Previously on East New York...
Now, you might be able to get away with killing Yolo Linden,
but your partner's death is gonna be a little tougher.
If it was me that went off of my nut,
Remy would've clipped me without hesitation!
Instead, you did it to him!
We're from a different generation, Marvin.
We like to screw up our relationships in person.
Is that what I did? Not just you.
But that's not a reason not to give it a try.
FAITH: What's going on with your friend Sean?
Do you worry that you'll be hurt?
I don't hurt all that easily.
Your father managed
to do a pretty good job of it.
You collared Kurt Walsh.
He's no doubt talking to the D.A., trying to cut a deal.
I have friends who are...
concerned about what he's saying.
Apparently they're getting close to coming out with indictments
around the death of Yolo Linden.
Well, you said yourself,
somebody has to answer for his killing.
I just never figured
that one of them would be your father.
RITA (echoing): You won't find anything.
Hey, you can't go through my stuff.
That's mine!
No, let go.
(grunting)
(door closes)
("No More" by Steve Mason playing)
♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪
♪ All aboard, I don't see right ♪
♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪
♪ Heaven knows I can't see right... ♪
(indistinct radio transmission)
Good morning, Inspector.
A.D.A. Diskant.
I don't expect to see you in the prisoner loading dock.
I don't expect to see you here either.
We're both here to see the same individual.
The difference is, I'm allowed to talk to him
and you're not.
We have a number of old investigations open,
and I'm led to believe
that Kurt Walsh might have
information relevant to them.
Are you a detective now, Inspector?
Well, no, my range of responsibility extends
over whatever happens at the 7-4,
past or present.
I admire a lot of what you've instituted
at the 7-4 since you took over,
but you're here because of your father.
You're here because you're open to believing
that what Kurt Walsh tells you is true.
And that he's going to deliver one or more cops,
as dirty as he is,
and that one of those cops is Mo Haywood.
Why don't you put him in the fourth floor conference room?
OFFICER: Yes, ma'am.
♪ No more... ♪
Top of the morning to you, Inspector.
OFFICER 2: Let's go.
♪ No more... ♪
So he wants to do his time in a prison closer to New York City
than the Canadian border, and you're going
to consider giving that to him?
I am not at liberty to say.
Right.
♪ No more ♪
♪ No more. ♪
I'll try not to be boring.
I won't say anything that embarrasses you.
You won't embarrass me.
Mm-hmm. I'm sure there are parents
that do way cooler things than I do.
Don't you have some big movie director's kid in your class?
Yeah, but he's not coming.
Anyway, you're a detective.
That's way cooler than anything else.
Ms. Morales, can I talk to you a second?
Yeah.
I am so sorry to do this at the last minute.
We've had some feedback
from parents regarding your talking to the class.
What kind of feedback? I haven't done it yet.
I think the feeling is that...
policing is a polarizing subject
and that...
as important as it is
and as much as there are good cops
who are doing all kinds of good work,
it brings up a lot of issues.
They feel that your presence itself
and, God, I'm...
I hate to say this, but that...
it could be triggering for some of our students.
My presence?
Career Day should speak to inclusion.
One child's parent is a janitor,
one child's parent is a banker.
Both, all, are members of our society,
are members of our community.
How many children that go here have janitors as parents?
That's not really the point, Ms. Morales.
No, the point is, you don't want me participating.
Not at this particular moment, no.
I would hope,
for many reasons,
that the polarization around policing lessens,
that the police officer
can take his or her place alongside the butcher,
the baker and the candlestick maker.
That is the kind of society that I hope we're working toward.
Great, Ms. Greer.
Tell my son that I got bumped for the candlestick maker.
And when he gets home,
I'll tell him the truth.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(siren chirps)
So, who called it in?
Neighbor. Said he heard loud noises,
then he heard somebody fall.
Went in to check it out, the lady was unconscious.
Name is Rita Albert.
She live alone?
Apparently she has a grown son, lives with her.
What's this one?
Looks like a home invasion.
Oh...
You look good in uniform.
You should wear this more often.
Not now. MAN: Detective.
Interest of maintaining crime scene integrity,
maybe we should extend the perimeters a little bit further.
Yeah. Thanks, chief. Appreciate the help.
No problem.
Security cameras? Nada.
And no sign of forced entry.
Our victim's name is Rita Albert.
Back door is locked and barred... How's it going?
Good.
You know, between sector cars and Crime Scene,
sometimes they can't get an ambulance through.
Whose head's on the chopping block then?
You a cop?
Let's just say I know what I'm talking about.
SANDEFORD: Andre.
Check this guy out.
What's up, man?
Excuse me, sir?
Sir...
Hey! Stop running!
Got nowhere else to go. Put your hands in the air.
Against the shed.
Why'd you run, my man?
Ah, no reason.
Justin Albert. You Rita Albert's son?
How you know that?
Come on.
Got some friends who want to have a chat with you.
Okay.
♪ All this ice on me, flashing lights on me ♪
♪ Spotlight on me ♪
♪ But can't stay low-key. ♪
Chief.
Collar brass is upside-down, Officer.
Sorry, Chief. Hey, hey.
I'm kidding.
¿Qué te pasa?
It hit me this morning.
That having a cop for a mother can be tough on a kid.
All kinds of things can be tough on a kid.
Some things they turn out to be grateful for.
Chief?
Thank you.
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
You got one of those, right? I don't.
I remember when you got that one.
Over the years, you get all these certificates and plaques
and trophies.
Most of them I keep down in the basement.
For some reason...
I keep this one up here. I am worried, Dad.
What are you worried about?
I'm worried what Kurt Walsh
is telling the D.A.
Honey, Kurt Walsh has zero credibility.
They run this up the chain
at the D.A.'s office, they're gonna recognize that.
And this whole thing is gonna go away.
Unless it doesn't.
Unless somebody looking to make
a name for herself, like Vonny Diskant,
decides to go after
whatever cops she can-- decorated cops, all the better.
Well, you'll be happy to know I got a lawyer.
In case things get to the point where I need one.
Who'd you hire?
Sy Somers.
Sy is a hundred years old,
and most of his clients
come to him
to get rental applications notarized.
Please.
Don't kid yourself.
Sy knows his way around the courthouse.
He doesn't inspire a lot of confidence.
Forget all that.
Do you think I had anything to do with
the killing of that confidential informant?
It doesn't matter what I think.
It does matter what you think.
It matters to me.
I don't think you had anything to do with it.
Then, for now...
I can put that in my hip pocket
and take on the world.
You just got out of the joint in January.
When I saw all them cop cars, I ran.
PTSD, you know?
Yeah, well, whoever it was that got into the house,
your mother put up quite a fight.
She sustained a concussion
and a hairline skull fracture.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
She's still unconscious, but her vital signs look good.
Well, can I see her?
Let's get done what we got to do first, huh?
Are you still dealing bootleg pharmaceuticals?
Definitely not.
Hmm. We searched the house.
I keep a few around for my anxiety.
Must be some big-time anxiety.
Yeah.
Okay, that's a 90-day supply.
They cracked down on writing prescriptions.
That's number one.
Then, even if you have a prescription,
in order to get it filled, you got to walk down the aisle
with the adult diapers,
which, since my stepfather was incontinent,
acts as a trigger for me.
You got a trigger, too, huh?
KILLIAN: All right, so, tell me,
what does your mother think of you having
this size stash in the house?
Very understanding.
Oh, is she a pill junkie, too?
Strictly homeopathic.
She don't take no pills.
So she couldn't be too understanding
of you dealing out of the house.
I wasn't dealing.
Hmm. Well...
That kind of quantity?
The law considers possession with intent to sell.
Your mother found them,
you got into a fight with her, one thing led to another,
and you hit her.
I'd never hit my mother.
Yeah, well, who did, Justin?
MORALES: Who?
Who that she would know and open the door for? Hold on.
No, and don't just pick a name out of a hat either.
Then I don't know, man.
I don't have no names,
I don't have no hat.
So, what y'all want from me?
Where were you this morning?
Same as every morning:
driving a 24-foot box truck
from Hunts Point to my drop-offs in Brooklyn.
You could call my boss. I'll give you his number.
In the meanwhile, can I go see my mother?
Please.
♪ ♪
Come on in.
May I?
Sure.
I appreciate you taking the time to see me, Chief.
How can I help you?
One of your precinct commanders came to see me today.
Regina Haywood is concerned
that Maurice Haywood is the target of an investigation.
I'm not surprised she's concerned.
He is her father, after all.
It comes to a homicide investigation
involving retired cops from the 7-4,
a lot of people are concerned.
But she has to know
involving herself is beyond inappropriate.
And if I detect any sign
that she continues to be involved,
I will have no choice but to order an official inquiry.
I'm sure that won't be necessary.
I'll speak with Inspector Haywood...
first chance I get.
Very good.
Thank you.
SY: When's the last time I saw you?
I don't know, Sy. It's been a while.
Abe Reznikoff's memorial maybe?
Really? Wow. (laughs): Yeah. I think so.
Here, come in. Thank you.
My father tells me you're representing him.
Yeah, he likes that I don't charge for phone calls. Get out of here.
Please don't take this the wrong way.
Do you feel like you're up to it?
I know your father a long time.
I count him as my friend.
If I need help,
I will get help. Okay?
Okay.
I know that the D.A.'s talking to Kurt Walsh.
Do we know what Walsh is telling them?
Yeah, the D.A.'s office provided us
with Walsh's affidavit
as part of mandatory discovery.
And he states that he was present
in the motel room
the night Mr. Linden was shot and fatally wounded.
Also present were an undercover police officer
from Internal Affairs and a prostitute
designated Jane Doe, names redacted.
Do we know who either of them are?
Since your father provided me
with all of his records,
we know that the undercover...
was him.
You're kidding.
Corroborated by Internal Affairs.
Well, uh, what about the prostitute
designated Jane Doe?
Has not been identified.
I imagined my father doing a lot of things,
I never would have imagined
him working undercover for Internal Affairs.
Some things you take to the grave.
(sighs) What does Walsh's affidavit allege
my father did in the motel room?
Does it... even say?
According to Walsh,
it was your father who pulled the trigger.
♪ ♪
Oh, hey, I forgot to ask: How'd Career Day go?
Where are we on the robbery?
Uh, guy next door
had a security camera rigged up
on account of people going through his garbage.
I'm just trying to get it to play.
Shouldn't be that tough, Tommy.
Get up.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Something happened at the school.
Yeah, something happened at the school.
They don't want me to talk to Sebastian's class.
Why not?
Danger of triggering.
I carry a gun and a set of cuffs,
and those Upper East Side parents that send
their kids to that school
would rather not think about that.
Makes you think he'd be better off
someplace else.
Someplace else where?
Where you don't find that kind of anti-cop sentiment.
So take him away from his friends
in the middle of a school year, blow off the scholarship
that lets him have the advantages of that school?
He was so excited to have me stand up in his class, too.
You'd think that would matter.
(sighs)
What's the timestamp we're looking for?
Well, we put it around 06:30.
Wait a minute.
The perp's a cop.
(sighs)
Chief, you wanted to see me? Yeah, come on in.
Thanks for coming over.
You've been asking questions about the Yolo Linden case?
Vonny Diskant is looking to put another notch on her belt,
which is fine, but if she's cutting deals with Kurt Walsh,
I want to know about it.
At this stage of the investigation,
you're not supposed to know about it.
So I find out my father's been lied about after the fact.
How sure are you that it would be a lie?
Look at the source.
No. I know.
Between Kurt Walsh and Mo Haywood,
who are you going to believe?
Yolo was my guy, Regina.
I must've cleared
a dozen major cases using information he provided me.
The fact that his murder
has gone unsolved all these years weighs on me.
So you're not willing to rule out the possibility
that it was my father who killed him.
No. I'm not willing to rule it out.
I want the truth to come out as much as you do, Chief.
The truth has a way of coming out.
And if it means your father gets indicted
and has to stand trial, that's what it means.
But you can't interfere.
Are we straight on that?
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
MAURICE: That-that address is right off Avenue C, right?
KEE: Avenue C, yeah. MAURICE: That's where he grew up?
Dad? KEE: Lower East Side.
No kidding? Dad.
His dad grew up on the Lower East Side. One second.
We send out the picture of this suspected cop-burglar?
Uh, it went out to the chief of D's office.
They should be sending it out, uh, citywide any time now.
What's this?
You wanted to look at my notes from back then.
I brought 'em over. Great.
Let's go to my office.
(grunts)
I'll see you, Kee. Lieutenant.
MAURICE: Sy told me you stopped by today.
I wanted to satisfy myself that he was up to the task.
Did you?
Not particularly.
But he managed to unearth some interesting things.
Like what?
For starters, I wasn't expecting to hear
you were a field associate for Internal Affairs.
You really got to put that in context, Regina.
Back then, the 7-4
had cops who were like gangsters.
They were shaking drug dealers down,
they were terrorizing people.
When IAD approached me to help put a stop to it,
it seemed like a good thing to do.
I imagine that must have been hard for you.
Most of the cops that I gave up, I didn't lose any sleep over.
But then some of them you did.
There was a guy I gave up for frequenting social clubs,
then for taking money.
He got suspended, then fired, then divorced.
Last I heard, he was driving a tow truck.
What about Kurt Walsh?
What about him?
Ever pass along anything incriminating about him?
Numerous times.
That man is an animal.
I watched Kurt Walsh tune up a runner
for one of the heroin dealers over on Pitkin Avenue.
Kid couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds.
Walsh took his stash
and took his money, then threw him down a flight of stairs.
Walsh ever get busted for that?
Until he murdered his ex-partner
a few months ago,
Walsh never got busted for anything.
BENTLEY: Yeah, we'll talk about it some more.
OFFICER: All right. See you later.
Hey. Hey.
Let me show you something.
What's up?
It's my shield.
You gonna wear that?
No, I'm not gonna wear it, stupid.
Oh.
I'm gonna gave it to Tamika.
That's like a thing, right?
Wearing a miniature of somebody's shield?
Yes, Andre, it's a thing.
Nah, I mean...
must mean things are going pretty good between you and her.
We wake up next to each other in the morning,
go to sleep next to each other at night.
There ain't nothing I want that I don't have.
(phones chiming)
Whoa, it was a cop behind that assault this morning?
He looks familiar.
Yeah.
He does look familiar.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
One thing this guy had going for him: a cop shows up
in uniform, most people are gonna let him in,
which explains the no forced entry.
Something about this guy's wrong.
Excuse me, Detectives. We just got an alert.
We think that-- Yo.
That's the guy we all saw at the crime scene this morning.
He's definitely not a cop.
He kind of talked like one, though.
That's the know-it-all guy.
Those medals are military medals.
And the collar brass are flowers.
I'm glad he's not a cop,
he's a damn police buff.
MORALES: A police buff assaulting women in their homes.
Oh, excuse me, Officer.
Yes, ma'am, how can I help you?
I-I've managed to get separated from my tour group.
I know the bus is leaving from the corner
of Liberty and Sheffield.
I hope I'm pronouncing that correctly.
Yeah, you're fine.
So, this is Liberty here. Uh-huh.
And Sheffield is just two blocks in that direction.
Oh, thank you. And if you'd like...
I can walk you there.
Oh, would you?
It would be my pleasure. Come on.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
SEAN: Hey.
You coming to bed anytime soon? No.
Ticket stubs from Yankees games,
copies of 61s he wrote as a patrolman,
and matchbooks from restaurants.
Wow.
Well, if you know what you're looking for,
I could try and help you.
I don't know what I'm looking for. That's the problem.
I also don't know why he would hold onto all this stuff.
Well, he was living two lives.
Might have been a matter of trying to keep straight
what was in each of them.
Is that what you did?
When you lie for a living,
you got to remember who you told what to.
Are you lying to anyone now, Sean?
Well, my name's not Sean Dryden.
(laughs sarcastically)
(laughs)
What's going on?
Nothing.
Where are you going?
I need to handle something.
Do you want me to come with you?
I need to handle it myself.
(sighs)
Who are...? (shushes)
Who are the girls?
I don't know. Whoever we were out with
when I was working for Internal Affairs.
Who is the one on your lap?
Come on, Regina.
Look at the date on the photograph.
I can't make it out. What is it?
It was my 16th birthday.
That was my birthday,
and you were with her.
I was working, honey.
You know
what kind of crazy hours I had to keep sometimes.
(crying): How long you gonna keep doing this, Dad?
It's true, though.
I had to be around
all kinds of unsavory characters.
Even on special days when I should have been with you.
Did you sleep with her?
What kind of question is that to ask me?
Did you?
(sniffles)
Regina? You...
You stay away from me.
R-Regina, come back here.
Please. (door closes)
♪ ♪
You know any of these girls from back in the day?
Yeah, I know, I know all of them.
There was a prostitute stroll on Loring Avenue,
and we used to periodically do sweeps.
Y-You'd collar the same girls over and over again.
Her name was Peaches. That's Sharon.
And this one here's Bunny.
Thanks. Yeah, I can cross-reference nicknames,
arrest records, photographs, maybe come up with something
i-if you're looking for 'em. No, that's all right, Marvin.
I'll take care of it.
Are you the officer in charge?
How can I help you, ma'am?
One of your officers was so courteous.
He gave me directions, then
he actually walked me to where I was going.
Ah, well, isn't that something?
I didn't get his name,
but I did write down his badge number
as soon as I was back on the tour bus.
That right?
We Red Hat ladies recognize acts of kindness.
We recognize when someone takes pride in their work.
Isn't it about time
more people did that? Absolutely.
You have a blessed day, Officer Kee. (chuckles)
See? I'm gonna remember to know your names from now on.
Well, you have a blessed day, too, ma'am.
Hey. That woman Rita Albert, whose place got broken into,
she's out of the hospital.
I heard.
Yeah, she told the cop outside her room
that our fake cop said he came to her apartment
to check on her son's parole status, but once he was inside,
she caught him going through her stuff
before he assaulted her.
I'm just glad he didn't turn out to be a real cop.
Give people one more reason to hate us.
Yeah, Killian told me what happened at your kid's school.
Hard for an eight-year-old to understand
why his mother's presence is a trigger.
Yeah, same old story, you know, people hating on cops
till they need one.
My son doesn't know that people hate on cops.
He still thinks we're the good guys.
What time does your son get out of school?
YENKO: Our fake cop
apparently took seriously what it means
to be of service.
You mean, when he wasn't doing robberies.
YENKO: So impressed was one civilian
that she took down
his badge number.
It corresponds to a George Callas,
who retired from the job
in 1998.
We have an address?
He's in Bay Ridge. We got a sector car
heading out that way to pick him up now.
Oh. There's progress.
("Repeat" by Sways playing)
♪ Hey, boy ♪
♪ Bad up the beat, then repeat ♪
♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's me, that's a three-peat ♪
♪ Victory, I gotta win, can't defeat me ♪
♪ Outta my... outta my league ♪
♪ But she needy, like, why she need me? ♪
ANGELA: Yeah, have a good day.
KID: Thank you.
♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's me, that's a three-peat ♪
♪ Victory, I gotta win, can't defeat me ♪
♪ Outta my... outta my league, but she needy ♪
♪ Like, why she need me? ♪
Angela.
Yeah?
I wonder if I could talk to you for a minute.
About what?
Something that happened 26 years ago.
I don't have a very good memory for things that long ago.
Does the name Yolo Linden ring a bell? Does not.
Think back, Ms. Bridwell.
You were in a motel room
on Atlantic Avenue where Yolo Linden
got shot to death.
Look, lady, I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm a school crossing guard.
You were a prostitute.
You went by Bunny,
and Yolo Linden was your pimp.
And the cop who killed him is trying to get you
to implicate my father
in the murder.
Your father Mo Haywood?
Yes, he is.
How is Mo?
He's all right.
He tell you to come talk to me?
He doesn't know anything about it.
Then how you find me?
Surveillance photograph with three cops and three women.
Two of the women are dead, and you've been arrested
enough times to leave a trail,
so, you know.
I don't get arrested so much anymore.
Kurt Walsh get in touch with you
about your grand jury appearance?
I don't know any Kurt Walsh.
Has he threatened you?
I told you, I don't know who he is.
If anyone tries to intimidate you,
or is pressuring you to lie,
you get in touch with me,
put a stop to it, okay?
How you know about the grand jury?
Spoke to Sy Somers and put two and two together.
If Mo Haywood was in on
the killing of Yolo Linden, you should say that.
If he wasn't, you should say that.
When vice cops would do sweeps,
Sy Somers would get me released.
Your father? He'd post my bail.
Your father pays Sy's fees.
He's a good guy, your father.
Come on, babies.
There's something about the smell of a precinct, you know?
I started out at the 7-8, went to the 1-14,
then to the 2-6, which was a blessing,
since I was living in Nyack at the time. (laughs)
All smell the same.
Yeah, well, um, so, tell me-- does this guy
look familiar? (laughs) Yeah, that's Carl.
Carl who?
Carl Dannemeyer. Officer Carl.
Why do you call him that? He's a buff.
Knows all the terminology, had a scanner.
To talk to him, you'd think he was a cop.
Uh, how'd he wind up with your shield?
I gave it to him. I had dupes.
He told me it was for a costume party,
but I could see how much it meant to him.
He'd clip it to his jacket, wear it on a chain around his neck.
(laughs)
I didn't have the heart to ask for it back.
He in some kind of trouble?
It's a possible robbery.
That'd surprise me.
The guy I know
is basically harmless.
Hmm. He'll be out there,
uh, you know, directing traffic in a snowstorm,
helping an old person cross the street.
What'd he do for money?
He'd been working as a doorman in Brooklyn Heights.
But he got let go.
Had to move out of his place.
I felt for him.
Let him store a bunch of things in my garage.
Can we take a look at those things?
Sure.
YENKO: What a collection.
This French Connection poster is signed by Eddie Egan.
You know who he is? Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was the model
for Popeye Doyle that Gene Hackman...
He was the model for Popeye Doyle,
who Gene Hackman played in the movie.
And there are all these signed photographs
of police commissioners. Oh, look at this.
Geez.
Keechant Sewell, Bill Bratton.
(chuckles) Ray Kelly.
QUINLAN: He collects them like
they're baseball cards. Yeah.
Although, why are there so many pictures of a cello?
QUINLAN: Oh, I can shine some light on that.
Please. So, I went on
the stolen property index,
and there was a cello known as the Steinmuller Stradivarius,
and it was reported stolen by the principal cellist
of the Cleveland Symphony Orchestra,
and it looks a lot like this one.
See, that's interesting, because Stradivarius
was known primarily for violins.
Do we think Dannemeyer stole the cello?
Find out why he got fired from his doorman job.
Then, uh, last known address,
and if there are any relatives, girlfriends
who might be living in the area, et cetera.
And these guns are pretty realistic-looking but
they're all rubber, so I'm guessing he's unarmed.
Guess again.
Real ammo.
♪ ♪
Carl's a beautiful person.
I wish he was still working here.
Ah. Cleaning lady's upstairs,
Mrs. Caponogro. Thank you, Larry.
Why isn't he still working here? They caught him
going into somebody's apartment when the people weren't there.
Yeah? They catch him stealing anything?
Not to my knowledge,
but you can't be going into people's apartments
when they're not there.
That's across the board. Mm.
What apartment?
18D. Ashford's.
Carl was convinced they had
some kind of illegal operation going on,
and he was determined to bust it up.
Something about a stolen cello.
He was all set to be a hero when they fired him.
18D.
Ashford.
Yes, ma'am.
I know that there's gonna be all kinds of people
hanging around the courthouse.
I was wondering you come with me?
They won't let me in the grand jury room.
Can you stay with me, at least, till I get in there?
Of course I can.
Of course. Uh, let me grab my coat.
NEWSMAN (on TV): Though supported by the mayor,
Proposition H had been questioned...
How you doing? Hey.
Oh, no.
coffee's on me, Officer. The hell you doing?
You know that's attempted bribery?
I'm just breaking your balls. Put it in the tip jar.
NEWSWOMAN: A Developing story, Appreciate it.
All New York News reports from the scene.
REPORTER: A Brooklyn couple has been arrested
in connection with the theft of the Steinmuller Stradivarius,
one of only 60 cellos in the world
made by Antonio Stradivari,
and valued between three and four million dollars.
The NYPD would like to thank an alert doorman.
Larry Simic spotted the cello...
Larry Simic? Did she just say Larry Simic?
...to receive a $50,000 reward...
Larry Simic had nothing to do with that.
Nick and Shelly, back to you.
NICK: We'll be sure to bring you more on this...
Have a good night, Charlie. Thanks.
Don't let the cold hit you.
Larry.
I thought you were a stand-up guy, Larry. It's-it's not
what you think, Carl. No. It's not?
It's not you taking credit for what I done?
Please... please put the gun away.
First, you and me are gonna find this TV news person
and you're gonna tell her the truth on who did what.
Put the gun down!
CARL: So, that news report was to entice me? Nice.
Up against the fence.
I knew you were a cop.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
CARL: It's in the eyes.
Yeah, I knew you were checking me out.
I could tell you have a heightened awareness
of your surroundings.
That's what it's all about for a cop.
Good to know you pass muster with him.
Hey, I'm old school.
I used to be skeptical of a woman on the job,
but not anymore.
Man, well, let me get this straightened out,
I'd work with you anytime.
Oh, yeah? Great.
Your new partner?
Eh, think he'll work with me?
Not sure. Yeah.
Great job, Larry. (chuckles)
Hell of a job, Larry.
Hell of a job.
Frickin' awesome. (chuckles)
I should be sitting where you're sitting, you know that? Just sit down.
So, what happened? I flunked the psych tests at the police academy.
Something about me being, uh, delusional with narcissistic
tendencies. No, no, no, no, no, no.
You talked your way into the Albert woman's home.
Mm-hmm.
Why? Her son was doing
a brisk trade in bootleg pharmaceuticals.
I thought it was time I shut it down.
And then, when the woman
tried to stop you, you assaulted her.
That was an accident.
We're talking Class A misdemeanor, right?
That's a 120.00.
Yeah, while in the commission of a robbery.
160.10, if you're putting it in your notes.
It doesn't rise to a 160.10.
No way. It wasn't a robbery.
Carrying an unlicensed firearm is a Class B felony.
Impersonating a police officer is a Class A felony.
I wasn't impersonating a police officer.
I am a police officer.
You're not a police officer. Why?
Why? Because my name's not on the duty roster?
It's not a job like other jobs, you know.
You don't punch in and punch out.
It's a calling.
It's something you're put on this earth to do.
We should probably run him over to the hospital
for a psych evaluation.
I don't need a psych evaluation.
I am completely clear in my mind
on who I am and what it is that I do.
You know, the funny thing is, it doesn't matter
what other people think of us.
There's no "us."
Just as many people love us as hate us.
And whether they love us or hate us,
they all need us.
A.D.A. Diskant.
Inspector. I was wondering
when we're likely to hear something. We already heard.
You can tell your father he's in the clear.
(indistinct chatter)
Put him in the car.
I guess Bunny's more afraid of you than she is of me.
Maybe unlike you, she actually has a conscience.
(chuckles) That's all right.
If I made it so that whenever you think of your father,
you think of him with this whore,
my work here is done.
Dannemora's a cold place
to be spending the rest of your life, Kurt.
Dress warm.
Let's go, Walsh. Let's go.
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Four, five shooters in a town ♪
♪ When the streets get cold, I'm... ♪
SUAREZ: Yeah, Chief. Uh, I'll head over there
as soon as I, uh, leave the 7-4.
Yes, sir.
Good news about your dad?
Looks like.
Sometimes the truth has a way of coming out,
even without you getting involved.
Yeah, I'm glad I didn't have to.
♪ The bottle ♪
♪ Uh, trying to swallow my pride ♪
(school bell rings)
♪ All right, all right... ♪
How was school today? All right.
Anybody say anything about Career Day yesterday?
They don't think you're really a cop.
You told them I was, though, right?
They don't believe me.
SANDEFORD (on P.A.): Mr. Sebastian.
(siren chirps) KID: Whoa!
Well, maybe now they will.
Huh?
We're getting a special ride home.
Come on. SEBASTIAN: For real?
(kids chattering)
Hop in, young man. You, too, young lady.
Oh, my God. (laughter)
BOY: That's so cool.
Hey. Your father's here, Inspector.
Oh, no, tell him
that I'm bus...
It's all right.
I am so grateful for what you did, Regina.
I am glad that it all worked out.
Might have been
a very different outcome
if you hadn't gone to bat for me with that woman.
"That woman"? I think she deserves for you
to at least call her by her name.
I made a mistake, honey.
Back then, I made
a lot of mistakes. No.
Parking in a tow-away zone, that is a mistake.
What you did went way beyond that.
See, this is why I didn't want it
to touch you.
I didn't want it to hurt you.
But it did.
You took your pleasures where you found them,
felt nowhere near enough shame to put a crimp
in your evenings and went on your merry way.
I am sorry, Regina, okay?
You're sorry I found out what you did.
I knew you left us.
I thought it was the stress of the job.
At the time and, uh,
for years after,
I thought it was, uh, demands
that we made on you. (short chuckle)
I never thought there was this woman--
named Angela--
who either put out
or got sent to jail.
It wasn't like that.
Don't you dare tell me what it was like.
Hey.
What can I do to make it right?
Absolutely nothing.
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