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What's up, my man?
Let me see it. Let me see it.

- What's in your pocket?
- Aah!

- What are you doing?
- What's in your pockets?

- No!
- Hey! Police!

Get away from him!

Get up over there right now. Line up.

Hands out of your pockets.

Hands where I can see them. Go.

Line up, right now. All of you.

You all right? You okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you.
- All right, come on.

All right, get him upstairs.
I got to control these guys.

- That's five on one, Sarge.
- I'm good right here.

I said go.

Nobody move.

Central, I got a requesting

10-85 forthwith, Re-holding five...

Hey! Hey!

Come on, get him! Yeah!

What's up now? Yeah, come on!

Come on, let's go! Run, run!
Go, go, go, go, go!

Let's go! Move! Russo. Russo!

Officer down.

Russo!

So...

Sergeant Russo,

tell me something,

does trouble find you

or do you find trouble?

Both, I guess.

You bring your pinky to a fistfight?

Seriously, sir?

Look, I didn't go looking
for this. It found me.

Yeah, well, look, Ray,

I've sat next to more cops

in hospital beds than I care to count.

Most of the time,

it's a solemn vigil, but...

with guys like you,

it takes maybe a certain
amount of ball-busting

as proof

of how bad I feel.

Well, you got me, boss.

Where was your partner in this?

He was tending to the victim.

It was partly my fault.

My partner was moving the vic
off the scene.

The kid's only a rookie.

I should've had better eyes on him.

There is only party
in the wrong in this.

We find them yet?

We will.

Boss.

Mr. Mayor.

Good to see you. Wish it were
under better circumstances.

With a camera guy.

He deserves recognition

for his sacrifice.

Mayor Chase,

Sergeant Ray Russo.

Sergeant, thank you for your service.

How you feeling?

A little banged up, Your Honor, but

nothing this old chassis can't handle.

Well, I'm literally in awe.

You've been dragged through it, huh?

- Yes, sir.
- You're in good hands here.

That was really fun.

I wasn't expecting Malcolm
to pull off that fundraiser.

- Oh, he loves his nephew.
- Yeah.

Besides, his wife did it all, anyway.

Hundred percent.

Badillo.

- Hey.
- I thought you took off already.

Hey, guys. What's going on?

I didn't know you smoked weed.

Not usually. But it's been a rough week.

Helps take the edge off.

Still, man, maybe, uh, not a good look

outside the police charity event.

I'm already on my way home.

If anybody caught you, you could
get seriously jammed up.

That's why I stepped away.

What's going on?

Nothing. Look, guys, it's 2024.

No one's getting in trouble
for a little bit of weed, okay?

Have a good night.

You too.

- What do we got?
- Uh, male.

About 30 years. Looks like he
took a swan dive from up there.

- Any witnesses?
- No. He was found

by a passing pedestrian
earlier this morning.

All right. We got it from here.

- Son of a bitch.
- What?

I think this is
Julius "Caesar" Hutchins.

He's an MMA fighter. I've been
watching this kid for years.

I didn't know you were such a fan

- of fighting as a sport, Reagan.
- Little bit.

This must be where he trained.

I think this kid had a fight
coming up this weekend.

Looks like the fight's off.

Those marks on his neck... they're not

consistent with somebody taking a fall.

- Maybe he was sparring?
- Maybe.

This kid has his whole future
in front of him.

Doesn't mean he couldn't have jumped
out of that window himself.

We'll see what the M.E. says.

Prosecution and defense
have rested their cases.

The attorneys from both sides

will now present their final arguments.

Prosecution, you may begin.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Members of the jury.

Today, you have heard testimony

about the murder of Derek Tobias

at the hands of Jonah Kindler.

The cold, calculated killing
of a family man

by a jealous coworker.

Now, the defense has attempted to argue

that Mr. Kindler is not
guilty due to mental deficits.

Due to insanity.

Insanity would be
letting this man walk free.

So, I ask that, today,

you not let insanity win,

but instead, justice,

for Derek,

his wife, his kids,

and the people of New York.

Thank you.

Good to see you.

Nice work, you two.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Uh, mock trial is over.

A.D.A. Reagan, then.

Never a fair fight
going up against this guy.

- You argued well.
- Uh, not well enough

for the jury, but

whenever you take a class with him,

everyone always knows
we're playing for second.

I bet.

- Walk with me?
- Mm.

So, your argument was quite impressive.

Your summation was a bit short.

Uh, you like to keep yours to the point,

so I just figured I'd do the same.

Ah, studying my cases, huh?

Any student that wants to be
a prosecutor has.

Well, your fellow classmates in the jury

found you to be effective.

As did I.

A-Are you saying...

I'm saying that, out of the 17
law schools that competed,

you are the winner of the D.A.'s
mock trial competition.

Congratulations.

We'll be making
the announcement on Friday.

Thank you. Uh, I don't know what to say.

Well, when you do...

...I certainly hope you give me a call.

Be happy to make a recommendation

or help you schedule an interview

for the D.A.'s office.

We could use someone like you.

Thank you.

You have no idea what this means to me.

- Well...
- Christopher Kossula?

- Yeah?
- You're under arrest

for possession of cocaine
with intent to sell.

Wait, what? What are you talking about?

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you

in the court of law. Okay. O-Okay.

- I don't-I don't know what's going on.
- Chris?

What are you doing?

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Well, I appreciate it.
Thank you very much.

That IAB?

Yeah.

What's going on?

Where's Badillo?

He banged in for the next couple days.

Wait, are they looking for him?

They got a tip he was smoking
weed at a police function

and they want to drug test him.

Well, what's gonna happen...
just a slap on the wrist, right?

Well, apparently, this type of
thing has been happening a lot,

so they're looking
to make an example of him.

Meaning suspension?

Meaning...

he could be terminated.

Wait.

You can't be serious.

They're not really gonna
terminate Badillo over a joint.

It's IAB... it is out of my hands.

He's one of your best officers.
You're really not

gonna try and protect him?

There's got to be something we can do.

You know where he's
spending his days off?

He mentioned visiting his mom.

Find him.

Tell him to check himself
into a rehab facility.

A rehab? F-For weed?

Once he is in there,

they can't touch him. And then,

by the time he gets out,
they will test him

and he'll be clean.

On it.

Yeah!

This guy Julius was supposed to fight

looks like he came straight out
of the prison yard.

Nasty as they come.

I'd jump out a window if
I had to fight this guy, too.

Trouble is, I think Julius
was on his way to superstardom

after this fight, so why
would he jump out a window?

Coming after you!

Hey, come listen to this.

If I have to hear
these guys yell at each other

like schoolboys again...

It's not how they're yelling,

it's what they're yelling
at each other. Listen.

Keep running that mouth,

I'm gonna throw you out
that damn window.

- Come on!
- Break it up, break it up, break it up,

break it up.

Kill you!

Tell me that's not something.

It's no secret

our city has seen a drastic rise

in random crime.

Our police officers
are doing everything they can.

Officers like Sergeant Russo here.

But when not even they are safe,

it's time for stronger medicine.

Which is why I've asked the governor

to send in the National Guard
to help secure our subways.

With reinforcement,

we'll finally be able
to get New York back

- Could you please turn that off?
- to the city we love

and feel s...

I'm guessing the mayor
didn't give you a heads-up?

Good guess.

He knew you'd never go for it.

We need to release a statement,
make it look like

we were part of the conversation.

But we weren't.

I know it was an ambush, but

maybe the mayor's not wrong
about asking for help.

- Garrett.
- More of our cops

were injured on the job
this year than ever before.

Which means more guys retiring,
which means more crime.

You buying this?

No, but I get why he's doing it.

Yeah, to give us the middle finger.

It'll make us look worse
if we say nothing.

People are gonna cheer this move.

They're sick of crime.

Garrett, he used
one of our police officers

as a prop.

People gonna cheer that, too?

People aren't gonna see that.

Then point it out.

What if Sergeant Russo volunteered?

What if he agrees
with what the mayor's doing?

I-I'm sure many cops do.

Not this cop.

If it helps keep people safe,

maybe it's worth considering.

So, we let our city

become the mayor's security state?

It won't if we work with him.

Frank, it's happening.

It's out of our hands.

No. If I side with the mayor,

I'll be saying to thousands

of New York City cops,

"You can't do your job."

Representing yourself?

I thought you were smarter than that.

No, I-I do have a lawyer.

I just wanted to
talk to you alone first.

Still not smart.

He's a public defender.
I've met some great ones,

but this guy's a little out to lunch.

So, get the court
to appoint you another.

I don't need to.

I'm here on good faith.

Those drugs weren't mine, I swear.

You're gonna need a
better defense than that.

Drug test me.

Talk to my friends. I don't use

and I don't deal.

Somebody's setting me up.

So you're saying those
drugs were planted?

That... That's the only explanation.

Other than they're yours, right?

I mean, law school must be stressful.

Maybe... you need to unwind.

You think that I'd be willing
to become a prosecutor

if I was willing to sell drugs?

You wouldn't be the first.

If they were planted,

who would be targeting you?

I come from a rough neighborhood.

So, maybe someone doesn't like that

- I wanted to join your office.
- Speculative.

Have you ever dealt drugs in the past

or run with people that have?

If you want us to help you,

you have to tell us everything.

If not, we have no choice,
but to charge you.

Criminal possession
of a controlled substance

in the third degree?

Class B felony?

Carries a sentence of one...

One to nine years.

I know.

I think it's time
you call in your lawyer.

Nate Silva.

Little busy here.

"Keep running your mouth and I'll

throw you out that damn window."

I'm sorry...

what did you just say to me?

No, that's what you said
to Julius Hutchins.

Before he fell out
the window of his gym.

That was just part of the show.

Where were you the night he was killed?

Here, training.

Been with my camp 24/7.

You got anyone who can
verify that for you?

I don't know. Look around.
What do you think?

I haven't left Nate's side.

- And you are?
- Dima, his trainer.

And I can promise you
that no one from our camp

had anything to do with Julius' death.

Is that right?

Look, it's sad what happened to him.

You can ask me all the
questions you want,

but, uh, Nate here's got
a fight to train for.

The fight hasn't been called off?

They found a replacement for Julius.

Who?

Alex Simmons. A good matchup.

In fact, I used to train him myself.

Didn't waste any time taking over

after the death of a fellow fighter.

- The show must go on.
- You ask me,

Nate's looking a little nervous.

It's a good thing
no one's asking you, right?

I'm cutting weight and I still got

a few pounds left to go,
so you two can be

on your merry little way out of here.

All right? All right. We will, we will.

Hey, you could come in here,
and spar with me.

I promise I won't knock
that pretty little head off.

You stick to your job.
I'll stick to mine.

All right, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on. Come on.

Come on, ladies, let's go!

Eddie!

It's been so long.

How you doing, honey?

Good. It's good to see you.

This is my husband Jamie.

- Hi.
- Oh.

Is Luis here?

No, he's not. Why?

When's the last time you saw him?

What's this about?

Adriana, we just want
to talk to him about something,

and his phone's off.

Always been bad with his phone.

Really? I never noticed that before.

Well, he is.

Sometimes.

What's going on?

You tell me.

Is he in trouble?

What makes you say that?

A couple of cops came around a bit ago

asking the same questions.

How long ago?

- Less than an hour.
- Adriana,

your son and I are partners,

and we just want to help him.

Can you please tell me where he is?

I don't know.

You use Jetboils

for camping?

I don't even know what those are.

Luis threw out some things
when he came by,

picking up his stuff.

We're sorry to bother you.

It was good to see you.

Same.

Only backpackers and campers
use Jetboils.

Badillo has mentioned hiking
on Staten Island before.

That would explain
why he has no service.

Let's check it out.

What are we looking for here, anyway?

If we think Julius killed himself,

we're looking for anything
to indicate that he may have.

Otherwise...

Oh, you think Nate did it.

You really think that
he would murder Julius

right before the fight when
all eyes are looking his way?

I think Nate said he would
throw Julius out a window

and next thing you know,
Julius gets thrown out a window.

We follow Nate till we can rule him out.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

Uh, did you know Julius,

the young man who lived next door?

Yeah. Such a sweet guy.

Used to have me over
for dinner sometimes.

Terrible, what happened.

Yeah, it is.

Uh, did you notice
anything different with him

in the last week or so?

- Anything out of the ordinary?
- He's barely here.

He's always down the gym.

So, no family, friends, no visitors?

There was one guy
that come by the other day.

He must have been one of
the fighters from the gym.

Uh, big guy, lots of tattoos.

This guy?

Yeah, that's him.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Hey.

Bada bing, bada boom.

You sound very pleased with yourself.

So, I asked around on the block

- where Chris grew up in Bed-Stuy.
- Uh-huh.

Turns out he used to run with
a gang when he was younger.

- Which one?
- The Alamo Boys.

He was even busted as part
of a drug operation

when he was a juvie.

How did he get into law school
if he had a record?

Case was sealed.

Judge Carson owed me a favor

from when he was a prosecutor.

Well, I'm really surprised about this

'cause I thought he was a good kid.

Only one thing left to do now:

prosecute.

First up on the scale

is Nate Silva!

Official weight:

one ninety-eight.

Yeah!

And his opponent,

Alex Simmons!

What the hell

are you guys doing?
There's cameras here.

Exactly. We see them.

So, either you can tell us what
we want to know in private

or we're gonna talk to
the press about something

they're gonna want to know about you

and the fact that you went
to Julius' apartment

right after you threatened
him and now he's dead.

What? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Okay, let's go talk to them.

All right, just-just come-come with me.

Julius and I used to train together.

I went over there to wish him good luck.

- All right? That's it.
- Do you always

break bread with your opponents
right before a fight?

Yeah, I'm a nice guy.

You gonna tell us
what the hell's going on

or are we gonna go tell
them what the hell's going on?

All right.

There's an easy way to make
some extra money in this industry.

You talking about fixing fights?

Yeah, I'm talking about
fight fixing, man.

Look, unless you have a movie,
TV or product deals,

most of us barely make ends meet.

That's why I was talking to Julius.

To get him to get on board
with fixing the fight.

Yeah.

But then he decided to back out.

And he ended up dead on a sidewalk.

I didn't kill him.

That's not how I roll.

Who's in charge of this fight fixing?

I don't know.

I get an envelope
with cash and instructions.

That's it. They're ghosts.

Well, how'd you get hooked up with them?

I got a phone call.

Phone call?

Julius and I were boys.

I wish I never
brought any of this to him,

but I keep talking to you
and it's gonna be me next.

Well, maybe there's a way
we can flush them out.

Flush these guys out?
Ho-How are you gonna do that?

You don't lose the fight.

So I can end up like Julius?

You win the fight,

they'll come after you,
we'll be waiting.

Come on, it gives you a chance

to make up for Julius getting killed.

So, I'm bait?

Man, that sounds like
a great deal for me.

Answer's no.

It wasn't personal, Frank.

Right you are. My mistake.

- Wait, what?
- It was impersonal.

You pulled an end run around me

like I was some lackey
you never even knew.

I didn't call the governor

until after I spoke with Sergeant Russo.

Seeing him,

listening to him,

I knew I had to act.

So, a cop you just met...
that's personal.

But me... who's worked closely
with you for five years...

It's an executive decision I made

outside of your purview anyway.

Well...

that's too bad.

And why is that?

Because I could have
filled you in a little

on the cop you made poster boy.

Filled me in how?

As my mom always said:

he's a thorn looking for a side.

Aw, now you're just trying to throw me.

No, I'm not. I'm simply pointing out

that there may have been
something that you missed

during your quickie courtship.

All I did was call for backup.

Much-needed backup.

No, that's not all you did.

You broadcast to my men and women

that they are not up to the task.

They need help.

Everyone knows it.

Including Sergeant Russo,
who almost lost his life.

Oh, come on, he walked out
of the hospital this morning.

Look, I understand why you're upset.

You're upset that I didn't
bring this to you first.

But we both know you wouldn't
have entertained it

for one second. I did what I had to do.

We could have worked together
to find a better solution.

You don't work with anyone.

You back people into a corner

and then call it collaboration
when they do what you want.

Call them off.

No.

I'm doing the right thing here, Frank.

Your own rank and file agree with me.

So, you can either get on board,
or you can get out of the way.

My office is prepared to
offer your client two years,

followed by one-year
post-release supervision.

We aren't accepting any jail time.

You're lucky it's not more.

Two years for a first-time offender?

But you're not
a first-time offender, are you?

You were in a gang.

- Don't respond to that.
- That was a sealed record.

Well, it doesn't matter,
if they have it.

Yeah, it does.

How did you get it?

Did you file an official request
with the judge?

I'll take it from here.

Was it an official request?

It was sealed. You shouldn't
be able to consider it.

Either way, we know
your history, and you...

Your story has not been adding up.

Fine. When I was 15,

I was arrested for being
a lookout during a drug deal.

But I was only doing it
for my family's protection.

How is that
protecting your family, exactly?

Where I'm from...

I was worried about my sister
and my mom every day,

so I just started
running with those guys

so they wouldn't go after them.
It was for our protection.

But that doesn't mean
that he's dealing drugs now.

Doesn't help his case, either.

You don't want to believe me, fine,

'cause you're gonna lock me up anyway.

- That is not true.
- Yes, it is. We know how this goes.

Once you're in the system,
the system follows you.

And you guys paint people
like me with the same brush.

If I believed you...

...where would you tell me to look?

- Erin.
- We got nothing

from talking to the gang
members in your neighborhood,

so maybe there is another stone to turn.

You're asking me?

You're the prosecutor here.

And you're smart.

And if you really are innocent,
you need to help us.

Help us help you, because otherwise,

we all know what the judge
is gonna decide.

How do you know
this is the right campground?

It's the only Boy Scout campground

on all of Staten Island.

And Badillo used to come here
when he was a kid.

Badillo was a Boy Scout?

I know. Can't get away from you guys.

Ha. Funny.

Well, guess maybe he's
more than just a tough guy.

You know, when you hooked
us up as partners,

I couldn't stand the guy, but

he's a softy at heart.

Second-best partner I ever had.

Nice job, buddy.

Wait here one second.
I'll be right back, okay?

Okay.

What are you guys doing here?

What's going on?

Is that kid...

No, he's not mine.

I volunteer with a program

who look after kids who
have lost parents on the job.

You never mentioned that before.

I know.

Because you lost
your first partner on the job.

- That his kid?
- Kyle.

We go camping once a year.

I hate to tell you this, but
you got to cut your trip short.

Someone ratted you out

to IAB. They're coming for you
for smoking weed.

Seriously?

Only way out of it is to check
yourself into a rehab facility.

That way they can't drug test you.

Why do you think I needed
to take the edge off

in the first place?

Would it have been any better if
I had a whole bottle of whiskey?

No, I hear you,

but they want to fire you for this.

- Do you want that?
- Of course not, but...

Uncle Luis?

One second, buddy.

I'm not cutting my time short with him.

Badillo.

Kyle's been looking
forward to this for months.

I'll deal with the consequences
when I walk back into that precinct.

For now, we're gonna
get back to fishing.

See you guys later.

Come on in. Have a seat.

Commissioner.

So, how's the recovery going?

Uh, doc said that there's
still a lot that's wait and see.

Including, maybe, my eye needs surgery.

Mm-hmm.

But I'm here because
I stood by the mayor

at his press conference, aren't I?

Sat...

by the mayor, actually.

You were in a wheelchair.

- They made me.
- Yeah,

I know, hospital protocols,
and all that stuff.

But I didn't call you in here
for discipline.

I just want the truth.

Well, you may not like that.

The truth.

Well...

I seldom do.

But I'm gonna ask anyway.

What did the mayor say to you

that made you wave the white flag?

Is that what I did?

Well, you sat by him

all solemn-like

while he called in the National Guard

because he thought
my cops were overwhelmed.

Aren't we?

Well, you were.

In a line-of-duty attack.

In the duty you signed on for

and get paid for.

This, from my commissioner?

Oh, come on, Ray.

Come on. Six months ago,
you were in this office

itching for a fight
with a guy 20 years older

and 40 pounds fatter

because you blamed him
for your lack of advancement.

Which says what, exactly?

Well, I don't know. You tell me.

I'm a guy who likes to get
what's coming to him?

Okay.

So, what did the mayor promise you

in exchange for your endorsement?

He didn't promise me nothing.

He did show me respect.

I'm heading downstairs
to turn my shield in.

I'm vesting out and moving on.

Well, good luck, Ray.

Caroline Lee?

Can we have a word?

A.D.A. Reagan. Of course. no problem.

First, I want to say I thought
you did an exceptional job

at the mock trial competition.

Thank you. It was an honor
to argue in front of you.

Well, you must be near
the top of your class.

I'm on course to be valedictorian now.

Now that Chris has been arrested?

Yeah. I still can't believe it.

Were you surprised
to find out he was selling drugs?

He was the golden boy of our class.

No one saw it coming.

Except for maybe
someone who was jealous?

What?

Thing is, Caroline,

we know those drugs were planted.

What are you talking about?

The weight of the drugs
found in Chris' apartment

was precisely enough to make it
a Class B felony.

So, whoever planted 'em

knows the law to a T.

Are you saying I did it?

Chris and I were friends.

Well, we got prints off the drugs,

which led us
to the dealer who sold them,

and guess who he picked out
of a photo array as the buyer?

Not Chris.

- Y-You're lying.
- Well, I can't

legally lie to you, but I can make you

a one-time deal offer.

If you confess,

I will knock it down
to a Class C felony.

But I'll get kicked out of school.

I'll lose everything. I...

You could lose a lot more if you don't.

One-time deal.

I have to say, Paul, Silva did not

look like himself in the first round.

Well, I don't think Simmons'
4-0 record is a fluke.

You notice anyone
unusual in Nate's camp?

Everyone here
seems a little unusual to me.

On your feet!

- It's time for round two...
- Here we go.

Fighter, you ready? Fighter, you ready?

Let's go to war!

It's a classic grappler

versus striker matchup.

Solid leg kick! Connecting with a right

is Simmons.

He's throwing it.

I mean, he throws a lot of punches,

but it's the ones that land

- that are most effective.
- Maybe.

- Maybe not.
- Oh, look.

Oh!

Look at the strength of Simmons.

Oh! what a slam by Simmons.

Simmons establishing dominance.

Look at him, Danny.
He's getting destroyed.

Silva can only cover.

I never noticed those guys
in Nate's camp before.

Silva now in
the Freddie Blassie choke hold.

Oh, he's gonna tap Silva out!

- It's over.
- Simmons is gonna win!

Wait a minute. Oh, he got out!

He got out.

It's not over.

Silva lands another one!

He's coming back.

The tide has turned!

Silva's back from the dead!

Oh, this can't be happening!

No way!

No way! Simmons is dazed.
Can Silva finish?

Oh!

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me? That was huge!

That was a huge victory!

And they're not happy about it.

Silva taking
his victory dance onto the cage.

Come on. Let's go.

The crowd is loving it here.

I don't think
I've seen a better fight in my life.

- Unbelievable.
- Yeah!

Oh, wow, what a fight!

Danny! There he is!

I'm sorry, guys, I got to go.

There they go. They're
going after Nate. Come on.

Your car is this way. Move it.

Go ahead.

Police!

Son of a bitch.

All right. Take it easy, boys.

So, what...

y'all just wanted some
alone time with me or what?

Man. At least take me to dinner first.

Dima.

That's the SUV.

Yeah, this is definitely
Dima's building.

Let's go.

What the hell are you doing here?

You tell me. What happened tonight?

Wait, you're behind all this?

You know, I thought Julius

taking that little fall would've
been enough

to keep you in check.

Take care of him.

Runner!

Police! Don't move!

Don't move!

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

- I knew you'd come through.
- Come on.

You didn't actually think I'd do it.

Course I did. I bet half my paycheck

you'd win that fight.

Just glad I didn't
have to fight you myself.

Yeah.

What, no luck?

Not really.

I mean, we found him,

but he didn't want to check into rehab.

I guess he's just gonna face the music.

"We" found him?

I mean me. I f-found him.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Cap, you got a minute?

Oh, what a surprise.

Sergeant Reagan.

I, uh...

I got a confession to make.

You do?

Yeah. Badillo and I had a few
too many at that fundraiser.

We exchanged a few words
and got into it.

Look, it-it was me

that reported him,
but it was a false report.

He wasn't smoking weed. I lied.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

You know if I report this to IAB,

they're gonna put you
through the wringer.

It's a complaint at best,
suspension at worst.

You sure that's what happened?

Yeah, I'm sure.

All right.

And my office will be
dropping all the charges.

Oh. Yes.

Thank you

for taking the time to investigate.

- And for believing me.
- In spite of what you believe,

we do not jump to conclusions
in this office.

- I'm sorry if I overstepped.
- And you made

the same mistake
you accused us of doing.

You judged me and everyone here

as one-size-fits-all prosecutors.

I know. I just felt trapped.

Thank you.

I heard what Jamie did for me.

I was just as surprised as you are.

Look, I know he didn't report me.

Still don't know who did.

Does it really matter at this point?

I guess not.

Look, maybe I should have gone to rehab.

It just didn't seem fair, you know?

I know.

Why didn't you tell me
about the program?

Hits too close to home, I guess.

Talking about my former partner

to my current partner... it's
tough. Brings back bad memories.

Well, if you ever want to talk,
you know,

I'm here.

You're always asking why

I can't get into a serious relationship.

I don't ever want to leave
a kid like Kyle behind.

You know, for what it's worth,
seeing you with Kyle...

You're gonna make a great dad one day.

You still haven't given up on me yet?

I never will.

Partner.

- So, how was everyone's week?
- Don't ask.

- Oh, the same.
- Eh.

Okay. That's it.

I'm calling a CompStat meeting.

- Aw.
- CompStat?

CompStat? What is that?

It's short for "computer
statistics." It...

It's when a...

precinct boss

stands before One PP brass

and defends their numbers.

Yeah, but what it's really about

is accountability.

My D.C. of operations,
Jack Maple, brought it to me.

I'd like to take credit for it,
but it was really all him.

And we used to have
family CompStat around dinner

- every so often.
- Mm.

We had to defend our grades.

We sure did.

- Oh.
- Unless you were Danny,

and it was a fight he had during school.

All of 'em were justified, thank you.

Uh-huh.

Okay, Sean. Let's begin with you.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Why don't you tell everyone about

- your Econ grade?
- Econ?

Wait,
I thought that you were a history major.

He is, but he took this
other class because of a girl.

Ooh!

- A girl.
- Ooh, what's her name?

Uh...

At CompStat meetings,

- can you plead the Fifth?
- No.

You're not getting
out of this that easy.

I'm coming back to you.

Jamie, you're up.

Are we really doing this?

You bet we are.

I heard you had an eventful a week.

Mm...

I got a citation

for filing a false report with IAB.

You?
Well, he w... He really didn't do it.

He took the fall for my partner

and got him out of jail.

Maybe we should keep some
deniability around this table.

Hey, I didn't hear a thing.

Yeah.

Erin?

No. Straight A's, as usual.

Now I remember why I can't stand

CompStat meetings at the table.

Well, how many people did you
put your hands on this week?

- Not one.
- Really?

No. Thought I did
almost get into a fight

with a professional MMA fighter.

- What?
- What?

I thought you said the week
was uneventful.

It was uneventful,

but if I fought him,
he would've killed me.

Francis?

Oh, well. I'm sure everybody saw

the mayor's press conference, so...

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

You're not really gonna
let him call in the Guard.

Yeah, you got a play, right, Dad?

Not one you want to make?

Well... the mayor and I

have gone at it
more than our fair share,

but sometimes I wonder
if that doesn't do more

to divide the city than to help it.

The definition of
insanity is doing the same thing

over and over again

and expecting different results.

Yeah, but there's no way you're gonna

let him get away with this, right?

What are you gonna do?

Hopefully, the right thing.

Of course I gave him a job.
How could I not?

I can think of about ten good
reasons off the top of my head.

Oh, cut it out.

On top of the debilitating
injuries, the guy has PTSD.

- Who says?
- He says.

Who knows better?

And where are you going with this?

What's the job?

- Private security.
- Oh.

So, that's what...

"director of peripheral logistics" does.

- How the hell do you know that?
- Well, my

DCPI sometimes gets his press releases

from a crystal ball.

Okay. Enough. I didn't poach your guy.

He walked across the street
under his own steam.

Look, we have a metric in the NYPD.

It goes, 20% of the cops

do 80% of the work.

You bought yourself a slowpoke.

Well, live and learn.

Look, call the governor

and have him cancel this deployment.

Why would I do that?

Because this quid pro quo
you got going with Russo?

You don't want that.

Who says it's a quid pro quo?

Garrett Moore,
when he talks to the press.

And they trust him,

so they will lean into it.

And you will be up a creek

with a lazy ex-cop.

So, now you're blackmailing me?

No, I'm not. I'm not.

I'm just giving you a heads-up.

So...

Mr. Mayor, I have detailed plans

for sector-targeted redeployment

of NYPD manpower

in the subways.

Solutions...

that you and I could present

as a One PP-city hall partnership.

You and me, working together.

Ah.

When you say "working together..."

I mean together.

No more games.

Okay. Deal.

Then call the governor.

I will.

Now would be good.

Carolina, see if you can
get Governor Mendez, please.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.