Good morning, everyone.
Camera three, you have the commissioner.
Camera two, you have Norah.
Camera one, you'll get the D.A.
Stand by to cue Norah in seven, six...
...five, four, three...
...two, one.
Welcome back.
Joining us this morning are two of the men
most responsible for the safety and welfare
of the great city we call home:
veteran New York City Police Commissioner Frank Reagan...
Thank you, Norah. A pleasure to be here.
...and the newly appointed interim
Manhattan District Attorney, Robert McCoy.
Welcome.
Thank you, Norah. Commissioner,
under your watch, this city has been enjoying
a significant reduction in crime
in the last two years.
There are some people that are saying
this is now the "safest big city in America."
What do you attribute that to?
Well, Norah, it's been
a pretty straightforward approach.
More trained officers in the high-crime areas,
making solid arrests, and, of course,
following cases
through to their conclusion.
But it certainly has been a successful strategy.
Thank you, Norah. Mm-hmm.
Thank you very much.
But there's always room for improvement.
What do you mean, Mr. McCoy? If you drill down
on the numbers, you can see that we devote far too many resources
to so-called quality-of-life crimes. I think those resources
could be put to better use to further reduce the incidents
of violent and destructive felonies.
Well, Norah, quality-of-life crimes lead
to the breakdown of communities, which lead
to more of the exact kind of crimes you're talking about.
With all due respect,
I don't think the facts bear that out.
They do if you know how to read them.
O'DONNELL: Well, Mr. McCoy,
what kind of changes are you gonna be making?
Well, for example, I'm instructing
my assistant district attorneys
that we are no longer going to prosecute
petty marijuana possession charges.
That would be a rookie mistake of the first stripe.
Commissioner, I may have been born yesterday,
but I stayed up late studying.
So let me get this straight, you're not gonna
prosecute crimes, even after police make arrests?
I would look for Commissioner Reagan's cooperation in setting
new guidelines for his officers, yes.
Well, Commissioner, your response on that.
I would say to the interim D.A. that's a fool's errand.
Mom, hurry up!
What?
Your boss is going after Grandpa big-time.
McCOY: It's a matter of where to best allocate
energy and resources.
NORAH: Commissioner.
Look, I did not come here to debate policy,
and there are certainly guidelines
which must be followed in order
to change laws, which is what we're talking about here.
I'm not changing laws. You're talking
about selectively enforcing them,
which is effectively the same thing.
And you disagree with that.
Of course I do.
You guys came loaded for this.
Garrett, he is merely announcing new policy.
On national TV with no forewarning?
That's not an announcement; that's an ambush.
Commissioner?
Okay. We will leave it there.
Thank you, gentlemen.
To be continued.
Condron, that's two strikes.
One more, the judge is gonna turn this leather jacket
into an orange jumpsuit.
Where's my partner?
You're looking at her.
What? I make it my business
to partner at least one tour with every one of my detectives.
Your detectives? So I can get to know them
on a deeper level.
Baez.
Look, there's really nothing more to me.
What you see is what you get, so how 'bout we take a pass?
Detective Reagan and I will be in the field.
If anything comes up, you can get me on my cell phone.
Sure.
No problem.
Let's go, Reagan.
(sighs) This ought to be fun.
This came in as a 10-10?
Yeah, possible crime.
Probably turn out to be nothing.
"Sorry, I can't do this anymore..."
Huh?!
What?
Pete just broke up with me.
Oh, the stockbroker?
No, the start-up guy.
I didn't think you were that into him.
That's not the point.
(chuckles): What is?
He says I'm demanding. Can you believe that?
Do you think I'm demanding?
Think we can rule out a possible crime.
My God.
You said it was just to meet the new team.
A victory lap is what you called it.
I had no idea what they were planning.
I think that was clear to everybody.
There's no way I could have known.
It's your job to know.
Really? How so?
Honestly, Frank, that's like me saying
a guy goes on a shooting spree-- you should've known,
gotten out ahead of it.
That's just idiotic.
Exactly my point.
I can't read minds.
Oh, cut it out. No one's asking you to.
Then what's the problem? That we got blindsided?
Hey, it happens.
Did you reach out to your sources in the D.A.'s office?
Find out what McCoy
was vetting with his staff?
No. I didn't think I had to.
Turns out you had to.
Just for the record,
you've done hundreds of interviews, Frank.
I'd think by now you'd know how to hold your tongue.
I'm doing that right now.
You the detective on the case?
Detective Welby. I'm Officer Reagan.
This is Officer Janko.
There were no witnesses.
Just a... anonymous caller phoned it in.
What a relief this is a suicide.
Eight open cases as it is.
I usually get jumpers.
New York is a jumper's paradise--
tall buildings, bridges, subways.
Suicide tourism.
Suicide tourism?
What better place?
Hangings, on the other hand, are almost always homegrown.
Rose Davis. Brooklyn.
See?
If she was an out-of-towner, she'd have gone for
the Brooklyn Bridge or the Empire State Building.
Personally, I prefer the G.W.
212 feet down.
It's guaranteed death. You?
Oh.
I've never thought about it before.
Me neither.
There's a suicide every 40 seconds.
Can you notify
the next of kin?
As long as the... boss says it's okay.
Boss knows I don't do notifications.
Ever.
(door slams)
What the hell were you thinking?
What was I thinking?
Your father called me a fool on national TV.
You don't just spring
major policy changes on a live news show.
You think I was supposed to give him a heads up?
Yes. Why?
So he could come fully loaded with arguments against?
This isn't court, Bobby.
You didn't need to approach it like a defense attorney,
as if he's the enemy and you needed to win at all costs.
I wasn't trying to win anything.
An opportunity presented itself, and I ran with it.
You didn't even discuss it with your own A.D.A.s.
You didn't think we deserved a heads up?
You are not in private practice anymore.
Everything you say and do reflects on this office
and the people in it.
You don't agree with what I said?
It is not about agreeing; it's how you presented it.
You've been the D.A. for two months;
you've already alienated the PC,
not to mention half the people in this office.
Would you feel the same way if he wasn't your father?
A hundred percent.
(door closes)
(sighs)
Her body's being brought to the medical examiner's office.
We can take you there.
No, no, no.
Not right now.
Okay.
This is the address of the M.E.'s office
and phone number.
Okay.
And below
is the-the case number that you can reference when you call.
Mm-hmm.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Me, too.
That was so depressing.
That's why you have to distance yourself from these things.
Yeah, well, it certainly puts getting dumped in perspective.
Officers.
She didn't kill herself.
She wouldn't do that.
What?
I'm Rose Davis's grandmother.
I know it looks that way, but...
she just bought tickets for she and me
to go see Wicked next Friday.
Look, Mrs. Davis...
Officer, I raised her,
and I'm telling you she wouldn't do this.
Are you saying y-you think she was killed?
Yes, I am. There was this guy she was having trouble with.
He was threatening her.
Who-who was that?
I don't know.
Look, I know this is
a lot to ask...
but she was my life.
She would never, never do this.
(tires screeching, car horn blaring)
(groans)
You don't like my driving?
I don't like being a passenger.
How 'bout that?
Yeah, no kidding.
Why'd you become a cop?
You do know who my family is, right?
What does that mean?
You did it 'cause it's the family business?
What difference does it make?
I don't like sitting behind a desk. How 'bout that?
(chuckles)
What about you?
What's the, uh, "Dee" for Dee Ann Carver?
What difference does it make?
You know, I never had a boss
who wanted to do this-- you know,
drive around with their detectives.
I think a good boss gets to know each detective's
strengths and weaknesses.
Oh. Well, I could tell you my strength: closing cases.
And my weakness is this.
What? Talking? No.
Whatever it is we're doing there.
(gunshots)
Gunshot.
(tires screeching)
Right here. Right here.
(tires screeching)
(people screaming)
There they are. I'm going.
I'll take the back! I'll be there!
(people screaming, shouting)
(whispers): Damn it.
Hey!
Come here. Come here. Come here.
What happened?
Somebody opened fire on us, man.
What do you mean? Who?
Who?!
A drive-by. Drive-by?
You were hit in a drive-by and your instinct
when you see a cop is to run? Huh?
Put that on your leg. Stay put.
(woman panting)
(panting) My baby.
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. What?
My baby. My baby.
Where's your baby? My baby.
(baby crying)
Okay, okay. Okay.
Is that baby hit?!
She's okay.
She's okay. Her mother's in bad shape.
She's right over there.
Okay. WOMAN: Where's my baby?
Come on. Stay with me now. Come on.
5-4, detective to Central.
I need a 10-85 forthwith.
My baby. Your baby's fine.
We got your baby. (panting)
DANNY: ...to this location.
We are at 1010 Euclid Avenue.
Danny.
Three shots fired. Multiple victims.
Repeat, multiple victims!
The girl's grandmother? She insists Rose Davis wouldn't have committed suicide.
And she wants an investigation to rule out homicide.
I've had 12 suicides. For every single one,
the family insists there's no way
the victim would kill themselves.
No harm in looking into it, right?
I'd love to look into it, but I got two open homicides,
a trial prep and six other open cases.
She said there was a boyfriend who threatened her.
You know how many suicides end up in murder? 1.75%.
Wait, forget the statistics.
If you'd made
the notification and seen the grandmother,
you'd feel like we do, that this deserves a second look.
The M.E. classified it a suicide.
Thanks for the help.
Wait...
How's that distancing yourself working out?
(door opens)
Hi.
I came by to see what you need for Sunday dinner.
I sense an ulterior motive.
I thought Mr. McCoy should have treated you with more respect,
and I told him as much.
Respect was the least of it.
There was bad judgment on both sides.
There was provocation then reaction.
Those are two different things.
And...
why wouldn't you give me a heads up?
I didn't know about it.
Really?
The D.A. issues a blanket statement saying
he won't prosecute certain crimes,
and he doesn't share that tidbit with his own prosecutors?
I don't like the guy.
You always say that.
You're seeing him.
(sighs)
You're seeing him?
Was.
Did.
It has nothing to do
with this, Dad.
You expect me to believe that?
Yes.
Well, to quote the guy you're seeing,
"I may have been born yesterday, but I stayed up late studying."
I wasn't dealing. I got no drugs on me.
It's 'cause you ditched them. I didn't ditch them.
Yeah, you did.
I saw you. You didn't see squat!
Hey! Turn around!
Don't raise your voice at me!
You hear me?
Do it again!
Do it again. I promise you
I'll spend every minute making your life miserable.
Tough guy. I know where you live.
I know where your mother lives!
Detective Reagan!
I'll take it from here.
Truthfully, we didn't find any drugs on you,
and nobody saw you ditch them.
You got that right.
But I'm not concerned with you.
I'm concerned with a ten-month-old innocent baby
who's now in the system because her mother is dead
and we can't find any family members.
Lorena died? DANNY: She bled out
nice and slow from the bullet she caught in her neck
thanks to you.
If you cooperate, I'll talk to the D.A.'s office,
and maybe they let the resisting arrest go away.
I just know there was some bad blood recently
between two drug dealers.
Who?
Ramos and Acevedo.
Where'd the bad blood come from?
I don't know. CARVER: Here.
Write down their full names,
nicknames and any place
you can think of where we might find either one of them.
I wasn't the one dealing.
She didn't get killed 'cause of me.
Keep telling yourself that, tough guy.
So, you offer a gangbanger
with a history the length of my arm a deal?
I thought the information he had
was worth talking to the D.A. about a reduced charge.
I could've got the same information without leniency.
Maybe that's why your file is full of complaints.
It's also full of closed cases.
And commendations.
It's why you have a reputation for being difficult.
Just like you?
You're not the only one who knows
how to read people's files.
JAMIE: Where were you Tuesday morning
between 2:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m.?
Twice a week, I deejay at a club in the Village.
Mm-hmm. The Arcadia.
That's where I was. You can check.
JANKO: How well did you know Rose?
What's this about?
Rose killed herself.
Grandmother doesn't think so.
You mean she was killed?
We don't know that for sure yet.
She did say that you threatened her.
Wait, you think Rose could've been killed,
and you're looking at me like I'm a suspect?
Are you kidding me?
Did you threaten her?
I loved her more than anything.
The only thing we ever fought about
was her job as a bartender.
I wanted her to quit.
Why'd you want her to quit her job?
Her boss, Christiano, kept harassing her,
asking her out, making lewd comments.
She'd come home crying.
Finally, she listened to me.
When did she quit?
Two days ago.
Day before she died.
(hip-hop music playing over stereo)
DANNY: That's him in the black hat.
The drug dealer Rudy gave up.
Acevedo.
Whoa!
Hold it!
Hey!
Stop! Police!
Sic him, Rambo! Sic him!
(dog growling, barking)
(grunting)
Get down! (grunting)
Come here.
Tell us who shot Lorena.
I got nothing to do with Lorena. She was Ramos's girl.
What does that mean? He killed her?
I didn't say that.
Yeah, well, you better start saying something
before I charge you with felony assault.
I didn't hit you!
You had sicced your dog on me!
Same thing!
Now start talking.
Well, Ramos is six months
into a four-year bit for drugs.
DANNY: And that's when he found out
she was pregnant?
So it wasn't drug-related?
Ramos does the math, knows the baby's not his.
How you guys know?
Hey, shut up. We'll ask the questions.
Who's the baby's father?
Look, all I know is Ramos was going around,
saying he was gonna kill her and the baby.
I guess he got
one out of two.
You all right?
Me? Yeah.
I'm getting used to being attacked at work.
So the baby was the actual target.
Well, then who's the shooter?
Someone Ramos hired?
Well, we should get a DNA test on the baby
and try to figure who the father is.
Run it through CODIS.
Given the drug connection, this guy's probably been locked up,
so it shouldn't be too hard to track him down.
But I hope we don't. Why?
'Cause the baby's better off with foster parents.
How would you know that?
What, you think the baby's better off
with a drug-dealing father? We don't know anything
about this baby's family or its parentage.
Come on, we can make a good guess.
Maybe you can.
And I don't know what kind of checking up
you did on me, or what it is you think you know,
but the only reputation I have is for sticking to the rules.
You also have a reputation
for giving complaints to your own officers.
If they deserve it.
Any officer who does their job deserves their boss's support.
I support any cop who plays by the rules.
Excuse us.
What can I do for you?
We're looking for Christiano.
He didn't come in today.
Well, when was the last time you saw him?
Couple days ago.
Around the time Rose quit?
You know Rose?
Yeah.
Is she okay?
She killed herself.
Oh, my God.
Why did you ask if she was okay?
She was really upset
when she came in to tell me she was quitting.
Why was she so upset?
She didn't say why.
But you have an idea?
Christiano raped her.
(sighs)
So how's your arm, Uncle Danny?
I heard you got attacked by a Rottweiler.
Oh, my arm's fine.
And the only Rottweiler causing me any pain is my new C.O.
Carver's a good cop.
Carver is a ball buster.
Carver is a good, tough cop.
District Attorney McCoy is a ball buster.
LINDA: Language please.
Gentlemen.
Sorry.
HENRY: That morning show should have
you two as regulars-- be a big hit.
No, thanks.
JAMIE: Nothing scientific, but I'd be willing to bet
my precinct shows record-high pot collars this week.
HENRY: And I'll bet
every precinct in all five boroughs does the same thing.
Yeah, but I'm not looking for that either.
Still a nice vote of confidence from the troops though.
FRANK: Yeah.
This whole thing got blown out of proportion,
which is exactly what McCoy was looking for.
That's not fair.
He was just voicing a different point of view.
What a rebel.
You know, I shouldn't have
to be talking to you about the broken windows theory.
SEAN: What's the broken
windows theory?
JACK: Well, if one window in a building
gets broken, the rest will probably get broken,
because then
people are gonna see it and think you can get away with it,
and then the problem gets worse and worse.
Whoa. Nice, Jack.
But who wants all these broken windows?
JAMIE: It's based on the idea
that disorder leads to crime, and order
makes people accountable. SEAN: Does it work?
Yeah, son. It has been proven to reduce crime.
You start ignoring smaller crimes,
you end up with bigger ones.
How does putting a joint in your pocket
lead to disorder and crime?
Do you smoke pot?
(laughs)
Do you?
No.
And why not?
Look at the crowd I eat Sunday dinner with.
And it's against the law.
FRANK: Yes.
And that is exactly the point.
It is against the law.
And the moment they repeal the law,
cops will stop arresting you for it.
Until then, they will.
Right.
Anybody having trouble understanding that?
Nope.
Everybody understands it, Dad, even McCoy.
He was just...
He was just grandstanding on national television.
He is new to this and should be allowed a learning curve.
(groans)
Anybody having trouble understanding that?
Making yourself at home?
I love orchids.
I don't think that thing will survive this place.
People used to say the same thing about me.
Hmm.
We caught a break.
D.O.C. sent over a recording
of Juan Ramos's jailhouse phone chatter
with one of his soldiers.
MAN (over speakers): You serious?
Cops find out, that's heavy time.
RAMOS: I don't give a crap.
I want the bitch and the baby dead.
Not too smart.
We don't catch the smart ones.
I put a gang unit on it.
DNA test came back, by the way.
Baby's father--
your pal Rudy Williams.
Let's track him down.
You gave me a rip for not being clean shaven.
I should have given you a rip for insubordination.
I went for the lesser charge.
Yeah, well, maybe you should have went for insubordination,
'cause I don't plan on shaving anytime soon.
I won't have you openly questioning every move I make.
Well, you won't have to worry about that much longer.
What is it?
See for yourself.
A 57?
You want a transfer?
As soon as the case is closed.
Why?
You're a good cop.
Damn good at what you do, but so am I.
And I'm not changing
the way I do things just to suit you.
I need a moment. For?
This just came to me.
Listen?
"During my appearance
"on CBS This Morning a couple of days ago,
"I made some remarks in the heat of the moment
"that, in hindsight,
could be considered disrespectful to the office..."
Stop.
What?
I'm not apologizing.
I don't care how artfully you write it.
I'm just not.
"...disrespectful to the office of the police commissioner,
"Frank Reagan.
I am new to this job..."
Let me see that.
Where'd you get this?
From my counterpart in the D.A.'s office.
It's a transcript of the opening remarks
McCoy is making at his press conference this afternoon.
Oh.
Just thought you'd like to know.
Hold on a second.
(sighs)
If a man finds himself feeling,
deep into his life's work,
that the surprises in that work,
say... challenges to his judgment,
no longer galvanize and energize him...
but only irritate him and drain him...
If that starts to happen,
is it the sign that it's time to go?
That feels like a trick question on about five different levels.
It's not.
Is it your way of apologizing?
No, it is my way of asking your opinion
on the hypothetical I just laid out.
Maybe.
Anything else?
Yes.
Why don't you talk to your counterpart
and see if Mr. McCoy would like to meet.
Okay.
One-on-one, no cameras.
Will do.
Thank you, Garrett.
(door creaks)
Rudy?
You home, Rudy?
Rudy, it's Detective Reagan
and Lieutenant Carver.
We just want to talk to you.
How you doing there, Rudy?
(whispering): Gun.
What do you want to do about it?
Rudy?
You know, this thing still smells like her.
You know,
you're the only one left who can take care of her.
I-I can't take care of her.
Yes, you can.
Rudy, put the gun down.
(sobbing quietly)
It's my fault her mom's dead.
You didn't kill her.
Might as well have.
You start screwing around with
a drug dealer's girlfriend,
what'd you think is gonna happen?
You-you got to think about Joy, now.
What kind of life is she gonna have with me?
She's gonna have a life with a father who loves her, Rudy.
I stick around, she'll end up like me.
Rudy, if you stick around,
your baby girl's got a shot at a better life than you.
Only one way to give her a better life.
DANNY: Don't do it, Rudy.
You don't want to do it.
Don't do it, Rudy.
Don't do this, Rudy.
Put that down.
Tell her I loved her.
Don't! No! (gunshot)
No!
*
He was afraid that she'd go to the cops about the rape,
so he killed her.
Staged it to look like
a suicide.
He confessed to the rape, and then,
eventually, to the murder.
(sobbing softly)
I don't know how to thank you.
You don't need to thank us.
When Rose was born, I promised myself
I'd do everything humanly possible
to give her a good life.
It would've destroyed me if...
I thought I had failed her.
Just a second.
The last thing we were gonna do together.
I'd like you to use them.
For Wicked.
Oh. Oh, no, no, we couldn't.
It would make me so happy if the two of you would
take them, and I know Rose would want it, too.
Please.
Come on.
Okay. Thank you.
No.
Thank you.
At least we brought her some closure.
And got an A-1 felony collar to boot.
Yeah, but if it turned out that she really did commit suicide,
it'd be a different story. You know?
Might not be celebrating-- you'd be looking for another partner.
Never.
I need you for dating advice.
Yeah, did you ever answer that guy
that broke up with you over text?
No. Last text I got from him,
he wanted to know if I'd be willing
to keep dating him, just not exclusively.
What?
Give me that. Hey.
Hey, Reagan... Let me see this.
Give me my phone back. Give me the phone.
Give me my phone, Reagan. What are you doing?!
Wait. Give me my phone!
Okay, all right, okay. Give me my phone.
Okay. What did you do?
(laughs)
"It's over and it's your loss."
You sent that?
I'm only doing the guy a favor.
You know what, it is his loss.
I'm a catch.
Yeah.
Not to mention demanding.
Demand... What did you say?
When?
"Shemanding." What?
"Shemanding." Pretty sure that's the word you said,
'cause it wasn't "demanding" 'cause that's not what I am.
(siren wailing)
Little baby. Look at those feet.
God.
She cried a lot the first day.
She seemed scared, but I think
she's gotten used to us.
Yeah, she is.
You have any luck finding the relatives?
Afraid not.
How's it work when that happens?
She'll be put in foster care indefinitely,
until someone comes forward with an application for adoption.
How long does that usually take?
(coos) Oh, what?
The average child stays about two years
before they're adopted.
Two years?
Well, this little one's lucky.
What do you mean?
Think I can let you in on a little secret.
We've already had a request
from someone inside the department.
You're kidding me.
Lieutenant Carver.
She came in here last night and started the paperwork.
(chuckles)
Wow.
24 hours, and my orchid's still alive.
Think that's a good sign.
I don't really like things that are high maintenance, myself.
Me either.
But sometimes they're worth all the trouble.
I thought you'd gone for the evening.
I had a few loose ends to tie up,
and I wanted to, uh, check in on Joy.
How is she?
She's good.
None of her family members
came to claim her.
Oh.
That's too bad.
When I was a kid, my old man and my grandfather
used to tell me all their cop stories.
Somewhere around age eight or nine, I just decided
I really didn't want to hear them anymore.
I decided I'd rather be the guy out there
making my own cop stories.
That's why I became a cop.
Anyway, you asked why I became a cop, and...
now you know.
Delightful.
Um...
That's what the "Dee" stands for.
Delightful.
Huh.
Did you sign off on my 57 yet?
Not yet.
Good. 'Cause I was thinking I'm gonna hold off on that.
Really?
Yeah.
I was hoping to get rid of you.
Well, I thought it'd be a better idea if I stayed,
hung around and drove you so crazy
that you'd put in for a transfer instead.
Don't play chicken with me. I don't back down.
Well, then I guess we do have something in common,
'cause I don't back down either.
Good night, boss.
(seagulls squawking)
(ship horn blowing in distance)
This mine?
Yup. It's loaded.
You using live bait?
Cocahoe minnows on a half-ounce lead.
Seems a bit light for that current.
I think I'm good at gauging the current.
Yes, you are.
You're using braided line?
Are you going to second-guess everything?
Nope.
I know what I'm doing.
I know you do.
Hear you and the D.A. had a meeting.
(sighs) We did.
He's a really good man once you get to know him.
He is ten years too old for that brash young firebrand act.
With him, it comes with a big whiff of calculation.
He's trying to make amends, Dad.
Well, I still don't like him.
You know, I don't think you've ever liked anyone
I've gone out with.
That's not true.
Name one.
Christopher McCormick.
Chr...
He broke up with me, by the way.
Yeah, he did.
It's too bad.
I liked him.
I don't think anyone
could live up to your expectations.
You do.
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