- What do we got?
- -year-old, DOA.
Female Black identified as Kayla Martin.
Lived in A.
Super found her this morning.
Any idea when she ended up here?
Super says she wasn't here when he dumped the garbage at : p.m., so it had to be sometime overnight.
Okay.
And there's something else.
One of the neighbors said the victim recently transitioned.
Transitioned?
- What do you mean, male to female?
- Yes.
She was transgender.
♪ ABETEMARCO: This case dropped on my desk this morning.
Local g*ng robbed a shoe store last night.
Robbery with a side of as*ault.
Actually, that was the perp taking the b*ating.
Then who's the tough guy in the hat?
Devin Brooks... member of the Urban Defenders Safety Patrol.
Which clearly doesn't include safety for the guy he's b*ating.
Witnesses say it was the perp that threw the first punch.
And Mr. Brooks had the right to defend himself until there was no longer a thr*at.
How's the victim?
Perp is in the hospital.
Broken face, internal bleeding.
And you're okay with all this?
No.
But him and his scumbag pals were looting the place, throwing punches.
I guess they found out there are no free Jordans.
It doesn't work that way, and you know it.
Cop takes a punch and does what Brooks did, he's doing his job.
A T-shirt and a funny hat does not make you a cop, and it certainly doesn't give you the right to use somebody else's head as a punching bag.
I agree.
But the Urban Defenders do a lot of good in this city.
I'm just saying.
Fine.
I will meet with Mr. Brooks and then decide whether to charge him.
Happy?
Delirious.
JANKO: What's going on?
Got complaints about these guys drinking and harassing pedestrians...
Not the first time.
All right, you're disturbing the peace.
Take off, or you're all going in for disorderly conduct.
Must be a slow day in pig city, huh?
What's your name, smart-ass?
Oh, hi, baby.
Looking good.
- Watch your mouth.
- Oh.
Ooh...
(LAUGHING): I made her girlfriend mad.
Ha.
At least I got one.
- You got a big mouth, bitch.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
JANKO: Hey!
Put your hands behind your back.
- Stop fighting us.
- (LAUGHS)
- Got him?
- Yep.
Okay.
- Stay down.
- All right.
Tommy Simms.
You just made a big mistake, Tommy.
Roll over.
Come on, get on your knees... you've done this before, I'm sure.
Like throwing sucker punches, you little prick?
- JANKO: Hey, don't do it!
- WITTEN: He's got it coming, Eddie.
Damn right he does!
Hey, it's wrong.
Hey!
JANKO: Hey!
Don't do it.
It's not right.
Stop!
We got company.
You just got real lucky.
- Let's go.
- (LAUGHS)
When?
This afternoon.
If I return their calls, would that buy some time?
Only if you have absolute proof the reports
- are in error.
- Going back to the mid-' s?
How am I gonna do that?
- Exactly.
- Aw, man, man.
Man, oh, man.
I'm so sorry, Sid.
Just between us, do you think the reports are accurate?
No!
No.
But do they have some truth?
Probably.
And nowadays that's enough to hang you, you're a veteran cop.
(TAKES DEEP BREATH)
Tell Frank?
Mr. Corleone is a man who insists on hearing bad news immediately.
So yeah, let's tell him.
GARRETT: The Daily News did a deep dive into every single NYPD disciplinary record made public.
I knew unsealing those records was gonna be a disaster.
- We all did.
- GARRETT: But it was allowed, and there's no going back.
Their reporting focuses on excessive force complaints against one particular cop with over years of service.
That would be Sid?
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
- When?
- GARRETT: Online today; In print tomorrow.
How bad?
They wouldn't share.
(SIGHS): Look, we vetted you under some pretty hot lights before we raised you up here.
I can't imagine we missed anything important.
But the lights are different now.
Well, one thing's still the same.
I got your back.
♪ Thank you.
(CHUCKLES): Hi.
Hi.
Uh, Detective Reagan.
This is my partner, Detective Baez.
- Do you have a moment for a word?
- About what?
Um, your friend Kayla.
Uh...
She hasn't been answering my texts.
I-Is she okay?
Unfortunately, no.
Her body was discovered outside of her building this morning.
Oh, my God.
(EXHALES)
Oh, my God.
You were her last contact.
God, this is my fault.
What are you talking about?
I dragged Kayla out to a bar last night.
They were hosting a trans night, and-and sh-she didn't want to go.
You went with her?
Kayla was in the process of her transition, and I just wanted her to...
cut loose a little, have some fun.
Did she?
She-she met a guy.
You got a name for us?
No, I-I didn't meet him.
Brown hair, uh, athletic, maybe six feet tall, in his s.
And she left with this guy?
(QUIETLY): Yeah.
I encouraged her.
I'm such an idiot.
It's not your fault.
(CRIES, SNIFFLES)
Was he trans?
(SNIFFLES)
No.
But...
most of us don't wear signs around our necks.
I promise you we'll do all we can to find this guy.
Uncle Brian's Bar.
Broome and Bowery.
If you think of anything else, please don't hesitate to call, okay?
Very sorry for your loss.
JANKO: Who takes a swing at a cop in broad daylight,
- surrounded by other cops?
- Yeah.
I was hoping we left that crap in the rearview mirror
- along with .
- (SIGHS)
Thank God he is behind bars now.
Expedited to arraignment.
What?
Judge released him ROR.
That's a joke.
- Yeah.
A bad one.
- I bet if he'd slugged a judge, Simms would be in jail right now.
Next time he screws up, we'll take him down.
Count on it.
Thank you for coming in, Mr. Brooks.
Am I being charged with a crime?
- Not yet.
- All right, I'm glad to hear that.
'Cause, to be honest, Ms. Reagan, I don't think I did anything wrong.
You put a man in the hospital, Mr. Brooks.
I defended myself.
The video shows you doing a lot more than that.
Look, I was scared.
I didn't know if he had a w*apon.
So you're saying you feared for your life?
Yeah.
It's a scary situation.
Which you chose to put yourself in.
Yeah, I chose to put myself in harm's way to keep innocent people safe.
And that's exactly what I did last night.
You have martial arts training, Mr. Brooks?
I'm a third-degree black belt.
But karate's a defensive discipline.
I saw a lot of offense on the surveillance video.
I risked my life to protect that store.
Which is admirable.
But the laws still apply here.
Look, I get it.
You have a job to do.
But that guy att*cked me while committing a crime, and he paid the price.
I'm not the bad guy here.
He is.
- (CHUCKLING)
- (SIREN WHOOPING)
(ENGINE TURNS OFF)
Yo!
It's the two little piggies.
(SNORTING)
- Y'all missed me, huh?
- Yeah...
We're here to talk to Tommy.
The rest of you can take off.
Aw.
(CHUCKLING)
Get out of here now.
(CHUCKLES)
They're serious.
Yeah.
You know, even a box of rocks knows you can't go around punching police officers.
Hey, I don't know.
You could've fooled me.
You think you're a badass, huh?
'Cause you sucker punched a cop?
You better back off.
Or what, you'll take a swing at me?
- Rachel.
- Come on.
Give me your best sh*t.
- Go ahead, Tommy.
- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)
First one's free.
We sh... we should take off.
No?
(SIREN CHIRPING)
(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)
Is your dad here?
You arresting that man, Officer?
No, Sergeant.
(SNIFFS)
What are you doing here?
Heard this job come over the air.
Get out of here.
You just got real lucky.
Anytime.
The hell was that?
We got a call that clown was back at it.
So you decided to call him out?
I was just talking to him.
That's not what I saw.
(SIMMS LAUGHING IN DISTANCE)
We don't do revenge.
Understood?
- Yes, Sergeant.
- Yeah.
He breaks the law, you collar him.
Otherwise, let's get back to work.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Scuse me.
Detective Reagan.
This is my partner, Detective Baez.
Were you working here last night?
I'm always working.
Though I'm sure I could get some time off if a handsome detective wanted to cuff me up and take me down to the station.
Thank you, but that won't be necessary.
Too bad.
We have reason to believe that a young woman was m*rder*d by someone she left here with last night.
(SIGHS)
My God, it never stops.
We'd like to see your security camera footage and credit card receipts, please.
I'm sorry.
We don't have cameras here.
And this is a cash-only establishment.
- Oh.
- Our clientele values their privacy.
- Right.
- Well, do you remember serving a guy with brown hair in his s?
Lips here's kidding, right?
A million faces pass through this place, none as pretty as your partner's.
Will you cut it out?
We are trying to solve a m*rder here, one that could've happened in your bar.
Look, Missy, I've been dealing with this kind of crap for years.
Call me jaded, but I know these cases never get solved.
- Let's get out of here.
- Okay.
If you remember anything, give us a call, okay?
Thanks.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Well, that was something else.
What's going on with you?
Something bothering you about this case?
What?
No.
You sure about that?
(SIGHS)
All right, look.
I'm not judging anyone.
I...
I've just never been around it, so I just don't really get the whole transgender thing.
You don't have to get it, yet.
What we have to get is a m*rder*r.
Yeah, I don't need you to tell me that.
Good.
Well, let's get a canvass going.
Okay?
'Cause somebody, or some camera, saw those two leave this bar together.
- All right.
- Okay.
He'll see you now.
Thank you.
Mr.
Mayor.
Morning.
I'm no easier to get rid of if I'm standing.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
But let's cut through the part where flags wave and music swells.
Been a while.
I've missed our little chats.
Hmm.
So...
Lieutenant Gormley stays.
Lieutenant Gormley goes.
I've read the complaints.
Not the briefing, the actual complaints.
Accusations from decades ago.
Roughing up a mother of five in front of her kids?
A career criminal with a rap sheet that would make your toes curl.
Handcuffing a minor to the bumper of a radio car.
To chase down the crew who b*at a senior within an inch of his life.
We could play this all morning, but we're not gonna.
(SIGHS)
Mr. Mayor...
You need to look at the context of each complaint.
Actually, I don't.
I need to look at them the way the public does, the city council does.
Then you're not doing your job.
Nobody's gonna look at them like you do, okay?
They will if you lead.
Right now I need to lead you, to embracing the fact that these kinds of stains don't come out with time or excuses.
Each one was investigated and no wrongdoing was found.
But somebody somewhere in your department didn't think to shred 'em?
(CHUCKLES)
That's not the way it's done.
Then that's on you guys.
Your predecessor at One PP.
Whoever.
Who it's not on is me.
That's the alternative?
We failed to cover it up?
Look, I get that it's your guy. One of my , guys.
Well, this guy's in the news, and not for catching the baby fell out the window.
You lost me.
Okay.
Simply put...
let him go and move on.
Or?
You really want me to spell it out?
Okay.
You're good at policing, but you don't play well with others.
At some point, the latter outweighs the former, and that point's right around the corner.
Are we clear?
I am.
Can't speak for you.
Detective Reagan?
Hey, uh, Ashley.
Um, what's going on?
You tell me.
Any updates on the case?
We still haven't tracked down the guy from the bar.
Well, try harder; Someone must have seen something.
I agree.
We're doing our best.
Maybe you are, but what about your partner?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means most cops don't give a damn when trans women are m*rder*d.
Well, this cop does.
And I can assure you, my partner and I are treating this case like every other case.
That's exactly the problem.
This isn't like every other case.
What I mean is we're treating it with the utmost respect.
- It is a hate crime.
- We don't know that.
Guy picks up a transgender woman at a bar, strangles here to death.
What would you call that?
Right now, we don't know all the facts.
You want a fact?
All right, here's one for you.
How about transgender people have a m*rder rate seven times higher than the general population.
- Is that enough for you?
- I know that.
Do you know what it's like to wake up every single day and fear for your life, constantly encountering people who hate you for simply existing?
No, I don't know the hate you feel.
I'm a cop.
I mean, we're hated in a whole different way.
Are you kidding me?
Excuse me, cops have g*ns.
You-you have the law on your side.
The transgender people m*rder*d last year, they-they had none of that.
All we've got is each other, which is why I am here.
Fair enough.
Look...
(SIGHS)
We have nobody who saw them leave the bar.
Now, it may take a while, but would you be willing to sit down with Detective Baez and go through the footage, see what you can see?
Maybe it'll help.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Mr. Ward.
Thanks for seeing me.
I assume you're here to discuss Devin Brooks?
Devin's a good kid.
Like all my people, dedicated to keeping the peace.
He also b*at a man half to death.
Eh, the lowlife will live.
Maybe it knocked some sense into him.
I'm concerned that Mr. Brooks took it too far.
They're called Defenders for a reason.
Devin didn't start this.
Well, he definitely ended it.
Would you prefer it was my guy in the hospital?
I did not say that.
We don't look for trouble, Erin.
We're nonviolent, we don't carry weapons.
One could argue that Mr. Brooks' martial arts training makes him a w*apon.
This punk came after him.
You're up here in this nice, safe office.
On the street, you've got to react.
Well, his reaction looks a lot like as*ault.
You're from a cop family.
I know your old man, your grandfather.
The Reagans are all about upholding the law.
The-the Defenders share that mission.
And I appreciate that.
But your people are subject to the same laws they seek to defend.
Look, I don't need a lecture from you, okay?
I've been helping defend this city for years.
- I understand.
- Which means that I got years' worth of goodwill in high places.
Well, you are welcome to call anyone you wish, Mr. Ward.
In the meantime, I intend to charge Mr. Brooks.
We'll see.
We'll see about that.
You see anyone?
Not yet.
Look, you don't have to be here.
We'll just give you a call if we come up with something.
That's what you really want, right?
For me to disappear.
I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
I see the way you look at me.
Uh, look, I'm just trying to do my job.
And I'm trying to find the bastard who k*lled my best friend.
I'm here for her, not you.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Find anything?
- Nothing yet.
I may have.
There was a trans woman named Marie k*lled a few months ago.
You know anything about that?
Marie Adams.
I went to her vigil.
That case could possibly help our investigation, but we have no NYPD record of it.
That can't be right.
- Did you check her deadname?
- Her what?
Her birth name, her name before she transitioned.
Everything on the Internet refers to her as Marie.
I don't think she was officially transitioned on paper, so her death might not be listed under Marie.
BAEZ: Do you happen to know her deadname?
I think it was Mark.
(TYPING)
Got a hit.
Mark Adams.
Strangled to death a few months ago.
- Who caught the case?
- Detective Pete Castellano.
Pete Castellano.
Okay.
We're gonna have to pay Pete a little visit.
Oh.
Governor.
- Come in, Erin.
- Counselor.
Heard you were in the building.
Good news travels fast.
You may as well join us.
Something tells me you're both here for the same reason.
Devin Brooks?
Or as I call him, the Good Samaritan.
Oh, do you have a personal connection to the case?
You mean in a Reagan kind of way?
In a vested interest kind of way.
Let's just say I'm a big fan of Urban Defenders.
They make the city a safer place, and I dig the hats.
This is about an individual who committed a violent felony.
So you're suggesting we charge Mr. Brooks?
Yes.
The evidence is clear.
Far be it from me to interfere in D.A. business, but the way I see it, this guy's a hero.
To vigilantes everywhere.
To be fair, he was att*cked.
In my neighborhood, growing up, if you started a fight and got your ass kicked, it's called "got what's coming to you." I don't remember that clause in the statutes.
Well, my polling is running ten to one in Brooks' favor.
We don't charge people based on polling.
Do I have that right?
- It's a complicated case.
- Is it?
And I'll need to study the file before I make my decision.
Absolutely.
We need to get this one right.
What's wrong?
I just went to Crawford's office to make the Brooks case, and the governor b*at me to it.
What's he got to do with this?
I have no idea, but he made it clear he doesn't want the guy charged.
- And what'd Crawford say?
- She played Switzerland.
But I could tell she was gonna lean his way.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Give me a break.
You wanted Brooks to skate on this from the beginning.
I just thought you were being kind of rough on him.
Now I'm not so sure.
Why?
What happened?
I made a few calls.
Brooks isn't just into karate, he did some MMA fighting at a gym in Brooklyn.
Real bloody stuff.
Harsh, but not illegal.
During his last match, he put his opponent in a choke hold.
Guy tapped out.
Brooks wouldn't release him.
It took the ref and two other guys to pull him off.
Any charges filed?
It's the MMA.
They don't call the cops unless somebody d*ed.
Well, somebody could have in that gym or outside that store.
You were right.
Brooks is a time b*mb.
Just a matter of time before he goes off again.
Castellano.
- What's up, Reagan?
- You caught a, uh, homicide a few months back, a Marie Adams.
Yeah, the trannie.
What about it?
The transgender woman.
Where are you on the case?
Oh, come on, man.
You ever worked one of these cases?
They don't have family, no loved ones, nothing but dead ends.
What's it to you anyway?
We're working a transgender homicide in the same neighborhood, and they may be connected.
So?
So while you were sitting around doing squat, another innocent woman was m*rder*d.
You got some balls.
All right, knock it off.
Where's the case file?
Yeah?
If you're so hot for it...
(DRAWER OPENS)
(DRAWER CLOSES)
...it's all yours.
Knock yourselves out.
- We're just doing our job.
- Yeah.
The one we all signed up for.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You got a minute?
Sure.
Hey, Sid.
Boss.
(CLOSES LAPTOP)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Boy, when it rains, it pours, huh?
Taking it as it comes.
You know me.
But what comes lately...
Is landing on Sheila.
The phone won't stop ringing, and she says they all sound like they're sorry I d*ed.
Yeah, a thing like this takes a toll we wish could land just on us, but...
Have you explained the situation to her?
And say what?
That you didn't do anything wrong.
Boss, you and me could read it like that, but for the rest of the world, it just sounds like whining.
Anyway, I didn't come up here to cry in my beer.
I know this creates a big problem for you.
Nothing I can't handle.
Just hear me out, okay?
A big problem in a year overflowing with them.
The problem here is not you.
Facts do not cease to exist just 'cause some people choose to ignore them.
- Boss, come on, will ya?
- What?
The fact that we can't ignore here is I got to go.
That's what the mayor wants, and you know, he's right.
I run this department.
And you've done a hell of a lot for me, and I got nothing, nothing but gratitude.
But let's both be smart here.
I had a good run, boss.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Jamie was pretty mad, huh?
He'll get over it.
I didn't mean to jam you up.
It's just that prick Simms really pissed me off.
I get it.
(SIGHS)
When I came on the job, cop haters like Simms were pretty rare.
Now they're a dime a dozen.
It's definitely no fun to feel like we're the enemy.
I mean, I know there's blame on both sides, but it just feels like there's no trust anymore.
I just don't know what to do about it.
We'll figure it out tomorrow.
(SIGHS): Yeah.
(KEYS JINGLE)
I said tomorrow.
WITTEN: Eddie!
Tell your girlfriend she's next.
Eddie, you okay?
Yeah.
I think-think so.
Sarge, it's Witten.
Janko's been assaulted in front of the precinct.
Suspect Tommy Simms fleeing north on Chester.
Come on.
Come on, we're gonna get you to the ER, okay?
Yeah.
What's up?
Well, it turns out Marie and Kayla's murders have a very similar M.O.
So you think it's the same guy?
Well, Marie frequented the bar that you took Kayla to, and her last texts were about going to trans night also.
There's another trans night on Tuesday.
And we're gonna have an undercover cop there.
An undercover cop?
As in, what, Danny Reagan in drag?
No.
Somebody who's trained to do the job.
Whoever you send will get spotted before they order a drink.
You don't know that.
I'll do it.
No.
Forget it.
Who can do this better than me?
It's not your world, it's my world.
And I'm the one who's seen the guy.
I get that, but being a cop is my world, and I'm the one who's seen how dangerous this can be.
I'm gonna be at that bar when this guy shows up, with or without your help.
Okay.
Okay.
But you got to do it my way and you got to do what I say.
Just don't tell my friends I'm working with the cops, okay?
I've got a reputation to protect.
Okay.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey.
(EXHALES)
You're just sitting around, having a beer with all your friends?
What's up?
Heard about Eddie.
Want to talk about it?
No.
You feel like you put her in harm's way?
I don't think I did, I know I did.
She's a cop.
She knows the risks.
Right?
And I'm her supervisor.
When this guy got cut loose, I should've handled it myself.
Well, you're a boss now.
And even if you weren't, that's not how you roll.
Well, maybe it should be.
Pop taught us, the number one unwritten rule of the NYPD...
We take care of our own.
Yeah.
Same goes for family.
Okay, so you hit a daily double on this one.
That's all the more reason you got to be careful.
And if it was Linda...
this guy went after, what would you do?
In the old days, I would've thrown him off a roof.
Exactly.
Okay, well, this ain't the old days.
Times change.
So, this is Danny Reagan counseling restraint?
Uh...
(SIGHS)
Look, if I'm honest, I don't know what I would do.
But I know what you should do.
Don't make it personal.
It already is.
Where is she?
She's coming.
So is Christmas.
Yeah, the food's getting really cold.
Is she on her way?
Yeah.
She has a thing.
She's...
Well, we got a thing, too.
Dinner.
Yeah.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- Finally.
- Okay.
DANNY: Gosh.
Hey, everyone.
I'm sorry that I'm late.
Holy crap.
That's the thing.
That's more than a thing.
Boy, the incident report didn't do that justice.
There was no justice to be found, Dad.
He was out on bail for sucker punching another cop.
Out on bail?
Can you explain how the hell that makes any sense?
ERIN: It doesn't.
And I didn't write the new bail laws, and I certainly don't agree with them.
No, you just enforce it.
Because it's her job.
ERIN: I can understand why you're upset.
- I would be upset...
- HENRY: Because it's dead wrong.
- I know...
- Guys, can we just not?
I'm...
It took a lot for me to just leave the house looking like this.
I really don't want to talk about it and...
absolutely do not want to argue about how it came to happen.
Sorry, Eddie.
It's just that collateral damage from our work doesn't often make a personal appearance at this table.
Didn't mean to make you upset.
Oh, I know.
Sorry.
Have you tried tea bags to take down the swelling?
- Uh, no.
- You don't need tea bags, you need a piece of raw steak.
That's what makes the swelling go down.
DANNY: No, in it did, Gramps.
What you need is four aspirin and a bag of frozen peas.
minutes on, minutes off.
Or all of the above, plus time.
SEAN: Well, I think that you look like Uma Thurman from k*ll Bill. Even though she was all b*at up, she was still really hot.
Did you just call your aunt "hot"?
I meant it as a compliment.
I took it as one.
And it was a really nice one.
One of the best I've had in a long time, so thank you, Sean.
Can you eat?
My jaw's a little sore, but I could still have mashed potatoes.
Hey, can I say grace?
Sure.
Okay.
Bless us, O Lord...
ALL: ...and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive...
- DCPI Moore is...
- Bring it.
- Mr. Mayor.
- Garrett.
Do you know Lieutenant Gormley?
Only by reputation.
Thanks for seeing us, Your Honor.
Frank put you up to this?
He doesn't know we're here.
This will only take a moment.
And why are you here?
I know what you told him to do and I agree, there's no other option.
It was nothing personal.
And I'm gonna go quietly.
I just got one last request.
Okay, sh**t.
I'm not saying I'm so great, but when I get the a*, it's gonna cause a crisis of morale among our cops.
And if you want to bring this city back together, you need to pick up your end of this.
Which is?
Never waste a good crisis.
Take the mic, say something to unite us and inspire the men and women to keep going.
Something good's got to come out of this.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
BAKER: That is the last of them.
Thank you, Baker.
Any luck?
Don't believe in it.
- You don't?
- Nope.
You make your own luck by being prepared.
Can I ask, what are you looking for?
Balance, perspective...
...fairness.
In civilian complaint reports.
Yes.
So, looking for luck in all the wrong places.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Probably.
More coffee?
I'm good, thanks.
Have Garrett call a press conference.
The mayor needs to be there.
I can do that.
And Lieutenant Gormley.
Thank you, Baker.
Good night, sir.
(QUIETLY): I'm here to see the governor.
Give us a minute, guys.
I'd offer you some branzino, but I'm guessing this isn't a social visit.
Devin Brooks should be charged with as*ault in the first degree.
The rosemary vinaigrette on this fish?
Sensational.
Okay, look.
Did Brooks go too far?
Maybe.
But the kid he tuned up is gonna make a full recovery.
He suffered serious physical injury.
Without immediate medical care, he could've d*ed.
The kid's a thug.
You can bet he'll pay for his damn sneakers next time.
You knew I was handling this case.
You could've come to me directly.
Kimberly's the acting D.A.
Well, that was your choice.
And when it comes to stuff like this, I'm glad I made it.
And why is that?
I got a call from an old friend, Chris Ward.
He said you disrespected him and the Urban Defenders.
I did no such thing.
But you didn't help him out.
That's because Devin Brooks broke the law.
And what if it was me asking for the favor instead of him?
Are you implying that you're asking for a favor now?
Are you wearing a wire?
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
It's all done by Bluetooth now, FYI.
Yeah.
You know why I picked Crawford?
I can think of any number of reasons.
You were just as qualified, on paper.
But at the end of the day, she's not a pain in my ass.
Well, I am certainly glad there's no buyer's remorse.
And I guess only a pain in the ass would mention this, but here we go: I have prosecuted dozens of rage-aholics like Devin Brooks.
And if he walks on this, his next victim...
And there will be a next one...
Will probably end up in the morgue instead of the hospital.
And whoever let him go will be blamed, and if that is you, it will be front-page news.
(SIGHS)
Any suggestions?
Yes.
But you should probably call Kimberly Crawford.
Please?
♪ (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
JANKO: This is a bad idea, Jamie.
JAMIE: It was a bad idea for Simms to start punching cops.
- Well, uh...
- Especially you.
Eventually he's gonna pay the price.
Yeah, well, judge let him walk again.
Now he's back at his favorite spot, with his knucklehead pals.
Jamie, I'm telling you, I don't want you to do this.
Eddie, Simms has got a b*ating coming.
And he's gonna get it.
(CHUCKLING)
Hey, Sarge.
How's it hanging?
Hey, Tommy.
Got a message from the NYPD for you.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
That information that you gave us so you could walk?
It all checked out.
What the hell are you talking about?
JAMIE: Those dealers you guys do business with down on Rivington?
The Cruz brothers?
We took them down last night.
They're out of business, thanks to you.
Which makes us even.
- What's he talking about?
- He's-he's lying.
NYPD wants to thank you for your cooperation.
Have a good day.
TOMMY: He's...
he's-he's lying.
- What is he talking about?
- He's lying.
Cooperation?
What is he talking about?!
We didn't do nothin'!
(SHOUTING)
Told you he had a b*ating coming.
Nice work, Sarge.
♪ My patience is wearing so thin ♪ ♪ You're playing games I know I'll never win ♪ ♪ But I'm the one that got hurt 'cause you played with fire... ♪
(SIGHS)
You ordered a vodka and cranberry?
Are you really busting my chops right now?
BAEZ: Ignore him.
He drinks appletinis.
What's wrong with an appletini?
They are delicious.
DANNY: Thank you.
BAEZ: And, Ashley, if there's a moment where you feel uncomfortable, just tell us.
It's real brave what you're doing.
I appreciate that.
Oh, my God, it's him.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Have I seen you here before?
First time.
- You?
- Nah.
I never miss trans night.
Oh.
So you're looking for something in...
particular?
I think you know exactly what I'm looking for.
Then why wait?
Let's do this.
I like a girl who knows what she wants.
(WHISPERS): You wanna go out back?
Yeah.
Allow me.
♪ (SHOUTS, GROANS)
Okay, we lost her.
What's going on?
(GRUNTING)
(EXCITED CHATTER)
(WHIMPERING)
- Stupid whore.
- Take it easy.
You deserve what you've got coming.
Take it easy.
You think a guy like me wants to be with a freak like you?
Why are you like this?
I recognized you the moment I walked in.
You were friends with that bitch Kayla.
And now you're gonna die just like she did.
(COUGHS)
Police!
Hey!
- What the hell?
- Hands up!
- Put your hands up and step away.
- What the hell?
I said get 'em up!
- Turn around!
- This isn't what it looks like.
I...
- DANNY: Shut up.
- (COUGHS)
You okay?
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Yeah?
You did good.
No, you did good.
- (CRYING): Thank you.
- You did good.
(ASHLEY CRYING)
It's okay.
It's okay.
Just got a call from the governor.
- Oh?
- He reversed his position on the Devin Brooks case.
I see.
He wants us to charge Mr. Brooks with felony as*ault.
Then, if he takes anger management classes, stays out of trouble, we let him plead to a misdemeanor.
So Brooks pays a price, while this office acknowledges the value of a Good Samaritan.
An elegant solution.
I agree.
More elegant than I'd expect from Mendez.
Like something a seasoned prosecutor might come up with.
I met with the governor.
Behind my back.
My relationship with Mendez precedes yours.
Which doesn't alter the fact that you work for me.
You were going to grant the governor's request not to charge Brooks.
Yes.
Mostly because no jury would convict him.
The public thinks he's a hero.
He's a felon, regardless of what the public, or the governor says.
This office needs the good will of the governor.
This office or you?
This office and me...
and you.
Unless I heard wrong.
I don't know what you heard.
I heard people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
Maybe we're not as different as you like to think we are.
♪ "The officer threw me forcefully to the ground "and then handcuffed me, "wrenching my hands behind my back "while I was in great pain "and shouting to him that I didn't do it." The man who made this complaint was a serial r*pist fleeing an att*ck.
What he describes is textbook procedure for apprehending a suspect in a violent crime.
He was found guilty and is serving a life sentence.
Not a single witness to his arrest corroborated the allegations of excessive force.
Hence the cop in question was cleared of wrongdoing.
This complaint, dated July th, , was filed against Detective Frank Reagan.
(OTHERS MURMURING)
And there are more where that came from.
Almost every active cop eventually faces accusations.
Some of them are substantiated, and that cop is disciplined or terminated.
But many times these complaints, like the ones against Lieutenant Gormley, like this one against me, are misleading at best and sheer fiction at worst.
But if the court order releasing years of civilian complaints means we are judged without context and convicted without a defense, then yes, Lieutenant Gormley will go.
If that's what the people want, I will hold the door for him.
And then I will follow him out.
(OTHERS MURMURING)
♪ (SIGHS)
♪