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I hardly even recognized you,

with the suit and the beard.

Well, my parole officer always says

you gotta look the part.

Well, you certainly look dapper.

I'm glad you stopped by, Del.

Uh, there was one more thing I wanted to ask you about.

Well, I figured, the way you've been strangling that file.

You know those marijuana licenses the state's giving out?

Yeah. Big business. Very competitive.

They're going to guys who did long bids

for old drug laws; guys just like me.

Okay, where do I fit in, exactly?

Just a character reference.

I'm smart, good with people.

Maybe mention my dashing good looks.

Okay, I will be sure to use exactly those words.

Is that a yes?

It would be my pleasure.

Thank you, Ms. Reagan.

Seriously, I really appreciate it. Okay.

Bye, Del.

Reagan, what the hell was that?

Uh, am I missing something?

Del Thompson is not your case.

No, but he was about ten years ago.

No, his active case with A.D.A. Jenkins

for armed robbery.

Well, well, if it isn't the boy wonder.

Heard you could use some help from your Uncle Danny.

Not exactly.

Here working part of a narcotics case.

Oh. Well, I'm here because half my squad

and my partner are in court.

Supposed to be my day off.

Lucky you. Yeah, lucky me.

What do you got here, hit and run?

And then some. Delivery guy, Miguel Diaz?

Yep. Shot twice in the torso after he's hit

by a motor vehicle.

Witnesses? No witnesses. No footage.

No paint residue left over from the car on the bike.

Okay, so why is this a narcotics investigation?

We have reason to believe that the compañeros

are working with the Federación cartel

to move fentanyl into and across the city.

Compañeros?

What the bike delivery guys call themselves. Uh-huh.

Hard to believe the cartels are taking out

pizza delivery guys now.

So what do you think?

I think I'm gonna be spending the day

with my nephew.

Usually, I'm not one to fall for TikTok trends.

How are compression socks trending on TikTok?

Circulation is vital for regulating

your body's hormones, you know.

Has anyone ever told you how weird you are, Janko?

Yeah, all the time.

DISPATCHER All units, all units, we have a 10-30 in progress

at 4 Whitehall Boulevard, perp possibly armed.

That's right down the street.

2-9 Charlie responding.

Four hundred dollars?

That's all you have, is $400?

In a place like this? That's all the cash we have.

I swear. Four hundred dollars? I need 450.

I'm not lying. Where is it? Go get more.

Gun!

Police! Don't move.

Don't do anything stupid.

Dispatch, we're gonna need ESU and Hostage Negotiation

at 4 Whitehall.

You don't have to do this.

What's your name? I want to go home.

I want a helicopter.

Sure thing, we can get you that.

Why don't you let her go first? She hasn't done anything.

She didn't have the cash. No...

This is supposed to be an all-cash business.

I need cuffs! Got it.

Send a bus for the owner. I think she's hurt.

You on the job?

Almost. Still in the academy.

Garrett, you send notice when you're going to be this late.

That's the deal.

Do you think maybe his cell phone died?

For the third time in two weeks?

What, do we need to get him a car charger?

No, but we need to get these quotes out

by 9:00 a.m., so can I please run them by you?

Yes, of course. Sorry.

"Commissioner Reagan is pleased to announce

the expansion of community..." You know...

...it's not just the tardiness.

He missed the annual golf event at Dyker Beach.

He loves that.

And Pat Quinn's retirement, too.

Well, that ain't like him.

No, Sid's never been one to pass up a free drink.

Yeah. So, sorry.

What do you got?

"Commissioner Reagan is pleased to announce

the expansion of..."

Sir.

Lieutenant Gormley's been in a car accident

on his way to work.

Is he okay?

Yes, but he's being transported for further evaluation.

Well...

...have Jimmy get my detail,

and we'll meet the ambulance at the hospital.

He's being transported to North Hudson Medical,

up in Dutchess County.

Well, he sure as hell wasn't on his way to work.

That's 80 miles north of here.

Eddie.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Nearest superior officer running cleanup.

You okay? Yeah.

I'm a little shaken up, but ultimately fine.

Oh, thank God.

It's all thanks to NYPD's brightest new recruit,

PPO Jaylen Davis.

You're still in the academy?

Second in my class, Sergeant.

Not that anyone's counting.

Glad to hear the new guard's just as capable.

Officer Janko, you have a second?

I am not gonna be able to bury in my report

that he's still in the academy.

It's gonna have to go up to the chief of the department,

his CO.

Which I hope bumps him up to first in his class.

Eddie, you know, you know what this means.

No shield, no gun, he's still in academy.

He's prohibited from responding to life-threatening situations.

Yeah, but they can't actually fire him

for something like that.

He's on probation. They can fire him for anything.

But that's so unfair.

If he was just some random citizen,

they'd give him the key to the city.

And they're gonna say that his actions were dumb luck,

and that nine times out of ten it could've got somebody hurt,

and they might not be wrong.

Well, then, you've got to get me more time.

I got to get creative with my statement,

gather testimony...

That's not how this goes.

I need your statement now.

Do you know how absurd this is?

Unless you start telling me that you got ringing in your ears...

What?

Exactly.

All right, Officer Janko,

I suggest that you get checked out.

The gunshots might have caused damage to your hearing.

Which also means...

That I cannot request a statement from you

until you've been medically evaluated.

Age 19,

Del Thompson gets strung up on an intent to distribute charge,

and you're the prosecutor.

Landed him nearly a decade behind bars

for something that these days would earn him

a slap on the wrist.

Because of prior offenses. He knew the deal,

so did you.

And then the deal changed.

Marijuana laws caught up to the times.

All I did was help him get his record expunged.

Keep in touch, look after his rehabilitation.

Oh, come on, Erin.

Social Services is right across the street.

There was no need for you to take on this charity case.

He was a teenage fall guy for a gang

that was terrorizing the neighborhood.

I mean, context matters.

Something we can agree on.

Del's active case file.

Active?

He was wielding a hammer during a robbery?

Pretty brutal stuff, huh?

This doesn't add up.

He, he has no history of violence.

We suspect he was robbing known gang members

because he knew they wouldn't cooperate with an investigation.

And now you want to leverage my relationship against him

because your case has stalled.

In an unofficial capacity.

String him along with this license,

see if we're missing something.

In other words, Del has no idea

he's under the microscope.

And he won't until I give my word.

Understood?

Loud and clear.

Good.

That's all for now, Erin.

You can leave the door open.

None of my intel says this corner's hot.

Well, this is where Miguel was seen taking his last delivery,

so it's where we start.

Detectives Hill and Reagan.

You got a minute?

No?

Nobody?

Nothing?

What about you?

No one knows nothing about Miguel, okay?

Who said anything about Miguel?

Guys in suits don't just show up for speeding tickets.

Any information will help.

"Compañero" means "partner," doesn't it?

Look at you.

Gringo learned a word.

So if one of my partners got killed...

You wouldn't go accusing his friends.

"Accusing"? I think you got this mixed up.

Compañeros get run down,

held up, killed for their bike every week.

And what do you people say?

"Was he wearing a helmet, obeying the traffic laws?"

Nah, I got this just right.

Okay, all right, look.

We understand losing a friend isn't easy.

But we all want the same thing here.

We'll take any information you got.

No questions asked.

Let's go.

You know I do this for a living, too, right?

Oh, yeah?

How long you been doing it?

Long enough to know when pressure's warranted.

But not long enough to realize

that none of those guys was gonna talk

in front of his friends.

Read the top text.

"I think I can help you find who killed Miguel."

Mm-hmm.

Amazing what you can learn

by simply handing out a business card.

So what exactly are we looking for here?

Any proof of his "violent criminal behavior."

Hard to believe this sad sack is some hammer-wielding lunatic.

That's exactly my point, but...

of course when Crawford says jump...

Yeah, you politely tell her to screw off.

And yet here I am, stuck on a stake-out

when I've got four witness interviews

on the docket in the morning.

Must've taken this guy ten hours

to collect all those cans.

Well, no wonder he wants to get a dispensary license.

You know how much those places rake in?

Could tell you exactly. Right.

You helped one of your friends get one of those.

Need I remind you he ended up dead?

So what's your read, so far?

Do I help this guy out if he comes out clean?

I mean, sure, the paperwork's a bitch, but...

if Del did a ten-year bid on trumped-up charges?

Kind of a no-brainer.

You got to do your part. Anthony, look.

Yeah?

You see that?

That's a hammer.

Okay.

I've been living up here the last couple of months.

But it's not that cut and dry.

Actually, it is.

You're familiar with the administrative guide.

Members of the service

must reside within a certain radius of the city.

Noncompliance could get me terminated.

So you knew the rules and you ignored them.

Boss, I didn't ignore them.

And is lying an issue?

To me, to Abigail, to Garrett?

I thought I could wait out the bill

making its way through Albany.

The one that ends residency requirements statewide.

Well, I will remind you that I never supported it.

I'm aware, but it's gonna pass.

The writing's on the wall.

Yeah, very much written in pencil.

Well, the truth is, I, uh...

I didn't want to play this card.

I didn't want to put you through this, but...

the fact of the matter is,

my mom has congestive heart failure.

The kind where they tell you it's best if...

you just rest at home comfortably.

I'm so sorry, Sid.

It's okay.

She's been in good spirits every step.

God knows how.

So, you moved up here

so Madge didn't have to go into a nursing home.

Yeah. Yeah.

Figure a couple of nights a week,

you know, that's the least I can do.

She spent every second with me my first five years.

Knowing you,

it was more like the first 25 years.

Yeah.

You know, not too long ago, I thought...

...I would never want to give up this job.

But the last couple of months made me realize that's...

That's not clearly true.

So...

...whatever you got to do, boss, I understand.

I know it's not personal.

My love to Madge.

Yeah. Rest up, Sid.

Miguel's daughter just turned five.

I was at her party less than a month ago.

So you and Miguel were close?

He was the closest thing to a brother I had out there.

He took care of me, he let me use his delivery app.

But...?

But he was always sticking his nose

in somebody's business, running his mouth.

About the compañeros' side business?

Moving product for the Federación cartel.

Or that's what Miguel thought, anyway.

Is it possible for you to give us any of these guys' names?

No.

I stayed to myself, stayed out of trouble.

Well, maybe you could point them out?

Oh, no, I don't want to get mixed up like that.

And we don't want you to do anything

you're not comfortable doing.

Right, but...

you came to us for a reason.

Yes, to give information,

not to get involved.

All we would need to do is put you in a car with dark tints,

far enough away that no one would ever know you're there.

And all you have to do

is point out the guys who you think might be involved.

And that's it? Nothing more?

It's the best chance we have to make sure

they never hurt an innocent person like Miguel again.

Hey, excuse me.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Oh, Officer Janko, I was one of the responding officers.

Um, I'm just looking for Mallory Ford.

My wife. She's resting at home.

Maybe you can pass on a message for me?

I-I wanted to talk to her about one of the other...

first responders, Jaylen Davis.

The kid? I can't thank him enough.

I was hoping that your wife

would write a statement on his behalf,

praising his actions.

I'm sorry, I just...

I-I don't think that's a very good idea right now.

Oh, so you can thank him enough.

My wife's at home because she tore her ACL

when Jaylen tackled the shooter, and our lawyer...

I just don't think it's a good idea.

Your lawyer what?

Are you suing Jaylen?

The department.

Since he's still in the academy,

he's liable for her injuries.

He saved her life.

Yeah, look, it's just the two of us running this place.

With Mallory laid up in bed, I don't see any other way.

We were barely getting by as it is.

If you go through with this,

it won't just get Jaylen fired,

it will follow him for life.

I'm sorry. It's this kid's career

against my family's wellbeing.

What would you do?

Honest, the hammer is just for cans.

Any kinks and the machine won't take 'em.

Yeah. And I'm Brad Pitt.

Does your parole officer know what you do to make ends meet?

It's just a side hustle.

No, not this gig,

the one where you stick up gang members for pocket change.

What? Yeah, pretty slick operation,

knowing none of 'em are gonna squeal on you.

Wait, w-who told you that?

I do my homework, Del.

That's not the whole picture.

Then paint it for us.

A few weeks back, I see some of my old friends,

still out on the block,

but now they're running with these new guys, too.

Only I notice these new guys aren't guys at all.

I'm talking 15, 16 max.

Can't even drive yet

and they got 'em out there pushing dope.

And this reminds you of what happened to you.

So you get angry?

Yeah, but I didn't steal nothing, I swear.

All I was did was tell 'em to back off those kids.

But if you flash a hammer, then we need

to take you in on menacing charges.

Well, then, I didn't flash a hammer.

You teach him that, Reagan?

Why didn't you come to me, Del?

I can make up for it. I'll wear a wire.

I'll use my phone to record 'em moving drugs.

No, there's no shot.

There's protocols, approvals, there's redundancies--

Well, I can do redundancies.

There's no more second chances, okay?

That's not the way this works.

Tell me what to do, and I will fix this.

You can't fix this.

Now it's my problem to sort out.

Do me a favor. Until then?

Don't do anything stupid.

And a poll on page 17 shows

59% of police officers in New York State are in favor

of eliminating residency restrictions altogether.

Noted.

And dismissed.

Garrett, I can't just rubber-stamp a provision

that affects every one of my cops.

And do you know how many of those cops would kill

to commute from a cheaper town?

You put your weight behind Senator Lee's bill

and it's as good as law.

Yes, and then the gap between the cops

and the people grows even wider.

You're not a congressman and this isn't a pork barrel.

Which is why, for once, I am staying out of it.

Well, in this case, silence is deafening.

Well, you have the floor, Mrs. Reagan.

Have at it.

How does it look for some of your cops to be scraping by

while you're living in a big, old house out in Bay Ridge?

Oh, come on, that's a load of crap.

Not for a cop on a rookie's salary.

Look, I've gone to bat a hundred times

to up their pay.

And all I'm saying is,

there's an easy fix for the optics.

Well, optics do not put bad guys behind bars.

And a quicker commute does?

Oh, come on, Garrett.

My cops are on the clock even when they're off the clock,

protecting New York 24/7.

That all goes out the window

if you loosen residency requirements.

And that takes precedence over something like a dying mother?

Garrett, please?

One exception does not prove the rule.

Unless Sid's not the only one.

That can't be my issue here.

Come on, pick up.

Hey.

Pilar won't answer.

We're supposed to meet her in an hour.

Yeah, well, you pushed her too hard,

so now we're taking a raincheck.

No. No, no way. Absolutely not.

You said yourself these guys are smart,

these guys are organized. We can't let them know

the heat is on until we're ready.

And what if they already do? Then they switch up tactics,

they'll leave us dead in the water.

No, they leave you dead in the water.

This isn't just a narcotics case,

this is somebody's life we're talking about.

Yeah, and hundreds more are at risk

if another fentanyl shipment hits the streets.

So, what about Pilar?

Her life is worth less?

She volunteered to help us.

Yeah, and if we lose her because she clams up,

then both our cases are back to square one.

Fine.

You go to her apartment, see where her head's at.

All right. You'll get ready with the camera.

I'll call you with news.

All right.

There he is.

How is my favorite cop in the entire city?

Suspicious.

What is it, Janko?

The Ford shootout.

I still haven't given my statement

for our UOR yet.

I promise I will do it first thing.

It's not necessary.

Sergeant Reagan already logged your statement from the scene.

It's taken care of.

Really?

Reagan, I'm gonna give you a hypothetical.

Okay...

How many lawyers work under you?

Uh, don't you know?

So let's say one of them is openly hostile,

constantly going behind your back.

But you can't do a damn thing about it

because they're so good at their job.

I get it.

I raised a teenaged daughter.

See, there it is.

That Erin Reagan charm.

Anyone else would have been out on their ass years ago.

I know I shouldn't have approached Del.

I told you explicitly. I know.

But you got to understand,

I've been looking after this guy for years.

I just had to see it for myself.

And you blew up Jenkins' case in the process.

For your own end. Again.

So, what would you have me do, Erin,

if you were in my shoes?

I don't know, saddle me with paperwork

and separate me from my longtime investigator,

just to prove a point. The problem is,

I can't afford to prove a point right now.

Not the way things are backed up around here.

So the best thing I can do

is take you off Del's case

and hope that maybe, this time, the message finally sticks.

The Chief of Patrol was

hounding me for my UOR.

Oh, next you're gonna say you were doing this to protect me.

Both of us.

By going behind my back?

Andrew Ford called me

about your little visit, you know.

And if anybody upstairs found out

that you were harassing him and Mallory--

Oh, harassing? You've got to be kidding me.

His words. Which you're taking as scripture.

Why are you so hell-bent

on helping some kid who broke

about a thousand protocols?

Well, for starters, you grew up in the place that kid did?

You're lucky if you make it past tenth grade,

let alone to the top of an academy class.

The academy is not the real world.

That's the whole point here.

He's smart, he's ambitious,

he's well-liked across the board.

Not to mention,

he maybe saved a life, probably mine.

And I'm grateful.

You sure seem like it.

But the fact of the matter is,

there's not much more we can do about it now.

The lawsuit's moving forward.

Yeah, you already turned in your report.

So my recommendation, the best you can do

is to deliver the news to Jaylen yourself.

DANNY Yeah.

Anything yet? Half these guys

already took off on deliveries.

I'm at her place right now.

I'll call you back in two minutes.

Pilar?

It's Detective Reagan.

JOE Hey.

Joe, we got a problem.

So Tyler's dating Reed,

who's mad at Drew's girlfriend

Olivia because her friend Allison

always comes over

and then leaves the place a total mess.

Wait a minute, who's Drew again?

My roommate.

I thought your roommate was Marcus.

Yeah, they're both my roommate. There are six of us.

Oh.

You live with six guys? Ah...

Yeah. And there's only one bathroom,

so you can imagine.

That's literally my worst nightmare.

Yeah, well, it's very expensive for college students

to live in Manhattan these days.

Yeah, which brings to mind something

I've been thinking a lot about lately.

What's that, Dad?

How many of you are familiar

with State Senator Damon Lee's new bill?

Mm. He's the guy that's trying

to eliminate residency requirements

for the NYPD, right?

Yeah, that's the one.

Statewide. Firefighters, too.

His op-ed in the Times

had some really interesting points.

On paper, absolutely.

But you have some reservations?

Just polling the crowd, Pop.

Hmm.

Well, I for one think it's a good idea for a cop

to live in the same city they serve.

Easy for you to say

with the sweetheart deal you got on your apartment.

Oh. Last time I checked,

Mr. High Horse, you're a proud homeowner.

Yes, with a mortgage I'll be paying off

till I'm 106 years old.

Yeah, so what's a rookie cop to do

with the sky-high cost of living in New York City?

Same as always, right? Get creative.

Yeah.

Hey, what about that guy

that was in your academy class?

The eccentric one.

Buddy Price. Yes.

Yeah, he lived in an illegal houseboat

in Greenpoint so he could save money

to date women five nights a week.

Ow.

And what's he doing now?

Doing ten years for tax fraud.

There you go.

I know plenty of girls that lived

just like Sean their first year,

packed in like sardines.

Those poor shower drains. Like a bird's nest.

Ew. Still, there's a valid case

to be made for living in the city that you work in.

You bet.

A better understanding of the city's pulse.

Not to mention,

a more personal stake in its progress.

Well, that's all very true.

But where do you stand on this, Francis?

Well, why don't we ask

the only uniformed officer who hasn't chimed in yet?

Mm.

Oh, don't look at me.

That's above my pay grade.

Okay.

Oy...

You'll lend a hand? I will.

Right after a drink.

You still worked up about working with Joe?

I'm not worked up about it.

He's a smart kid, great detective.

He's just a little too focused on making the collar

instead of the people involved.

In my work,

that's called "results-oriented."

Which is HR-speak

for being a pain in the ass to work with.

So what would you call, um,

"openly hostile"?

How would that translate?

That would be a huge pain in the ass.

Did Crawford lay into you again?

Yeah.

For trying to look after more than just the end result.

Mm. So damned if you do,

damned if you don't. Yep.

What's the issue? Something like Danny's.

Guy who just can't seem to get out of his own way.

My two cents?

There's only

so much you can do for somebody

before you have to let them figure it out for themselves.

You can lead a horse to water...

But you can't make him drink.

Exactly.

And as hard as that might be to accept,

it even applies to the two of you.

Detective. Del.

Got a minute to talk?

Well, Reagan's stuck in a meeting,

but, uh, you can take a seat

if you want.

I'm, uh, actually here to talk to you.

It's about those guys on my block.

I'm sorry, pal.

I got no more skin in the game,

you know, the D.A. took us off your case.

Look, I can't shake it.

I got to do something

before those kids throw away their lives like I did.

See?

I could tell back there at the diner.

You understand where I'm coming from.

I know those guys.

I can record 'em.

Get 'em to talk if you let me try.

What happens if things go south?

You already lectured me on all that redundancy stuff.

I got a plan. And what about backup?

An escape route?

Where's the nearest hospital if someone pulls a knife?

But can't you help me with all of that?

And go behind both my boss's backs?

No way.

Or at least get them to see where I'm coming from.

Look, Del.

You lost your chance

when you pulled a weapon on those guys.

I'm sorry.

My number's on the card. If you think of anything,

please do not hesitate to call, day or night.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey. I got nothing,

but I was gonna call you 'cause I got an idea.

Me, too.

The delivery app.

Great minds.

Pilar and Miguel shared a login.

And the GPS tracking shows

someone on the move who is clearly not our vic.

Then that means we should get on the move. Let's go.

They're here.

Okay.

Hey. Come on. Have a seat.

So I heard you had quite a dustup out on patrol.

EDP gets his hands on a gun,

never a good day, sir.

Yeah. Amen to that. But...

that's not really why you called us here, is it?

You know, you're the second person

to tip my pitch this week.

I think I'm slipping.

But don't worry,

no curveballs. Just your opinion.

On PPO Jaylen Davis?

No. On...

what it's really like to try to get by out there

on a beat cop's salary.

If I may?

Hey. Have at it.

It's a real bitch, sir.

Oh, my God.

Let's say I get home

from working a tour that you can generously call

a nightmare, and all I want to do is

watch the Giants game with a couple of buddies.

Well, easy enough. But...

the bar downstairs is a "lounge" now

with $16 craft beers and the best seat

in my tiny studio apartment is the floor or the bed.

Yeah.

Not exactly the best place to let off steam with the guys.

No, sir.

Officer Janko?

Am I talking to the commissioner

or am I talking to my father-in-law?

The former.

It's kind of the same.

Uh, candidly, I've been praying for something

like Senator Lee's bill for a long time now.

Why?

Million and one reasons.

Just the same as him, you know?

More space and cheaper everything.

I think it's time for me to tip your pitch.

The truth?

Only reason we're here.

Look, Jamie has 14 years on the job,

I've got ten.

We're still basically living paycheck to paycheck.

We have no real savings.

There's not really a way to plan a future.

I understand.

Been there, done that.

Walk with me.

What's up?

That mope, Del?

He's said he's going through with

this sting on his own.

What?

Yeah, he said he's gonna record the guys himself.

And end up dead?

I tried talking sense into him.

Maybe he'll listen to me.

My thoughts exactly. Come on.

Hey. Hello.

You know that old saying about marriage,

"You should never go to bed angry?"

Easier said than done.

Well, for two cops on the job,

it should be, "Never bring

an angry tour home."

So, where's that leave us,

out here in front of the precinct?

Somewhere out in no man's land.

I shouldn't have come down on you.

Eddie, I should have tried harder to understand

why you were sticking your neck out for Jaylen.

No, I get it.

I put you in an impossible situation.

No, still, I decided to submit my report

without talking to you about it again.

I should live with those consequences.

Ah, so that's why

you don't want to bring it home,

the "consequences."

Hey, come on,

I'll drive you to talk to Jaylen.

No one should have to do that alone.

Love you.

Thank you.

Here.

What's this?

I'll explain on the way. Come on.

What happened?

Single male vic,

severely beaten and robbed,

apparently for his cell phone.

Del, you're gonna be okay.

Okay? You hear me?

You said redundancies, right?

What? what are you talking about?

I bought two phones,

just in case.

Two phones...

Okay, we got to go.

Let's go.

I'm calling for backup.

No time.

This could be the stash house.

Forget the drugs. They got Pilar.

Help! Help!

Check upstairs.

You okay? Yeah.

I'll get you out of here.

Police! Don't move!

You all right?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. All right.

Thanks.

I owed you one.

What you did was incredibly stupid...

but also incredibly brave.

It's not every day I hear that second part.

Major Crimes has all

the information you recorded.

And it should help keep a few of those punks

off the street for good.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

District Attorney Kimberly Crawford.

Oh, a pleasure to meet you, um,

Your Honor.

I wanted to shake the hand of the hero

A.D.A. Reagan has told me so much about.

I wish I could,

but my good hand's kind of busted.

My utmost gratitude.

Oh, and this.

My friend, the state comptroller,

promised me you'll be at the top of the list for

the next round of dispensary licenses.

Uh, are you serious?

I... I don't know how to thank you.

No thanks necessary.

Neither do I.

I didn't tell you? You already have.

Erin here has graciously offered to do

all the paperwork, since you're immobilized,

on her own time.

Yes, I have.

Rest up, Del.

Erin, Anthony, I'll be seeing you.

Gotta admit,

that was pretty impressive back there.

Yeah, except you lost your narcotics collar.

Guy got away with the evidence.

Pilar's alive.

That's what really matters.

Am I sensing some personal growth here?

I learned it from a halfway decent mentor.

Yeah, save the brownnosing for Fennessy's.

All right, as long as the first round's on you.

It is, but you're buying a bucket after that.

All right.

Uh, hello?

Hi, I'm... I'm Jaylen's friend.

Uh, my name's Eddie Janko. Jay,

someone at the door.

You can come in.

Thanks.

Officer Janko.

Hi, Jaylen.

I wanted to talk to you about something

if you have a sec. Yeah, yeah, of course.

Sorry about the mess.

My mom, she takes off sometimes,

and it's not always easy to keep up.

No worries.

You're not here with good news, are you?

I'm sorry,

the deputy commissioner of training is going to

notify you of your termination in the next couple days.

All good.

It's all good.

I'll bounce back.

I'm just happy I could do some good on the way out.

I'm sure you will. Here.

What's this?

It's Mallory Ford's worker's comp filing

from three months ago.

Turns out, she tore her ACL moving some boxes.

Not at the shoot-out?

Her whole lawsuit is completely invalid.

And your records are gonna be sealed

for many future employers.

So what are you telling me?

That the Nassau County Police exam is open

for the next two weeks.

You get a good post,

you'll be like 20 minutes from here.

I could still be a cop.

They would be lucky to have you.

Thank you.

Ma, I'm home.

Quiet.

Your mom's asleep.

Uh, the day nurse let me in

and I sent her home.

You came here to deliver bad news?

Sid, I made sure IAB involved me

every step of the way,

but I got to say,

you did not make this simple for anyone.

Oh, you know...

...I rarely do.

There was forethought.

Intention. You left your official vehicle

in a garage near the office,

and used your personal car

with a different E-ZPass

to leave the city each night.

I even dropped my dry cleaning off

at the local neighborhood spot

because the owner is a former cop.

I don't know.

If we're gonna be honest here.

That is exactly the kind of willful negligence

that's grounds for termination.

Normally.

Normally?

Yeah, uh, and don't worry,

none of the guys are gonna be able to say

I gave you special treatment.

Oh, so the bill passed.

No.

Legislation's not that simple.

All right. Boss, I'm at a loss here.

Do you know

how many of our 35,000 cops

put their lives on hold

in service to someone else's every day?

No, I don't think I know that.

Yeah, well, neither do I.

Which is why the commissioner's unofficial policy

will be more leniency on residency requirements.

And I want you to circulate that

out to our chiefs tomorrow morning.

Me?

First thing. On time.

You got it, boss.

But for now...

why don't you take a load off for while?

I'll cover the first shift.

Yeah.

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