basement.

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

Gramps!

That old witch was a pain in the ass.

Whoa!

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.

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.
- 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.

There you go.

Oh.

I guess it's my turn.

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.
- Mmm.

That's it?

Pretty much.

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.

Here comes mine.

Wait for the exchange.

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.

Get down!

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.

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.

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!

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!

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!

And he'll give you whatever you want.

Drop it, mate, or she's dead.

Okay.

Okay, you got me.

Just relax.
Don't hurt anyone, all right?

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.

Nice shot, Sherlock.

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?

Yes.

Impressive.

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

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?

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?

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?

Get your bag.

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

It wasn't my idea.

- It was your idea?
- No, it wasn't.

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.

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...

...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?

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.

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.

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.