09x17 - Two-Faced

- You got the money?

- No.

Then there's your answer.

But, Maya, come on.

You thought you could skip school to come ask me this?

I got first period study hall.

I'm not missing anything.

My partner's real by-the-book.

You better get your ass to class before she give you a summons.

Well, whatever.

Who's that?

Will, my little brother.

Wouldn't buy him tickets to some concert.

The basketball player?

Smelled like sweaty gym bags, didn't he?

A little.

Looks like - (chuckles) a good kid, though.

He is.

I mean, they all are.

What is it, three younger siblings?

And my mom, who's more work than all of 'em.

That sounds like a handful.

It's worth it for the most part.

Do you feel any remorse for your actions, Dr.




Your daughter's dead.

And I was trying to save her.

The drugs you gave her caused her to go into cardiac arrest.

She had an idiopathic autoimmune disorder.

She was degenerating and in pain.

Risk was necessary.

And did her actual doctors agree with your assessment?

Her doctors had been trying and failing to diagnose her for years.

They didn't know what they were doing.

My client doesn't mean to say her doctors were incapable.

Yes, I do.

Just that with his extensive credentials and experience...

What I mean to say is, if anyone had a shot at saving Sarah, it was me.

What was I supposed to do?

Sit by and watch?

Your attempt to cure her led directly to her death.

I feel...

no remorse because I know that I did everything I could, down to Sarah's last minute on this earth.

Looks like Ty's back on his corner.

MAYA: Man, this dude has got to be the world's worst drug dealer.

(siren chirping)

Hands where I can see 'em.

Didn't we just arrest you a month ago?

And between you and me, you're my favorite arresting officers ever.

JANKO: All right, you know the drill.

Do you got any needles or anything sharp that's gonna hurt me?


I wouldn't hurt a fly.


looks like we're taking a ride.

Okay, okay, wait!


I got information for you.

Oh, really?

You got a dirty cop in your precinct.

Dirty how?

Five-O has been arresting a lot of people in Elmore's Complex, right?

- Uh-huh.

- Word is, some cop's been taking more money than you've been bragging about.

You're saying a cop is taking money from crime scenes?

- Exactly.

- Get the hell in the car.


What we got?

Danielle Zora, .

Neighbor found her like this.


She had a baggie on her.

Looks like cocaine.

Was she with anyone last night?

Not that we've learned, but we got her roommate downstairs.

Gavin Schlenger.

That him?



Detective Reagan.

My partner Detective Baez.

We understand you live here.


Any idea what Danielle or who she was with?

No, I-I don't have any idea.

Was Danielle a partier at all?

I mean, she like to do drugs?

I mean, not more than the next person, but it wasn't uncommon in our crowd.

What do you mean, your crowd?

We're both artists.

Um, or she was an artist, anyways.

she's, like, the last one I expected to, to take it to that level.

Two more, Jimmy?

You know how I know I'm still an optimist?

No, how?

When I get a message that you're back in town, I don't go, "This can't be good." Uh-huh.

I go, "Oh, good.

Lenny's back." (chuckles)

Well, thanks for coming out, Frankie.

- Sure.

- How's the family?

All good.

Jamie's getting married.

To a cop.






The Lenny I know, that's an opening to bust balls.

No, no, I mean it.

I'm-I'm happy for him.

- Really.

- Thank you.

Thanks, Jimmy.

To family.

To family.


I was contacted by a journalist who's, uh, doing a profile of Joey "The Elephant" Nocerino for The New Yorker. Boy...

there's a name I haven't heard for a while.

Well, that's because the old dirtbag's been locked up for years.

Forgotten but not gone.


What's the story?

Oh, it's another Goodfellas knockoff starring Nocerino as Henry Hill.

Says he remembers everything.

"An Elephant Never Forgets," that's the title of the piece.

Where's this going?

He says I looked the other way on some drug shipments when I was working narcotics back in the ' s.

Says I let some of his rats run.

The writer's got to get your side of the story, right?


What the hell?

I gave my side of the story.

Well, then, what's the problem?

Problem is that what Nocerino told him is true.

Listen, I never crossed the line when we were partners, Frankie.

I swear to God, I never did that.

But I just wanted to...

give you a heads-up, let you get ahead of it.

Protect your house.


say goodbye.

I'm really sorry, Frankie, I'm...

I'm gonna miss...


Well, how about this?

Nocerino is just a washed-up old gangster who's taking his last shot at NYPD from behind bars?

Also true, still not helpful.

The statute of limitations has expired.

Lenny can't be charged.

That's got to be a good thing, right?

He can be charged in the court of public opinion, and so...

And so will I.

You want to start working on your response?

Yes, as soon as that last little spark of optimism in me goes out.

So, what's next?

We find out who's writing the story.

Jeremy Breen.


He's always been fair.

Invite him up.


It'll look like you're trying to strong-arm him, and that'll become part of the story.

Hey, I just want to talk to him.

Invite him up.


You know...

I always kind of knew something might catch up with Lenny-- an old collar where he tuned somebody up, an angry husband who had photographs...


I never saw this coming.

"Sometimes we're blindest to those who are closest to us." Sorry.

I want you to go over every file and report from Lenny's narcotics teams.

- Turn over every stone.

- Yes, boss.

What if you don't like what he finds?


We'll put the stones back.

We know this is a difficult time, but we do need you to answer some questions.

Anything to help you figure out what happened to Danielle.

Did Danielle have a history of drug use?

- Not to my knowledge.

- Do you know what she was doing last night, or who she was with?

She said she was going out celebrating with a friend of hers from the gallery.

Um, Caroline.

And what was she celebrating?

She told me to keep it a secret.

With all due respect, I think the time for secrets has probably passed.


(tearful): Uh, she'd always been broke.

She probably got that gene from me.

But she said she'd just hit her big break, and that all of that was about to change.

Big break, like, she sold some of her work?


Why would that be a secret?

Because the buyer was someone very high profile.

But you don't know who?


Excuse me a second.


Thanks for coming down.

You do realize I have other cases besides yours, right?

I do, and this will be the last time I ask, I promise.

No, it won't be.

Probably not, but what you got?

There was cocaine in her system, but there was also fentanyl.

- Speedball?

- We've been seeing a lot of cocaine laced with this stuff, but this was different.

Different how?

This wasn't a normal speedball.

There was enough fentanyl in her to kill an entire block.

That batch was meant to kill whoever took it.

I have Elaine Peterson.


Elaine, thank you for coming in.

As long as I don't have to see him.

- Good to see you.

- We're just gathering information so you won't have to.

Uh, you and Dr.

Peterson have been split for a while, is that right?

You ever married someone only to find out they were someone else?

- Yes.

- Yes.

Well, I found out my husband was a narcissist.

Who only cared about how brilliant people thought he was.

He was never there for his family.

He was there for Sarah after she got sick.

Yes, after she became another project.

Another emergency where he could step in and save the day.

Instead of accepting what fate had given us, Dr.

DiUbaldo didn't think David's treatments were experiments.


DiUbaldo didn't know a damn thing about what David was doing.

Are you saying that your husband didn't disclose all of his treatments?

Not by half.

And I refused to stay around and watch because I knew how it was all gonna end.

What wasn't he sharing?

God only knows.

God and David.

But what I know is that that disease didn't kill my little girl.

David did.

And I want you to prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law.

Hey, Sarge, you got a minute?

Officer Janko, yes.

I was just wondering if you'd given any more thought to that information that my collar gave us yesterday.

Twitter Ty.

Yeah, I almost recommended him for detective.

Well, when I got him talking in the car, he seemed to know a lot about our operations in those projects.

You don't believe him, do you?

I think it's worth following up.

So you think there could be a dirty cop in our precinct and you and I haven't noticed?

he's onto something?

I think we should at least stop by some of those apartments.

We should?

What if it gets back to the squad that I'm personally investigating them?

Well, it's not great, but...

It would violate the trust that we have.

A trust I've worked hard to gain.

You want them to trust that you'll always look the other way?

Is that the message that you want to send?

No, of course not.

I made the notification to IAB.

And they're gonna look into it?

I don't know.

Eddie, Ty's not really a reliable source.

So we're just gonna let it go?

No, we're gonna leave this with IAB, like we're supposed to.



Can I help you find anything?

No, we're not in the market, but are you Caroline Mason?


We're told that you were with Danielle Zora the night she died.

So awful.

Do you know what happened?

People are saying she overdosed.

Sounds like you don't believe the rumors.

It wasn't that kind of night.

We went to a dive for a couple drinks and then she went home to paint.

Did her painting sessions typically involve cocaine use?

Sometimes she'd work all night and into the next day.

I guess I wouldn't be surprised.

Any idea who she buys her drugs from?

With all her friends, it could've been anyone, but it wasn't me.

Her mother said the two of you were celebrating some kind of big art deal.


What can you tell us about it?

Nothing, legally.

Must be some pretty powerful people involved.

Yeah, and here I thought we were powerful people, too.

I could lose my job, Detectives.

You could lose a hell of a lot more than that, you don't help us.

The buyer was Milton Vance.

He's the most influential collector in the city.

After he buys your work, everybody buys your work.

What kind of money are we talking here?

Potentially hundreds of thousands.

And potentially even more than that now that Danielle's dead.


Now that she's dead, it'll be a literal fortune.

I have Jeremy Breen.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Oh, stop it.

Good to see you, J.B.

- Hey, Garrett.

- This is Commissioner Reagan.

- Ah, Commissioner.

- Mr.


Have a seat.

Thanks for coming in.

Happy to.

So long as this meeting is in good faith,

- like you promised.

- It is.

Hopefully, good faith on both sides.

GARRETT: We just want to know how Lenny Ross is framed in your piece.


he's in it.

How about specifics?

You can get those in the piece when it comes out next week.

Jeremy, help us out.

We just want information, we don't want to undermine you.

I get that, but I reserve the right to spring my own leaks if I choose to.

The New Yorker takes great pride in their fact-checking, and rightly so.

He said, baiting the trap.

Look, all I want to know is, you didn't just take the word of a convicted criminal about ancient and hard-to-check history.

I have it cold.


Lenny Ross himself confirmed all of it.

And Lenny Ross gave me most of it.

What do you mean he gave you?

Information he exchanged with Nocerino.

Tipping off raids, protecting transports.

Things only the cop on that narcotics squad could know.

- He gave you all of that?

- Yes.

Nocerino might be called "The Elephant," but his memory isn't as sharp as it used to be.

He seemed confused a number of times, a number of instances who his cop on the inside was.

I reached out to Lenny, and...

Lenny opened up, he started telling stories all on his own.

He voluntarily confessed?

He said he was amazed it took so long for somebody to ask.

(indistinct chatter)

Doesn't hurt to come down for a visit.

Get some fresh air.

I just wish she would return my calls.

I wish she would return mine, too.



Reagan, I was just about to return your call.

- I'm sure.

- Detective ABETEMARCO, nice to see you again.

I'm great, thanks.

We're waiting for that report on Sarah Peterson.

Sorry, I'm a little behind.

Your brother has me running around the city.

Make him come down here, like you make the rest of us.

Easier said than done.

That's not the only reason why it's taken me longer than usual.

- I wanted to double-check my results.

- Which were?

The original cause of death was complication between medications resulting in a heart attack, but the more in-depth screening you asked for found traces of aconite.

That a type of rock?

Flower, actually, whose extract can cause respiratory failure or cardiac arrest.

Are you saying someone poisoned her?

Someone who knew how to avoid any red flags

- in a toxicology screening.

- Why didn't you call me sooner?

Like I said, I was double-checking.

Let's go, Anthony.


I don't get it.

It's art, Reagan.

You're not supposed to get it.

Well, I get, like, that.

- Do you?

- It's a doughnut.

Yeah, but it's a doughnut with sprinkles.

Makes it better.

(clears throat)

- He's ready for you.

- Mm.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Detectives, it's been a busy day.

No worries.

We've just been admiring the wallpaper.

Yes, well, if we could get on with it.

You recently purchased work from a young artist, Danielle Zora.

She passed away a few days ago.

It's absolutely tragic.

She was a singular talent.

Now that she's dead, her work will be in higher demand.


And your holdings will significantly increase in value.

If I understand what you're implying...

(laughing): that's absolutely absurd.

- Is it?

- You think I'd kill an artist to increase the value of their work?

Uh, who else do you know that purchased Danielle's work?

Only those involved in the transaction.

Any of those people purchase her art since then?

Until the deal is made public, that would be a form of insider trading.

Well, somebody put you on to her work in the first place.

I mean, there's no way you'd be slumming around a gallery like that.

My friend's son is an aspiring artist.

I agreed to look at his collection as a favor, but it was a poor imitation of the real thing, but he had some other works.



As soon as I saw them, I knew.

This friend of yours, was their last name Schlenger?

How did you know?

Well, that's a whole different art form.

Let's go.

I wish I could, but I can't, okay?

I'm sorry.

Everything okay?


Maya, you know you can talk to me, right?

It's Will, he wants to join this basketball team.

They travel across the country.

I mean, a lot of kids get recruited from it.

Problem is it costs $ , to sign up, and it's $ , I don't have.


Maybe we can organize a racket at the precinct.

I'm sure people will want to help.

But I don't want charity.

Janko, just forget I said anything, okay?

DISPATCHER: Two-Nine Charlie.

You have a - at the Elmore Complex.

Be advised, neighbor states possible past burglary at the location.

Please check and advise.

Two-Nine Charlie.

On it.

(engine starts, siren wails)

(tires screech)

(indistinct arguing in distance)

Police coming in.

Doesn't look like the perp took much, did they?

Looks like a drug spot to me.

I'm gonna check the back.

You got something?

You were right to follow up with us, Sergeant.

What is it?


Marked bills.

Right pocket.

We can't move on her until she spends the money, deposits at the bank, or takes it home, and we have to show that she has no intentions of vouchering it as evidence.

What if she does turn it in?

Then no harm, no foul.


I can notify her partner, tell her to keep eyes out.

Absolutely not.

Look, as I've stated in the beginning, no one can know about this, okay?

We cannot risk having someone tip her off.

Her partner wouldn't.

You know that for sure?

Sergeant, the only reason I'm looping you in on this is because of your dogged persistence in getting us to follow up on that tip.

Now, your instincts were right, but don't make me regret this.

Everything okay?


Who was that?

Just a friend from, from the neighborhood.

A friend?

Well, you look like you've seen a ghost.

Yeah, it's just been a stressful day, I guess.

Thought you were working on the desk.

Yeah, it's been endless paperwork.

I better get back to it.

Your daughter was poisoned with a substance called aconite that resulted in cardiac arrest.

Well, my client doesn't know anything about that.

Yes, I do.

Because I administered it.

And the manslaughter charge just got bumped up to murder.

I told you, I did everything I could for Sarah, down to her last minute on this earth.

I stand by that.

So you euthanized her?


You realize euthanasia is illegal in the state of New York?

I did what was right, not what was legal.

Try to imagine how bad it was that I was driven to that choice.

I can't imagine giving up on my daughter, no matter how hard it got.

You think I gave up on her?

I fought with everything I could.

I fought every single day for Sarah.

But it only got worse.

It didn't give you the right to kill her.

It wasn't my right, it was hers.

She begged me to end it.

I've been in medicine for many years.

And through it all...

I've never seen anyone suffer...

like she did.

And you can't know what that's like.

No, I can't.

But maybe your wife can.

Elaine is the one who gave up, who ran away.

She's still her mother.

And she wants you prosecuted.

For murder.



I'm done fighting, A.D.A. Reagan.

I'll plead to whatever you think is right.

I already have to live with the weight of my actions.

Whatever sentence you give me will be nothing by comparison.

Two things.

Fire away.

What are you doing in New York?

That's a thing?

I'm from here.

Well, you hardly ever come north from Florida anymore, especially in the winter.

I got a cheap airfare, what can I say?

Or are you making your last rounds before that story comes out?

Saying your goodbyes to the old friends and the joints so that when that story comes out and you're gone, everybody says, "How about that Lenny?

"He managed to squeeze in one last party, "one last poker game, one last roll in the hay before we found out he was a..." what?


You give me too much credit, Frankie.

No, I think it's just the opposite.

(chuckles): I...

I'm not sure I give you enough credit.

Uh, now I'm confused.

You timed this so that everybody who means anything to you, including me, would have to conclude that everything in that story is all true, which would be why Lenny wouldn't show his face anymore.

I talked to Jeremy Breen, and he said...

Lenny, he said you confessed voluntarily.

Maybe I realized that my conscience was bothering me more than I thought it was.

That ain't it.

Yeah, it is, so let it go, Frank.

What's this?

The news, May , .

You made page four.

You pulled a woman from a burning building in Queens at the same time and in a different borough from where you said you were meeting with Nocerino.

So I screwed up a date?

Big deal.

We also found about a half a dozen other similar discrepancies.

Are you telling me you remember the exact time and place, every move you made years ago?

Give me a break.

If I was gonna go on the record with it, I'd sure want to...

Well, you're not, so let it be.

Cut the crap.

What the hell's going on here?

(laughs): You know, only you could make a nice table in a nice restaurant feel like the hot seat in a precinct house.

Lenny, talk to me.

I am talking to you, Frank.

Let it be.

Let it go.


Is it normal to be in here?

Sorry, our luxury suite was unavailable.

Can we get you a cup of coffee or something?

Coffee would be great, thanks.

Actually-- sorry, do you have, um, do you have almond milk?

I'll see what I can find.

So why am I here, Detective?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Look, I appreciate you volunteering to come down.

You seem like a nice guy, so I'm gonna be very honest with you.

We think that the drugs Danielle had were poisoned.

Poisoned, like somebody murdered her?


Now, we also know that you were involved in the sale of Danielle's artwork to, uh, Milton Vance.

I've known him since I was a kid.

He and my dad are on the board of the Met together.

So you should also know, then, that whoever owns that artwork stands to make a, a lot of money, especially now that she's dead.

Well, I mean, I-I hate to play this card, but, like, money's the one thing I don't need.

(laughs): Oh, I...

trust me, I know that.


I was wondering if you could help us figure out who might need the money.

And who might have a motive.

I mean, well, come to think of it, actually, we have this friend Caroline.

- Mm-hmm.

- She works at the gallery, she's an aspiring artist.

She's really been struggling to get by.

We met Caroline.

She, uh...


ironically was partying with Danielle the night she was poisoned.

That's interesting.

Okay, so Caroline works at the gallery, watching all these artists come and go, selling their works, striking it rich.

That's probably very frustrating.


It must be.

Seeing all these other struggling artists striking it rich right in front of her face.

Yeah, becoming celebrities overnight 'cause of someone like Vance.

Vance, I mean, what the hell does that guy know?

Well, not as much as people think.


Especially if he thinks that Danielle's art is actually any good.

Because between you and me, I thought it was...

(blows raspberry)

Well, I mean, you know, she stole half of her ideas from me, anyways.

So you're saying she's not only a second-rate artist, she was a fraud?

Yeah, and Vance couldn't even see that.

So, Caroline, she was jealous, she was passed up by Vance, she desperately needed the money, so she goes out to "party" with Danielle, and instead of partying with her, she actually poisons her drugs with, what was it?

- Fentanyl.

- Fentanyl, right.

Got to say, I think it makes sense...

Thank you so much.

...that you are the one who killed Danielle.

Because I never told you that it was fentanyl that she was poisoned with.

Well, fentanyl was a guess.


That's interesting, 'cause I have a guess, too.

That you are gonna be spending the rest of your life in prison.

Uh, I think I want to have my lawyer here for the rest of this.

Oh, I think you're gonna need one.

Maya Thomas.


Step forward, please.

Present your firearm for inspection.

Officer Thomas, I'm Lieutenant McDonnell of IAB.

You're under arrest for grand larceny, criminal possession of stolen property for stealing cash.

IAB executed a search warrant at Officer Thomas's apartment this morning.

There they found marked bills from a recent crime scene along with a bank deposit slip, indicating her intent to keep it for personal use.

(officers murmuring)


Officer Thomas's actions are a stain on the reputation of every officer in this department.

And like her, anyone in this precinct caught violating the law will be held to its highest standard.

Without fail and without exception.

Officer Tedesco, patrol post six, meal.

You were investigating this whole time?

IAB was.

I followed up with them after we had our conversation, got 'em to take a closer look.

Then why didn't you tell me?

'Cause I couldn't tell anyone, Eddie.

She was my partner.

I couldn't risk you tipping her off, even unintentionally.

You don't trust me?

- Of course I trust you.

- Well, then I don't understand why you didn't just say something.

I have a responsibility to the job, Eddie.

We have talked about this.

It's separation of church and state.

I just didn't think that that meant lying to me.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I wish there'd been another way.

She was having money problems.

If I had offered to help her sooner...

That's on her, Eddie, not you.

If I hadn't pushed you to follow up on that tip...

There'd still be a dirty cop in our precinct.

You did the right thing.

Has A.D.A.

Reagan decided what she's charging?

I never know what goes on in that pretty head of hers, and I prefer to keep it that way.

PETERSON: What's she doing here?



I thought it would be beneficial to everyone if we discuss the next step together.

You mean if we discussed locking me up for murder.

It's what you deserve.

I know you're both in a lot of pain.

But maybe you're a little more angry at the world than you are at each other.

He killed our daughter.


I did.

I tried everything I could think of, Elaine.

Things were only getting worse.

They were getting worse because of you!

That god you started praying to?

He believes in mercy, doesn't he?

Murder isn't mercy.

(crying): She...

begged me, Elaine.

It doesn't matter.

I can't forgive you for this.

I'd never ask you to.

It was the most horrible moment of my life.

I'm glad you didn't have to share it.

ERIN: I think it might be important to ask: what would your daughter want?

Would she want her father to be locked up for the rest of his life?


No, she wouldn't.

She was too kind a soul.

I can't forgive you.

But God does believe in mercy.

I will be charging you with manslaughter and recommending probation to the judge.

With no jail time.

(bell jingles)

The hell is this?


No, I don't want coffee.

And, yeah, I know what block we're on, and, yeah, I knew him.

I know you did.

He was on your narcotics squad.

He also did a little business on the side for Nocerino.

Well, you know so damn much, what do you need me here for?

To tell me why.


It's better you're in the dark.

Doesn't work that way.

Not your call.


Who was he to you, Lenny?

Don't do this.

I have to.

Frank, look at me.

There is nothing, nothing you can do about this.

For once in your life, please just take some of my advice.


You know me.

I suck at that.


And I know you.

You were a lot of things to cover the kids' ears about, but you were not a dirty cop.

You know what your problem is?


You want to believe in the good in your people.

That's your blind spot, Frank.

Well, I wasn't blind about this, was I?

We were friends.

And I was close to the family as well.

It was tough when he died, especially for Susan, his widow.

She was left with two boys to raise.

So I tried to be around, help out with them, comfort her.

One thing led to another, and she and I started to have, you know.

I know it was wrong-- I knew it back then.

That's, that's why I ended it.

And that's when you moved to Florida.


And then, when this...


reporter came to me, I, I just couldn't bring myself to rat out Mike.

Not to protect his memory, but, but to protect Susan.

You cannot take the fall for this, Lenny.

Frank, there's nothing you can do about this.

I mean, okay, you could hold a second ceremony, take down that sign up there.

Tell Susan and the boys that their fallen hero was just another dirty cop.

You could do that.

It would be the truth.

Yeah, but you still won't do it.

Frank, there's nothing you can do.

And I'm sorry, I know you suck at that, too.

Press is gonna hound you, you know that.

And you will probably lose your pension.

I know.

And you can't come around anymore.

I know how it'll be, Frank.

I'll see you, Frankie.

Aw, come on.

BOTH: Not if I see you first.

(bell jingles)

I know we just said grace, but I just want to say how blessed I feel to be part of this family.

You feeling okay?

Yeah, will you check her forehead?

Do it and I fork you.

Let's keep it civil.

Hey, I own that.

Well, we own it.

And you're all warm and fuzzy, why?

I can't say I'm grateful just because?

ALL: No.

Apparently not.


I had a case this week where the two parents were torn apart because of their daughter's illness.

And it just made me realize how strong this family stayed in spite of all the loss we endured.

Maybe she does have a heart.

That'd be a stretch.

Will you whack them for me, please?


NICKY: Well, thanks for that, Mom.

I feel the same way.

Yeah, and I think it's a good idea to say it out loud once in a while, kind of like a version of "stop and smell the roses."

DANNY: Except our version would be "stop and count the survivors." (soft laughter)

You take what you can get.

Well, we had our own loss this week.

Uh, turns out that my partner was pocketing money from crime scenes.


IAB arrested her on Friday.

At roll call, from what I heard.


In front of all of her fellow officers?

- Mm-hmm.

- DANNY: Wow.


That's pretty harsh.

I call it necessary roughness.

Sends a message: one strike, you're out.

Your uncle did exactly the right thing.

DANNY: You have any idea what she was up to?

You mean, was I protecting her?

No, that's not what I meant.

I think I know you a little bit better than that.

I had no idea.

A-And, I-I mean, I wasn't looking for it either, so I probably missed some of the red flags.

And maybe I could have done something to...

All right, Maya's not on you, Eddie.

It's not like you ratted her out.

Well, when you know a cop's dirty, it's technically not called ratting them out if you speak up.

It's called protecting the other , cops.

HENRY: Just don't rat on another Reagan.

That's the only rule.

Even to another Reagan?

Well, that's not ratting, that's just collective bargaining.

No, that's payback.



Tough love.