Uh-huh, and when did you stop eating meat?
Uh, like, uh, yesterday.
Oh, really?
Yup.
Morning, Rakesh.
Good morning!
Hey, Ashley.
Is the mango juice back in?
Where it usually is.
Yes!
What's with the mango juice?
I just like it.
Whatever happened to apple juice?
That's for little kids.
Oh, of course.
Mango juice has lots of vitamins. You should try it.
Uh, coffee's got all the vitamins I need in the morning.
(door bells tinkle)
Hey!
Come on, you know what this is.
Give me the money.
Okay.
Give me the money! Come on, now! Shut up!
Please, please?
Shut up!
Please, okay.
Come on, let's go, man!
Right now!
I'm ope-opening.
Don't be stupid! Let's go!
Now! Shut up!
Calm down, okay.
Come on! Hurry up! Let's go!
Do it! Hurry up!
Okay.
Open it now!
(grunts)
No! Daddy!
Man, what'd you do?!
Don't move!
What you standing around for?
We got to go!
Yeah. We have a man sh*t in the bodega at the corner of Clarkson and 83rd.
Okay, so we work the same M.O. as that one.
Detectives, this is Liza Daniels.
She asked to speak with you.
Okay, make it quick.
You know Emily Harrison?
We're familiar with her, yeah.
Emily's a friend.
At least she was until I started dating her ex-boyfriend.
Brandon Mitchell?
Emily said some horrible things about him.
When I said I didn't believe her, she said I should talk to you.
He's not a good guy. You should stay away from him.
How about that?
Why don't you take a look at these?
Go ahead.
He handcuffed her, then he b*at her and r*ped her.
Brandon couldn't have done that.
Why not?
Because Brandon's not like that.
And if he had done that, he'd be in jail.
Doesn't always work that way.
Brandon's a great guy.
Emily is my problem.
How's that?
She's calling me every day.
She even came by my office acting like a jealous psycho.
Trust me, Emily does not want Brandon back.
Look... you guys know her.
Sounds like she'll listen to you, so do her a favor, please.
Tell her that if she doesn't back off, I'm gonna file a harassment complaint.
Super said there was a homeless person living down here.
Ooh.
(phone ringing)
Wait. Hang on.
(gate shuts)
Hold on.
I'll pick up your dry cleaning.
Um, you have lunch at Babbo at 12:30, and then meetings back to back before the Met reception.
Got it.
Yeah.
What's your name?
Tara Chandler.
How long have you been living here?
Five days.
I used to live upstairs in 12E, but my roommates and I got evicted.
Why?
Seven of us living in a two-bedroom.
Only way we could afford the place.
How are you living here?
Um, I still have my laundry room key, and there's a shower in there.
There's power. I get cell reception.
View kind of sucks, but...
Sounds like you still have a job.
Why haven't you found a new place?
Manhattan rents are insane.
What about your roommates?
They're all moving to Queens.
What's wrong with Queens?
My boss is Camilla Lawson, the president of Chadway Dunce, the publishing house.
She's seriously high maintenance.
Insists her assistant live in Manhattan and be on call 24-7 for $800 a week.
Maybe you should find a new job.
300 people applied for this position, and 300 people are waiting if I mess up.
Okay.
Can't you crash with family or friends till you find a new place?
I just moved here from Scranton nine months ago.
I work all the time. I don't have time for friends.
Okay, we can see you're in a tough spot, but... you're trespassing.
So we can let you off with a warning today, but you can't stay here.
I understand. Thank you.
I'll get all of my stuff out of here right after work.
If we can help with anything else, give us a call.
Frank: And a big thank you from the Chief Constable of Scotland for showing him and his people around.
Don't remind me.
What's the problem?
They said they learned a lot.
Yeah, I learned something, too.
Never drink with Scottish cops.
(door opens)
Garrett: We have a problem with the bodega robbery in Brooklyn.
Yeah, I got word shopkeeper didn't make it.
Yeah.
Yeah. There's more bad news.
According to the Post Web site, there was a customer named James Reed in the shop at the time of the sh**ting.
And?
Reed is a sergeant at the 3-6.
He didn't lift a finger to help this guy.
He failed to take any action?
He called 911 after the perps fled.
And he was he armed at the time?
According to the Post, he was carrying an off-duty revolver.
And I assume they used their usual editorial restraint?
"Coward Cop Ducks and Covers."
Gormley (sighs): Reed's C.O. says he wasn't alone at the bodega.
He was with his ten-year-old daughter.
That changes everything.
Actually, it's neither here nor there.
What's that mean?
It means it's not as simple as that.
Damn it!
He was with his daughter, and off-duty.
And every cop takes an oath to uphold the law.
There's not a time clock on it.
You don't punch out from that commitment.
It was Reed's duty to act, to somehow come to the aid of that crime victim.
Did the Post know, or did they just leave it out?
There's no headline if you include the kid.
Yeah.
What do you want us to do, boss?
What I want to do is make them have all the facts before they print something.
What I have to do, now that it's out there?
Tell his C.O. I want to see Officer Reed up here forthwith.
♪ Blue Bloods 7x08 ♪
Personal Business
Original Air Date on November 11
♪ ♪
Thank you.
Sure.
As you were.
Please sit down.
I'm looking at your service record, and I'm confused.
Sir?
Well, your evaluations are excellent, decorated twice for Meritorious Duty.
By all measures, a cop's cop. Try to be.
So how could you stand down on the scene of an armed robbery?
I was with my daughter, Commissioner.
I'm aware of that.
Tell me what happened.
I was walking my daughter Ashley to school.
We stopped into the local bodega.
Next thing I know, two perps have g*ns on the man behind the register.
Not pros, either. Jumpy.
Go on.
Two instincts kicked in at the same time.
To do my job, and to keep my little girl safe.
The second one won out.
The initial investigation indicates you could have moved your daughter out of harm's way and still discharged your duty.
Maybe in a perfect scenario, where she doesn't sound a peep, and we could move like we were invisible.
So for lack of a perfect scenario, you let a shopkeeper take a b*llet?
Let him?
No, sir, I didn't let him.
Like I had a choice...
Isn't that what happened?
It kills me that I couldn't help him.
Couldn't or wouldn't?
Look at me and answer the question.
Couldn't.
I could not save him.
I had a choice, and a split second to make it, and I chose to protect my little girl.
Our officers are paid to run toward danger, not turn away from it.
I won't apologize for what I did, sir.
Given the same circumstances, I'd do exactly the same thing.
And so would I?
I didn't say that.
But you're thinking it.
I don't presume to know what you think, sir.
As of now, you are on modified assignment.
Should the investigators determine that you are in violation of your oath, you could face demotion or lose your shield.
That's the way this goes.
That is all.
Yes, sir.
(door closes)
Tara?
I-I'm so sorry to bother you, but I am in huge trouble.
What happened?
I moved all my stuff to the alley behind the building, but then, this big scary guy said it was his spot, and he grabbed my laptop and ran off...
Oh, are you okay?
Yeah, but my whole life is on that computer.
If I don't get it back, I'm gonna get fired.
Okay, calm down. We're gonna take a ride, we're gonna see if we can find this guy.
Thank you so much.
Wait. You really need to find a safe place to live.
I know. I-I will.
(phone ringing)
Let's go.
Hi, Camilla.
Yes, your shoes are in the shelf in your closet.
I understand, but we're not saying you did anything wrong, Emily. I was just trying to make Liza understand what Brandon's capable of.
She just doesn't want to hear it.
Well, that's 'cause she thinks she's in love with him.
Which is unfortunate, but if she wants to see this dirt bag, there's nothing you or us can do about it.
It's her choice.
Brandon's a r*pist.
He r*ped me.
We're not trying to minimize what happened here, Emily.
Look, I know I can't change what Brandon did to me, but there is no way I'm gonna sit on my hands while he does it to someone else.
Liza has already said you harassed her.
She wants to file a complaint against you.
You see what you're doing?
You're making yourself out to be the bad guy here.
We cannot go after somebody before they commit a crime.
We can't prove what he did to you, so, technically, Brandon hasn't done anything wrong.
Yet.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
We can have a patrol unit sit in front of his place, keep an eye on him.
Would that make you feel better?
You know that's not enough.
We're trying to help you here, Emily.
Look, it's the best we can do.
Tara: I can't thank you guys enough.
You literally saved my life.
Hey, we're glad it worked out.
You have yourself a good night, all right, Tara?
Good night.
Tara, where you headed?
There's a...
24-hour diner near work.
You know, I have manuscripts to read anyway, so...
Look, let me give you some money for a hotel room.
That's totally sweet, but I can't do that.
Do me a favor-- hang on a sec?
Sure.
Hey... we should help this girl.
We got her computer back.
We can't send her out there with no place to stay.
If she won't take money for a hotel, what are we supposed to do?
I was thinking maybe she could crash at your place for a couple days.
Hmm?
She's a nice kid, Eddie.
She'll find a place of her own soon enough.
Well, I am not taking some stranger into my apartment.
Why don't we just take her to a shelter?
You've been in those places.
Come on.
She's not a stray puppy, Jamie.
This job is hard enough without taking it home with me literally.
I'm gonna finish the paperwork.
I'm just saying, why not go talk to the guy?
Remind him that we're watching him.
We can't get in Brandon Mitchell's grill if he hasn't done anything wrong.
He's done plenty wrong.
Not to Liza Daniels.
I don't get it with you.
You were mad at me when I didn't want to go after the guy; now I want to go after him, and you don't want to.
We start hassling Brandon, his fancy lawyer, and next thing you know we'll be looking at a harassment beef.
Dispatcher: 5-4 Frank. You have a 10-10. Possible sh*ts fired at 313 Macdougall.
Ambulance en route. 313 Macdougall.
That's Brandon Mitchell's place.
(siren wailing)
(siren stops)
(indistinct radio chatter)
Make a hole.
Hey! Make a hole.
Step aside.
Where we going?
(panting)
Liza Daniels?
No.
What do you mean, no?
Officer: It's Brandon Mitchell. He took two g*nshots to the chest-- girl said the sh**t fled the scene.
Where is she? Where-where's the girl?
Over there.
You okay?
What happened? (shuddering exhale)
We were upstairs.
The doorbell rang.
Brandon came down to see who it was.
Th-The next thing I know, I heard g*nshots.
When I got down here, Brandon was lying on the ground.
There was blood everywhere, and he wasn't b-breathing.
Okay, did you get a look at the sh**t?
No. The door was open.
Sh-She must have taken off.
What do you mean, "she"?
Emily Harrison.
Janko: I thought you said you didn't see who sh*t Brandon.
I didn't have to.
Emily wanted Brandon dead.
She's the only one who could've done this.
(sighs)
(footsteps approaching)
(lock clacks)
Hey.
Hey.
What's going on?
(sighs): Uh...
Uh...
I got to apologize.
You were just trying to help that girl, and...
You know, I didn't feel comfortable taking her in.
I get it. It's no big deal.
Yeah?
Yeah. I got it covered.
Hey, Jamie, mind if I grab a towel...
Hey.
Officer Janko.
Hey, Tara.
Fancy meeting you here.
Yeah.
Jamie invited me to crash here for a little while.
Oh.
Just till she finds her own place.
(laughs): Isn't he awesome?
(laughs): Oh-ho-ho, he is awesome.
(takes deep breath)
But don't you need to be in Manhattan?
And last time I checked, this was Brooklyn Heights.
Oh, uh, I can make it work for a few days.
I'm gonna grab a shower.
It was great to see you.
(laughs)
Hmm.
Well...
Hmm, look at that, I came over to apologize for leaving Tara hanging, and it looks like she landed on her feet.
It's no big deal, Eddie.
Oh, no, it kind of is.
It's also very unprofessional.
Hey, there's no regulation against me helping somebody out on my own time.
Helping her or helping you?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that if we had found a smelly old homeless dude in that garage, do you really think he'd be freshening up in your bathroom right now?
Do you seriously think I would do something like that?
No. Of course not. I'm sorry.
I forgot-- you're awesome.
(door opens)
♪
Glad you called, Emily.
You know, I never thought I'd be a fugitive.
Where you been?
Walking, mostly.
Hung out at Grand Central for a while.
Surprised you didn't try to catch a train home.
I thought about it, but I figured you'd have police looking for me up there, too.
That's some good figuring.
(sighs)
You bought a g*n a couple of weeks ago-- you still got it?
Okay.
I'm gonna need you to give it to me.
(sighs heavily)
(sniffles)
Okay.
Let's put it right on the bench.
I'm gonna have to read you your rights now.
You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.
Can I just tell you what happened?
You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police...
...and to have an attorney present during any questioning.
Please, I just need to tell you.
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you without cost.
Do you understand... the rights... that I just read to you?
Yes. But I need you to know that I didn't plan on sh**ting Brandon.
Emily, stop talking.
Please.
I just told you you have the right to remain silent.
That's exactly what I need you to do right now.
The next person you speak to is gonna be an attorney who's going to help you.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Okay.
With those rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?
No.
Very good.
Come on.
♪
How'd this go down?
Sergeant Reed responded to sh*ts fired at a known drug location.
He chose not to wait for backup, and headed inside.
Is he likely?
He took one round.
b*llet went straight through.
This way.
He's gonna be laid up for a while, but the doc said he's gonna be okay.
(sighs)
All right.
How you doing, Sergeant?
According to the doctors, I'm... one lucky guy.
What happened?
I ran towards the fire.
You're on modified assignment.
You were unarmed?
Bystanders were pinned down.
Didn't think I had time to wait.
Unarmed.
When you get called a coward to eight million people, I guess that's what happens.
To me, anyways.
(sighs)
Look... I was pretty tough on you.
I...
You were doing your job.
None of this is on you, Commissioner.
The motivation was all my own.
You know, I always thought that if I ever made the paper as a cop, it'd be for something good I did.
Get some rest.
(sighs)
Boss.
The family.
Mother Carol. Daughter Ashley.
Carol?
I'm Frank Reagan.
Anything you need, consider it done.
It's a little late for that.
But...
I do appreciate the thought.
(sighs)
Ashley.
I'm glad your dad's gonna be okay.
So you're my dad's boss?
Yes.
Did you call him a coward?
(quietly): No.
Ashley!
Ashley, I would never call your father a coward.
Just to let you know, my dad's really brave.
And a good man!
Call him anything else, it's just wrong.
I understand your client intends to plead not guilty, Mr. Gallo?
That's right, though we're willing to discuss a plea.
Are you aware that the b*ll*ts that k*lled Mr. Mitchell are a positive ballistic match to Ms. Harrison's g*n?
We are.
And you admit that you sh*t Mr. Mitchell?
Yes.
Why don't you tell me what happened?
I went to Brandon's brownstone to try to talk to him.
And you had no prior intention to harm Mr. Mitchell.
No.
Then why did you bring a g*n, which you had no permit to carry.
You're aware of the prior history here, Ms. Reagan.
Are you aware those allegations were never proven?
I didn't know how Brandon would react when I confronted him.
But I was right to be worried.
When I asked him to stop seeing Liza, he got angry.
And he put his hand around my throat, and he shoved me up against the wall.
So I reached into my bag and I grabbed my g*n and I sh*t him.
So you're claiming self-defense.
Bingo.
No witnesses... you have any visible bruising from this alleged att*ck?
No.
But I swear to you, Ms. Reagan, I'm telling you the truth.
(approaching footsteps)
You wanted to see me, Monica?
Come in, Erin.
I understand you met with Emily Harrison and her attorney?
I did.
As you know, the victim's father is a prominent member of the financial community, which makes this a high-profile prosecution.
I understand.
What was the substance of your meeting?
Emily's claiming self-defense.
She's asserting Mitchell att*cked her when she showed up at his place with a g*n?
Can't really blame him.
She's saying that she went there to talk, he att*cked her, she took out the g*n, fired.
Which no one can corroborate except the victim, correct?
That's correct.
Defense counsel is open to a plea.
(laughs) I bet he is.
Bruno Gallo's a hack.
I doubt he's ever tried a m*rder case.
(sighs) She works an entry level job at an ad agency.
Both her parents are teachers.
He's the best they can afford.
Well, then, this shouldn't take too long.
Well, given the history between Emily and the victim... That r*pe allegation... is unproven.
The accused recently expressed a grudge against Brandon Mitchell... to NYPD detectives no less.
Then brought a concealed w*apon to his residence and k*lled him.
This is a slam dunk, Erin.
I don't usually talk strategy with the Chief Assistant DA.
Is there something else I should know?
As I said, this is a high-profile case.
The District Attorney feels the facts warrant a vigorous prosecution.
I don't think the maximum sentence is warranted in this case.
If she acted in self-defense, let her lawyer prove it in court.
I'm just not sure he's up for it.
Thanks for coming up, Erin.
Keep me posted.
♪
We gonna talk about this or what?
I'm gonna go with "or what."
I'm helping someone in trouble; there's nothing wrong with that.
Okay.
Let's say the bosses find out that you took this girl in after meeting her on the job.
After we tossed her for trespassing, you don't think that they'd question your judgment?
No one's gonna find out, Eddie.
What if something happened to Tara?
It's possible, given the crazy risks she takes.
If it came out she was staying with you, you could get jammed up.
That's a chance I'm willing to take.
What?
(mimicking Tara): Isn't Jamie awesome?
You know, what is with you? You're acting like you're jealous or something.
(laughing): Oh, please.
Don't flatter yourself.
I'm trying to keep you from screwing up your career.
And mine.
Henry: But he's going to be okay, right?
I think the g*nsh*t's gonna heal faster than the wound to his pride.
Well, he's a far sight better off than that bodega owner.
You say that like Reed's got blood on his hands.
I make it sound like that because he does.
Come on, Pop. Really?
Every officer who takes that oath is aware that he or she is required to take action if witnessing a crime.
But he was off duty.
And he had his kid with him, right?
Both. And if there were a natural human reflex, to run toward the fire, there wouldn't be language that requires that response.
But there isn't, so there is.
But he did take action; he called 911.
That was after the bad guys took off.
That's a little late then, pal.
Yeah, but it's crazy. I mean, is there any other job that requires you to be on duty 24/7?
Doctors and nurses are asked to save lives when they're off duty.
There's no binding obligation to do so.
Hippocratic Oath says you do.
Exactly.
I hear he was a good cop, and a good boss.
And I hear the bodega owner was a well-liked and respected neighbor of that community.
Yeah, but Reed was with his ten-year-old daughter.
And the victim had family, too--
We could play this all day.
But at this table, we always say family comes first.
In my book, he did the right thing.
Yes, it's a tragedy, he couldn't protect the bodega owner, but he deserves credit for protecting his daughter.
Could have been a lot worse.
What about you, Dad?
I can't speak for myself.
Hell just froze over.
I'm dead serious; I'm the guy who is charged with making certain that every man and woman who takes that oath upholds that oath.
Okay, but just here, now.
You have to understand, I can't interpret it.
I can't update it, I can't massage it, I can't express or consider any other way to look at this.
That's who I am in this.
Must have been a long week.
For me, for Sergeant Reed, and most expressly, for the victim and his family.
It's a tough call.
Yeah.
But everyone who takes that oath understands the commitment they're making.
Kind of like prosecutors have a commitment to uphold justice.
That's right.
And you think charging Emily Harrison with m*rder qualifies?
Given the available evidence, yes, I do.
Despite all the horrific things that that animal Brandon Mitchell did to her.
Revenge isn't a defense for m*rder, Danny.
Erin: Thank you.
In light of the facts, a m*rder charge is warranted.
I don't have to like it and neither do you.
Danny: Amazing how you let Mitchell just walk free, but Emily Harrison, you come at her with both g*ns a-blazin'.
Yeah, that's right, because the facts demand it.
The facts are that I didn't want anything to do with this case, and you pressured me into doing it.
You pressured me into taking this case, because Emily deserved justice.
And now you just walk away from it, and turn your back on her-- where's the justice in that?
I asked for help for a r*pe victim, not a m*rder suspect.
She's a m*rder suspect because she's a r*pe victim.
Bottom line is if she gets life, it's because she took someone else's.
Let's keep it civil.
(sighs)
The law may say that Emily should be charged with m*rder, but that sure as hell ain't justice.
And that's the bottom line.
♪
You know why you and Danny are going at it?
Yeah, he's being a jerk.
He blames himself.
And you blame yourself for the same thing.
We're lousy at sharing?
Always were.
The blame?
In this case, yes.
He feels responsible for Ms. Harrison's situation, and so do you.
No I don't.
Not even a little?
Vigilante justice isn't justice, it's anarchy.
But, by some lights, he had it coming, the victim.
By some lights, what happened was what I might call, a community service.
I feel like I'm being led.
You are.
What's bothering you is this: She k*lled the guy and is facing the proper charges, right?
(sighs)
I suggested we offer her a deal.
The Chief ADA laughed in my face.
The victim's father has tons of money, and friends in high places, including, apparently, my office.
But she's got her own attorney.
Is he fighting a good fight?
He's punching way above his weight class.
He's a solo practitioner in mostly personal injury stuff.
Against the full force of the DA's office.
Yeah.
And she doesn't know that.
But you do.
Know what?
That given the players, the game is rigged.
A little, but that's not my problem.
You want her to have a fair trial?
Of course I do.
Sounds like you have to make it your problem.
I was surprised to get your call.
I was surprised to make it.
I assume you're aware that Emily Harrison has been charged with the m*rder of Brandon Mitchell?
I've been following the case.
I'm sure it must be difficult for you having represented him.
So what can I do for you, Erin?
When you and I both started at the DA's office, I used to follow your cases.
Why is that?
You were relentless, but never at the expense of achieving a just result.
Then I sold out and became a soulless defense attorney.
Well, someone's got to do it.
I'm sure you've had offers.
Oh, I'm a career prosecutor, and my kid's got the student loans to prove it.
The State is charging Emily with m*rder.
Case is pretty strong against her.
She's claiming self-defense, but there's no evidence to support that assertation.
I'm sure her attorney can provide effective counsel.
I'm not.
He's never tried a m*rder case before.
But he is the best lawyer she can afford.
It would be highly unusual for me to represent Ms. Harrison having previously represented Mr. Mitchell.
Mr. Mitchell is dead and not party to these proceedings.
But I was a party to her r*pe accusation.
Which was never proven, hence inadmissible and no conflict.
A judge would still have to sign off.
It's no easy sell.
And that's why you get paid the big bucks.
The question isn't whether I could represent Ms. Harrison, but why I would.
Well, only you can answer that.
You and I both did our jobs in Emily's r*pe case.
The result was legally sound.
But in my mind... it wasn't justice.
Tara: Look, I really have to get to work,
Jamie. Camilla hates it when I'm late.
This won't take long. We really need to get your living situation stabilized.
I'm doing everything I can to find a place.
I know, I just think it's time we go another way.
Camilla?
Oh, my God, you called my boss?
How could you do that?
Actually, I think the more pressing question is why you weren't honest with me, Tara.
I'm so sorry, Camilla. I...
It's better she knows what's going on.
That wasn't your decision to make.
Am I to understand that you've been living on the street?
Well... sort of.
More than sort of.
Are you insane?
Why didn't you come to me?
She was afraid that you would fire her.
She's the best assistant I've ever had.
Really?
Trust me, I wouldn't be here otherwise.
One of our London editors has a place on the East Side.
You'll stay there until we find a suitable apartment.
Sounds like a good deal, Tara.
I've got a car outside.
Thank you, Officer Reagan.
I don't know what to say.
Thank you, Jamie.
Good luck.
Tara. Let's go.
Um...
You wanted to see me, boss?
I do.
You read the 49 on the incident involving Sergeant Reed?
I did.
Pretty conclusive.
I concede how they would conclude that his actions fell short of department protocol.
That said...
I will not prepare charges against him.
All due respect, boss, that is a serious mistake.
Well, it wouldn't be my first. Reed may be a stand-up guy, but he went south here.
And he will get a formal reprimand.
We're not talking about a kid fresh out of the academy.
Reed's a sergeant. A boss.
He's supposed to lead by example.
We're also not talking about some cop drawing disability who gets caught playing shortstop for his bar team.
Oh, no, no, but still, this is a breach.
He has served this department with distinction and courage.
Well, he didn't show much courage in that bodega the other morning.
I believe that he felt he could not move his daughter safely out of harm's way and still aid that civilian.
Had to be something he could do.
There was a hallway there.
I wasn't there, Sid. And neither were you.
He had two lives to protect that morning.
He did what he thought was right.
Okay, so, when the C.O.'s start calling me, asking why this guy walked away with a slap on the wrist and what the hell they should tell their officers, what the hell do I tell 'em?
First, ask 'em something.
Ask they were in his shoes-- their wife, their daughter-- what would they do?
And then you tell 'em family comes first.
(door opens, closes)
Erin.
I understand Emily Harrison's coming back in?
Her attorney said she'd plead guilty to the m*rder charge in exchange for the sentence of 20 years.
Okay. But not a day less.
What's Deborah Moss doing here?
Good question.
Wait in the conference room, Emily. I'll be right in.
I'm replacing Mr. Gallo as Emily's counsel.
I wasn't aware Ms. Harrison was in a position to afford your hourly rate.
I'll be representing Ms. Harrison pro Bono.
This is an order from Judge Marino clearing me of all conflict of interest in this matter.
I understand my client's former counsel floated a potential plea?
Guilty, in exchange for 20 years.
Right. That deal is now off the table.
I interviewed Liza Daniels again.
It seems that once I pointed out the penalty for perjury, apparently it jarred her memory.
It seems she did, in fact, witness the sh**ting and is prepared to testify that Mr. Mitchell att*cked my client, who acted in self-defense.
Your m*rder charge is dead and buried, guys.
I suggest you come up with an offer.
Why would a shark like Deborah Moss come to this girl's rescue?
Maybe she felt like she owed her one.
Cut a deal.
I know, I know, we need to stop meeting like this.
Uh, so, I think... we need to clear the air.
Yeah.
I've been thinking about what you... you said about, uh, me being jealous of Tara.
I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.
Yeah, well... the thing is, it... it's true.
What are you talking about?
I was jealous of Tara.
Just like I'm jealous every time you go on a date with somebody or you tell me about some girl that's hot.
Eddie...
Can you please not talk?
This is, you know... it's really hard.
So just let me get it off my chest.
Okay.
I have feelings for you.
I have for a long time.
There, I said it.
I do everything that I can to make them go away.
Because, I mean, you're not even close to my type. I mean, you are a complete Boy Scout and you make me crazy most of the time.
You're also... the best person I think I've ever met.
And you're the best friend that I've ever had.
Look, I...
Is that you talking?
Sorry.
I know that you're my partner.
And I don't want to do anything to screw that up.
I just... I needed to tell you that you're so much more than that.
And if I didn't tell you it was gonna get really weird.
'Cause this doesn't make things weird at all.
I'm kidding!
I'm kidding.
Cards on the table?
I have feelings for you, too.
I think you know that.
But we've been down that road before.
And it's a bad idea, for a... a lot of reasons.
I know.
It can really cloud your judgment, and... totally screw up a partnership.
Yeah. Totally.
I just... You know, I just wanted to be honest.
Mm-hmm.
Are we good?
Definitely.
(chuckles softly)
Good talk. See you tomorrow.
(door opens)
Morning, Mrs. Reed.
Commissioner?
Morning, Ashley.
What are you doing here?
Well, I saw your dad.
He's good, he's doing better.
And he said that, uh, the worst thing about getting hurt was that he couldn't walk you to school, so I thought maybe I could stand in for him for a while, till he's back on his feet.
What do you think?
Go ahead, Ashley.
Okay.
My dad's mad at me.
What for?
Yelling at you.
Oh, don't worry about that.
My daughter yells at me all the time.
They coming?
Yeah.
But you get used to it after a while.