What?
It's our good deed for the day, all right?
Slow your roll, bro. I got it.
All right. Thank you.
You're welcome. I swear, when I asked for directions,
I never expected a ride.
Or a guided tour, I bet.
Well, it was our pleasure. It really was.
I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in New York.
Now, if you need anything--
that's anything-- just call me, okay?
And they say New Yorkers are so rude.
Crazy. You guys are awesome.
Thank you. Bye.
Bye.
Ooh.
Officer Sweetie Pie, are you ready to get back to work?
(laughs) No. I'm starving.
There's this great Japanese fusion place right up the street.
Put us out for lunch. You just used up our entire meal period.
DISPATCH (over radio): One Charles on the air, be advised you have a 911 call
of a man with a gun in Washington Square Park.
Male white, 30s, wearing a gray suit and tie,
dark hair. Let's do it.
I'm really starving.
That's karma, bro.
I'm really hungry.
(siren chirps)
FRANK: I'm not sure where that middle ground would be, Councilman.
You see a 12-hour workday creating economies;
I see 34,000 tired cops unable to perform at their optimum.
Likewise.
Sorry.
No, I'm sorry; I know you're busy.
(sighs) Not for you.
How the hell do I handle your boss?
The mayor didn't behave himself in court today?
His campaign consultant
embezzles a quarter of a million dollars
from his reelection fund.
The mayor is my star witness, and he's a no-show.
Did he say why?
Urgent city business.
We've been known to have that.
If it was that urgent, you would have known about it.
It sounds like he didn't want to be questioned under oath.
Yeah.
What's that tell you?
That there's something he's not telling me.
If he refuses
to testify...
You have subpoena power.
Subpoena our mutual boss?
Talk about a lose-lose.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
who, at worst, if he fails... fails while daring greatly.
Nice words.
They're not mine, they're Commissioner Roosevelt's.
Nobody seems too concerned
about a crazed gunman on the loose.
Which way?
To lunch, if this is 90-X.
Not our call, Vin. Come on.
(sighs) Fine.
You go right; I'll go left.
(groans) Not a good idea.
Hey, twice the ground, half the time.
Put it over the air if you see anything.
*
I'm so sorry I'm late.
I was just about to give up on you.
Vin, you on the air?
(garbed response over radio)
Hey, Vin, you on the air?
(garbled, staticky response)
Ma'am, I need you to exit the park, please.
This way. Thanks.
Piece of garbage son of a bitch!
Sir, I need to see your hands right now.
Oh, you want to see my hands? Huh? Show me your hands.
Here's my hands. Hey, drop the gun!
You think I'm a coward? Drop the gun right now!
Put it on the ground!
Drop it!
Don't do it!
(children screaming)
(screaming continues)
Central, we need a bus forthwith at this location.
What happened?
VINNY: Be advised, this is a police-involved shooting.
Requesting 10-85 and a supervisor...
(distant): Are you okay?
(no voice)
*
(no voice)
*
I know it's your first time, kid, but, uh, here's the drill.
Confiscate my gun, run ballistics,
make sure everything's copacetic.
In the meantime, I'm free to use my off-duty weapon.
As per protocol, you'll be placed on administrative duty...
Three tours; I got it.
Sarge... look, I appreciate the hand-holding,
but I'd like to get my interview
with the shooting team over with, if that's okay.
No, it's not okay. The next step is,
you go to the hospital and get checked out for trauma.
It's not necessary, Sarge.
Every cop goes after every shooting, fatal or not.
And the investigator isn't allowed to talk to you
till the doc clears you.
I didn't do anything wrong; he didn't give me a choice.
It was crazy.
That's what I'm talking about, right?
Little self-doubts start creeping in.
This way, it gives you time to clear your head. DANNY: Yeah,
so you don't go saying something stupid
like, "Well, I didn't have to shoot him."
Hey, Danny, what are you doing here?
It's not my call, but I don't think
they're gonna allow you to work this one,
Reagan. I'm just checking up on my kid brother, Sarge.
If anyone at IA got a problem with it, they can bite me.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. He didn't give me a choice.
All right, well, listen to your boss, okay?
Now, get to the hospital.
In fact, go to St. Vic's. Linda's working.
Yeah, okay.
You need a ride or anything?
No, I'm good.
Yeah? Yeah.
Okay. I'm proud of you, kid.
No telling how many lives you saved.
Thanks, Sarge. All right.
Yo, Sid!
(blowing on hands)
What can I do for you, Danny?
You just here sightseeing? Ah, you know,
I couldn't resist this view of the arch.
Nice view. Yeah. Well, you know who else
isn't gonna be able to resist it? The media?
That's right. Sharp as a tack, Sid.
The press is gonna have a field day with this.
Well, I guess I better get to work, then.
Yeah. What's this thug's story?
How big a hero is
my kid brother for taking him out?
Name is Gavin Bryant. Swanky address.
Well, crime pays.
No criminal record. Really?
Well, I don't think his gun shoots gumdrops and lollipops.
Well, he had a fully loaded magazine,
but nothing in the chamber; gun is clean as a whistle.
Doesn't look like it's been fired recently.
Well, just because he didn't fire it
doesn't he didn't use it to commit a crime.
Check the SPRINT System for other 911 calls in the area?
Oh, thanks for the tip, Danny--
I only been a detective ten years.
I checked; nothing popped.
All right, can you just keep looking?
This is my kid brother we're talking about here, all right?
This guy drew down on a cop; there's no way he's clean.
Thanks.
GARRETT: And thanks to the cooperation of the neighborhood,
all the looters were apprehended.
Questions?
(reporters clamoring) WOMAN: Commissioner,
any update on the Washington Square Park shooting?
GARRETT: Thank you, Helen.
That was my next item.
The gunman, Gavin Bryant, was gainfully employed
as a corporate headhunter.
Married with two young children,
active in his church.
The neighbors and coworkers
that we've spoken to expressed shock.
None of them saw this coming.
His motive is not yet known,
but the investigation is still ongoing.
Were any civilians injured in the crossfire?
Not one.
Miraculous, given the size of the crowd.
Commissioner, can you confirm the rumor
that the officer involved is your son?
I understand the gunman didn't fire a single shot.
Why didn't your son just Taser him?
Well, first of all, Jonathan,
uniform officers do not carry CED's.
Well, maybe they should.
So is this the NYPD's official policy
for dealing with the mentally ill?
The gunman had no history of...
That was unknowable.
He was a man
with a gun, and lives were at stake.
Did your son even try to... shoot the gun out of his hand?
The officer in question
was adhering to department policy,
that is, to use deadly physical force
when the situation requires,
which it did in this instance.
And all my officers are trained to shoot
until the threat is eliminated, not to kill.
So the problem was your son is too good a shot.
All right.
Let's just say...
that the gunman wasn't aiming at a group of schoolchildren,
but at you-- you have a second
before he pulls the trigger. What do you do?
Well, first of all...
Too late. You're dead.
(laughter)
Uh, to be clear, the commissioner
was speaking hypothetically.
So, do I get to see the doc anytime soon?
Danny led me to believe you had some pull around here.
You need to be quiet while I get a reading, okay?
You know, the doc'll be in as soon as I check your vitals.
Okay.
So, how you feeling?
Fine.
Yeah? Yeah.
Well, your blood pressure says differently.
It's through the roof.
Yeah, that's on account of this ringing
in my ear-- it's a little annoying.
That start after the shooting?
Yeah.
Well, that's tinnitus.
That's common with gunshots.
I'm not imagining it.
No, I didn't say you were imagining it.
I'm just saying that... you don't need to worry,
it'll go away on its own.
Then this was all a waste of time, right?
No, it's not...
Sit down, I'm not done with you.
You know what, what you went through
was a traumatic thing.
For anyone. Look at me.
Danny's been involved in shootings; more than one.
Does he usually get this pity party?
This is not a pity party, Jamie.
And you know what, if you think all that stuff
doesn't bother your big macho brother,
then you don't know him.
I did what I was trained to do.
I'm not gonna fall apart over it.
Good.
You know, Jamie...
people in these situations,
they tend to cycle through what looks like
the five stages of grief.
There's denial,
anger, bargaining, depression...
Yeah, he was gonna shoot some kids, Lin, so...
I'm not gonna grieve over this guy.
That's not what I was saying.
You know what would help me? What's that?
If you could just go and get the doc,
so that I could get this over with.
Okay.
DANNY: I got ten witnesses
saw you bash this guy's head in with a pool cue.
There's no upside to you clamming up now.
(phone rings) What part of my Miranda rights do you not understand?
Yes!
It's me. Can you talk?
Hold on.
You still asserting your right to remain silent?
Yeah. Good, enjoy your stay, psycho.
Excuse me? No, not you.
What is it?
It's your brother.
You saw him, right?
Yeah, he's good.
Exactly.
Why is good bad, Linda?
He's not processing this in a healthy way.
He's in denial.
Whoa, slow down, okay?
This just happened; he's probably still in shock.
Believe me, when it hits him, he's gonna feel it.
Yeah, well, now they're talking on the news
like the gunman is this good guy.
I mean, that can't be helping.
Babe, I'm telling you, everything's gonna be fine.
Look, I got to go.
All right, love you.
(dial tone)
Love you more.
What brings you down here, Sid?
A courtesy call.
I thought you might want to give your brother a heads-up
before this hit the news.
Heads-up about what?
My brother didn't do anything off-base.
He didn't, but the case took a bit of a weird turn.
Well, are you gonna make me guess?
They pulled the initial 911 call.
Caller hung up without giving his name.
And you did a reverse look-up.
Okay, I knew there was more to this.
So what? The caller's got
a connection to Gavin Bryant?
You might say that.
(clears throat)
What the hell, Danny?
I have to take out a restraining order against you?
How you doing, kid?
All right till I saw the sour look on your face. What's up?
They tracked down the guy who made the initial 911 call.
The one I responded to, yeah?
Yeah. The call came from Gavin Bryant's cell phone.
He made the call himself.
That's impossible.
He didn't have a phone on him when I shot him.
I know he didn't, but we checked
the security footage in the park.
We got Gavin chucking his cell phone in the trash
seconds after the 911 call was logged.
Why would he report himself?
I don't...
A guy in his state of mind,
there's no telling what he was thinking.
What are you talking about, Danny?
What state of mind was he in?
It looks like
he committed suicide... by cop.
Suicide?
I'm the sucker that he conned into doing it for him.
(doorbell rings)
Yes? Mrs. Bryant?
No. I'll let her know you're here.
Your name?
Jamie.
Officer Jamie Reagan.
What the hell are you doing here?
WOMAN: Connie.
Let him in.
Alex, honey,
I'm gonna need you to look after your little sister
for a while, okay?
We can talk in here.
Thank you.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Tell me why it happened.
Why did you kill my husband?
I wish I could make some sense of it for you.
Our marriage was solid.
His business was never better.
He was not suicidal.
Your husband was distraught.
Had he been drinking?
He was 15 years sober.
Had something happened recently?
Why was he...
Why was he carrying a gun?
He did volunteer work a few weeks ago
in a sketchy neighborhood.
Maybe he had it for protection.
Had someone threatened him?
Stop.
I thought you came here to help me understand.
You just want answers for yourself.
The last thing I meant to do was upset you more.
You came here expecting me to say my husband was a monster
so you could feel better
about killing him.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll go.
You killed a wonderful husband and father.
You have no idea
what you took from me.
(elevator bell dings)
Erin, you're still here.
Your tenacity is one of the things
I admire most about you, but I'm late for dinner.
Why were you afraid to testify?
Why don't we talk over here?
You're my key witness.
The jury's already been sworn in.
If you don't show up tomorrow, double jeopardy attaches.
Ryan walks free.
Tell me that is not your plan.
Erin, this is very complicated,
and it's an election year for me.
So it's not a good time for you to answer questions under oath?
Not that I have anything to hide.
But my sources say that the defense plans
to turn this whole thing on me.
How?
By claiming that the money
that Ryan took was an under-the-table payoff
to implement voter fraud.
Is there anything to that?
Erin, how could you ask me that?
Look, I can protect you in court,
but you need to tell me anything
they can throw at you, so I can get ahead of it.
Well, Erin, you can ask me anything you like.
I have nothing to hide.
It's not the time for you be ducking me, kid.
In case you forgot, I'm the only brother you got.
I need you to leave me alone right now, Danny.
Come on, I thought we went over this already.
Hey, what's going on with you?
Huh?
The widow said that Gavin was sober 15 years,
but he seemed drunk or high or something to me.
Yeah, that's what's going on with the case.
I said what's going on with you?
You really want to know? Yeah.
I-I'm angry and I'm frustrated.
I'm not sure I'm fit to be a cop anymore.
Oh, come on, you're as fit to be a cop as any cop I know.
What if the next time, because of how this went down,
I hesitate and an innocent bystander gets killed?
You won't let that happen.
You don't know that.
Yes, I do.
Look, it was a clean shoot.
Hey.
Look, I've been where you are, okay?
It's the unanswered questions that are driving you nuts.
Well, we're not getting any more answers, are we?
Says who?
It's already been ruled a justifiable homicide.
The investigation is over.
NYPD doesn't care why a guy killed himself.
Okay, well, that's all the more reason
someone should get to the bottom of it.
Yeah, well, I'm stuck behind a desk.
I'd do something, but I can't.
Maybe you can't, but I can.
I got some personal time.
Let me take a few days and do some sniffing around, all right?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay, do it.
(water running, Danny clears throat)
Detective Reagan,
you just missed the Bryant autopsy.
Yeah, well, never really interested
in seeing the actual autopsy.
Just interested in seeing the results.
MEDICAL EXAMINER: Mm.
What happened? This guy have a terminal illness or something?
Aside from the hemorrhagic wound track
through the cardiac ventricle, he was a fit specimen.
So nothing was out of place.
Just the proximal phalanx of his fifth phalange.
What?
He had a fractured pinky finger.
Really?
Consistent like with, uh, somebody breaking it?
Like somebody he owed money to?
More consistent with him having thrown a punch.
All right, what about the tox screen?
Anything show up there?
Uh, his blood alcohol was .07.
.07?
The widow said he was on the wagon.
Guess he had one for the road.
Here I am; don't know why.
Well, I wasn't about to have you up to the 14th floor.
There's some coffee there, if you want it.
So how you holding up?
Okay.
Really?
You sign up for the job,
you know you might have to shoot someone.
95% of the cops go their whole career
without firing their weapon outside the range.
Of the five percent that are left,
how many shot first and killed the guy?
That I do not know.
A while ago, we had that bad shooting.
A woman lost her son.
He didn't do anything wrong.
He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I went to see her.
I wanted her to know that I understood
what it was like to lose a child.
It was a mistake.
It didn't help.
With time, I've come to realize
that it was, well,
more for my own consolation than hers.
Two things.
This wasn't a bad shooting,
and it was a mistake to go see that woman.
What was I supposed to do?
You didn't think to notify the department or run it
by your PBA attorney?
I'm responsible...
for her husband's death.
You're also responsible for the lives he didn't take.
Don't make this any harder on yourself
than it already is.
That's easier said than done.
Listen...
(sighs)
There's nothing you're going through,
no mistake you can make,
that I haven't already been there, done that.
And I know you're not hearing too well right now,
but don't try to carry this alone.
It's a fool's errand,
and you're anything but.
You worked with him for nine years-- you have any idea
what might've lead to him falling off the wagon?
It never happened, and this is a high-stress business.
Oh, yeah-- exactly what is it that
a, uh, corporate headhunter does, anyway?
Mr. Bryant was retained by several Fortune 500 companies
to recruit high-level executives for them.
In this economy, he's paid to find people willing to work?
33% of the hire's first-year income.
So maybe he did have something to live for anyway.
He was a good man.
Yeah, well, he was a good man but he punched
someone in the face recently.
Any of his rival headhunters show up
with a black eye or a fat lip?
Mr. Bryant was never violent.
He broke his pinky on somebody.
That happened somehow at Job Fair.
What is Job Fair?
(laughs)
They teach interview skills.
Match up prospective employers with the down-on-their-luck.
Mr. Bryant taught a seminar two weeks ago.
Right, and he came back from that seminar
with a broken pinky.
Any other fallout from this event that you know of?
One of the participants showed up here.
Mr. Bryant didn't seem too happy about it, but he did see him.
Uh-huh.
And?
The gentleman had a black eye.
He had a black...
I'm gonna need the guy's contact info.
He called several times.
Tyler Greene-- no call-back number.
Right, on account of he was down on his luck.
Write the name down, please.
Gavin's seminar was a fiasco.
Worst case of flop-sweats ever.
Any, uh, feedback from the audience?
Specifically from a Tyler Greene?
Well, I had wondered if that's what made Gavin so nervous,
having his old roommate in the front row.
Back up.
When were Gavin the big shot
and Tyler Greene the homeless guy roommates?
His freshman year MIT.
Tyler went to MIT?
Yeah, at least that's what Tyler told me
when I posted Gavin's flyer.
What else you know about this Tyler Greene?
He's a former drug addict who showed up this year
clean and sober, determined to turn his life around.
Okay. You know how I can get in touch with this guy?
Yeah, he's, uh...
he's right over there.
Let me guess-- the guy with the two-week-old shiner.
(popping)
Hey.
Tyler Greene. I didn't do anything.
Hey, take it easy, take it easy.
If I was gonna arrest you, I would've done it already.
Relax.
Anything on you?
Any needles or anything sharp? No.
Need to ask you some questions about your ex-roommate.
Turn around.
I have nothing to do with that.
Really?
You had nothing to do with what?
With what pushed Gavin over the edge?
I hadn't seen him since college.
So what is your fraternity handshake--
a punch in the eye?
He did that to you-- why?
We were just horsing around.
Really? You know what I think?
I think you did something to drive him to his death.
No...
Where you going?
You said I wasn't under arrest.
That means I'm free to go, right?
Yeah, technically.
Well, I'm sorry.
What are you sorry about, Tyler?
'Cause I'd really like to know.
Gavin's dead.
Just... let him rest in peace.
What did he mean "Just let him rest in peace"?
This guy Tyler is our only lead.
How come you let him go?
(phone ringing) I had to let him go.
Guy didn't commit a crime-- what do you want me to do?
12th Precinct, Officer Reagan-- how can I help you?
I'll connect you.
The guy fled when you identified yourself.
No way he's right.
Jamie, I wasn't there in an official capacity, okay?
So even if I wanted to arrest the guy, I couldn't.
Besides, the idea is to get the guy to talk
before he lawyers up.
(phone ringing)
I need to talk to this guy.
Absolutely not-- you're not talking to him.
12th Precinct, Officer Reagan-- how can I help you?
Yeah, I'll send a unit right over
to arrest you for making nuisance calls.
Lady calls to report a ten-year- old for not making her bed.
What am I supposed to do-- go shoot her?
You know, PR may not be his true calling, Sarge.
You don't have anywhere better to be, Danny, huh?
Actually I was just leaving, Sarge.
If I hang around here with you too long,
I might get a paper cut.
I'll talk to you later.
Listen...
after a fatal shooting, it's mandatory
to see a department shrink.
You need to do that.
Now.
Okay?
(phone ringing)
What was the intended purpose of the funds in question?
The fund was earmarked for a program
to safeguard against voter fraud.
Is that an actual problem?
Well, my first election, a targeted a group
of economically downtrodden constituents
were wrongly turned away from the polls.
Objection.
On what grounds, Mr. Skolnick?
Relevance?
Overruled.
The fund was to prevent that
from ever happening again.
And who was in charge of this program?
The defendant, Ryan McLaughlin.
No further questions.
Does the defense wish to cross-examine the witness?
Extensively, Your Honor.
I remind you, you're under oath, Mr. Mayor.
Weren't these funds just a payoff
for implementing... Objection.
Mr. Skolnick!
... only after... Argumentative.
Counselor!
You threw my client under the bus.
Badgering the witness.
Mr. Skolnick, sit down!
Sustained.
The witness is not on trial, Defense clearly doesn't
have a leg to stand on. Ms. Reagan, I already sustained your objections.
It's Friday afternoon.
I think we should let the jury go.
You are not to discuss this case.
Mr. Mayor?
I expect that we will see you
for finish cross-examination Monday morning?
9:30 sharp.
Court is adjourned.
(gavel bangs)
I appreciate you shutting him down so quickly.
He's gonna have another crack at me on Monday.
Not on that line of questioning, he isn't.
SKOLNICK: Erin?
Speak of the devil.
I thought you were above withholding evidence.
I'm gonna spend the weekend drafting
a motion against you for sanctions.
Sanctions for what?
And you should be brought up on sanctions for discussing
this case in front of a witness that's still on the stand.
You shouldn't withhold exculpatory evidence, Erin.
Do you know what he's talking about?
I have no idea.
You don't file sanctions against an ADA
with nothing to back it up.
Erin, he's bluffing.
Okay, but if he has found evidence
that's even remotely exculpatory, and he convinces
the judge that I knew about it, I could be disbarred.
Erin, I promise you,
you have absolutely nothing to worry about.
I thought I'd have to lie down on a couch.
Oh, we can't afford those on a government budget.
You can take a seat, though, if you like.
Great, I get to tell my shooting story
for the hundredth time.
No, you don't have to do that.
This is a trauma debriefing.
It's not a psych evaluation.
Everything you say here is confidential and off the record.
I'm not taking notes, I'm not reporting
back to the department.
Right, so why is it mandatory then?
It's a preventative service.
Preventing what?
Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Yeah, I don't have that.
Most people experience low to moderate symptoms
after an incident like this.
They usually resolve themselves in a couple of weeks.
This is just to let you know what to look out for.
Door slams, you jump out of your skin-- I don't have PTSD.
Also, irritability.
(laughs)
Yeah, okay, I have a little bit of that.
Headaches, rapid heart rate.
Intrusive thoughts.
Reliving the experience over and over in your head,
trying to change the outcome.
The last one, I do that.
You gonna let that pork chop go to waste?
'Cause if you are, you know, I'll take it off your hands.
Thank you. Uncle Jamie,
Richie Sullivan wanted me to thank you for saving his life.
Who's Richie Sullivan?
A guy in our Tae Kwon Do class.
He was on our school field trip
and a man pointed a gun right at him.
You saved them.
Richie was never in any real danger, bud.
Tell Richie Sullivan your uncle said he's welcome.
Tae Kwon Do, huh?
How'd you let them talk you into that one, Aunt Linda?
Well, they sold me on the focus and discipline,
but all I've seen so far is a lot of kicking.
(groans) And punching
and striking.
He scratches the back of his head
when he's bluffing.
Who?
The mayor-- he has a tell.
He scratches the back of his head when he's bluffing.
Picked it up in a poker game-- cleaned him out.
(laughs)
That's good to know. Mm-hmm.
He's a politician, he must do a lot of scratching.
(laughs)
Is it true you drew Amazing Grace, kid?
Who's Amazing Grace?
The department shrink.
Does that mean he's crazy?
No, Wisenheimer, it doesn't mean he's crazy.
It's department policy-- after a shooting, you have to go.
You got no choice.
Well, not that seeing a shrink means you're crazy.
My day, there was no department shrink.
Yeah, guys bottled it up until they stroked out.
Ah, the good old days.
(scoffs)
JAMIE: I told you, you should've arrested Tyler.
DANNY: Yeah, well, and you need
to learn to let things go before you stroke out.
Do we know what Tyler's doing here?
Trespassing, for starters.
Hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa-- you hang back
till I find out what's going on with Tyler.
What-- you expect me to wait in the car?
I'll crack the window for you.
Look, kid, you shouldn't even be here.
I'm the one who needs answers.
And I'm gonna get them for you, trust me.
I'm coming in.
(sighs)
Suit yourself.
Hey.
Hey. A few of us came in to tear down the Job Fair.
Tyler showed up, acting... pretty bizarre.
Yeah? He got any weapons on him?
Not that I know of, but he's definitely high.
Look, he-he's a good guy.
Whatever went down with you the other day
must've set him off. All right.
We'll take care of it, okay?
We need you to stay out here.
(muttering quietly)
Tyler?
Sorry.
We ain't gonna hurt you.
We just came to talk, all right?
What are you on, Tyler?
Everything.
I just, I just want it to stop. I-I want him to stop.
I want him to stop, but he won't, he won't stop!
Who? Who, Tyler? Gavin? He's dead.
(panting)
Tell us why.
A mistake.
It was a mistake.
Why don't you just hang back, kid, all right?
Don't get yourself in trouble.
I'm not leaving, Danny.
Why did he want to kill himself?
Who are you?
I'm Officer Jamie Reagan.
You're the one who killed Gavin.
No... no, Gavin brought this on himself.
Why don't you tell us why he did it, okay?
I just wanted him to pay for what he did.
He wasn't supposed to die.
What did he do?
What did he do, Tyler?
(crying)
Uh-uh.
JAMIE: Hey.
Take it easy.
Get your hand out of your pocket.
Hey, get your hand out of your pocket.
Hey! Drop it! Hey! Drop the knife!
(yelling)
(grunting)
Call an ambulance!
No, don't you die on me!
(groaning, yelling)
Before I have them bring the jury in,
are there any applications?
Is the judge's offer
for the top count plea still open?
What?
If the defendant would plead out
at the top count of the indictment,
this being his first offense,
I would still be inclined
to recommend a sentence of one to three.
Then, at this time,
the defendant would like to plead guilty
to grand larceny in the third degree.
Why?
Is there a problem, Ms. Reagan?
No, I'm just... surprised.
I have the mayor outside waiting to be crossed.
Well, much as we hate to inconvenience
His Majesty the Mayor,
the defendant is pleading guilty
to charges you brought against him.
It's a conviction, Ms. Reagan.
Take it.
The defendant will now stand
and allocute to the pending charges against him.
So the two of you just happened to end up
with a guy you felt was connected
to the case.
What are the odds?
Danny, you always seem to land on your feet.
But someday you won't,
and I won't be able to help.
At least, I shouldn't.
I understand.
I would see this thing through for a partner,
I damn well gotta see it through for my kid brother.
And as your boss, I'm ordering you to listen to your father.
Yes, sir.
No more going off the grid.
Though, now that I did,
I stumbled upon the guy who is legitimately my case.
And what case is that, exactly?
Tyler is the key to finding out what happened to Gavin.
Jamie deserves to hear what this guy's got to say.
What's Tyler's condition?
He's stable, but he's sedated, so I can't talk to him.
So what are you thinking?
I'm thinking that something pretty heavy went down
with Tyler and Gavin when they were back in college.
So I put in a call to Cambridge PD
to look into some cold cases from back then.
(sighs)
I suppose...
we could get Tyler on menacing
and criminal possession of a weapon.
There's not a lot of leverage in that.
Well, with the right judge,
maybe you can get a search warrant.
If the right person calls the right judge.
Not a word of this to the commissioner.
Erin!
You're still here.
Why wouldn't I be?
What happened?
Don't tell me the trial was continued.
No, the trial's over.
Ryan pled out.
So we won.
Yeah, that's a win-win for you.
Give me a second.
Erin, I'm not quite sure
what that's supposed to mean.
I don't know why Skolnick
would make the claims that he did on Friday
and then turn around and fall on his sword today.
Well, I told you: because there was no exculpatory evidence.
He was bluffing.
I think there was a backroom deal made over the weekend
that I'm not privy to.
Erin, none that I had any knowledge of.
You promised me that I had nothing to worry about,
and all the sanction threats that he made
just magically disappeared.
Okay.
Go ahead and ask me.
Ask you what?
If there is anything to
the mud they were flinging at me.
I am an officer of this court.
If there were any lies told under oath,
I am obligated to report them.
Ask.
Were there?
No.
Good.
(sighs)
You look like you're having fun.
No, but tell me I'm about to.
You executed Tyler's search warrant?
I did.
What's with you and the dramatic pauses?
Your guy Tyler was the recipient
of Gavin Bryant's suicide note.
Gavin left a suicide note?
Well, that's beautiful. What'd it say?
In your cold case files here,
you find anything involving someone named Anna?
Anna. Uh...
Maybe one in rape and one in homicide.
Why? What does the note say?
Read it for yourself.
(sighs)
JAMIE: "Tyler, you were right.
"I have to pay for what I did, but I can't face
the punishment you have chosen for me."
What punishment did you choose for him?
Prison.
Told him if he didn't turn himself in, I would.
"Anna was just a few years older than my own daughter is now.
"I took her life...
I choose to take my own in return."
Anna Purcell.
Young girl killed in a hit-and-run
15 years ago.
This was you and Gavin?
We were both high.
Gavin insisted on driving.
He hit her.
Dragged her two blocks, didn't even stop.
Why didn't you turn him in then?
He was my friend.
He told me he'd rather die than go to prison.
So instead, you did nothing.
And look how it turned out for you.
It ruined my life.
It ruined a lot of lives.
Gavin's turned out perfectly.
It wasn't fair.
"I have a gun.
"I'll go somewhere my family won't find my body.
"I pray I have the nerve to carry it out.
"If I turn out to be a coward in this as well,
I promise I'll find an alternative."
Well, Gavin found his alternative, all right.
Yeah, his alternative was me.
(sighs)
So we read him the suicide note
and he opened up about it.
Yep.
Though Jamie did a hell of a job
putting the pieces together all by himself.
Ten percent.
What's 10%?
Jamie wanted to know how many cops who fired their weapon
in the line of duty had a fatal result.
Oh...
Ten percent.
10% of the 5%. Yep.
And three of them are sitting right here.
What are the odds of that?
It's not a club anyone asks to join.
Nope, but here we are.
What does that say about us?
(sighs)
Maybe when basic instinct says to run away from a fire,
a few run towards it.
"If he fails,
"he at least fails daring greatly,
so that his place..."
"...shall not be with those cold and timid souls
who neither know victory or defeat."
Here's to never again.
Hear, hear.
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