(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: You always getting paid,
but you never want to pay for weed.
Yo, hold up. Whose man's this?
Hey, man.
Yo, you lost?
Yo, where you headed?
Maybe we can help you out.
Why don't you just back the hell off?
(LAUGHTER)
MAN: Tough guy over here, right?
Yo, he's a piggy.
Yeah, he's definitely lost.
You want to try something?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
You ain't the only one
packing around here.
You be careful, piggy.
Watch yourself.
(SCREAMS)
Let's go! Come on!
Sid.
How is he?
Not good.
He'll be lucky if he makes
it through the night.
Any leads?
Apparently, Detective O'Neill
flashed his shield to a group of guys.
But times have changed,
and instead of the usual lip,
they gave him a savage beatdown.
Son of a bitch.
His wife Sarah.
Commissioner Reagan.
Mrs. O'Neill, uh...
I'm so sorry.
How are you holding up?
Better than my husband,
but barely.
You have to find who did this.
I promise, we will.
When?
As quick as , of us can.
So, very quickly.
I take it you'll be holding
a press conference?
When we know more, yes.
I'd like to speak at it.
I need to speak.
Well, I know you're upset.
And you ought to be.
How many cops have been injured,
or k*lled on the job this year?
How many more will be
before these cop haters
have had enough blood?
When we have something to report,
I promise you I will
hold a press conference.
Right.
Everything by the book.
Even sympathy for the victim
and his family.
(SIGHS)
I've been where you are.
For what it's worth, I know what
it's like to feel so helpless.
I don't feel helpless.
I feel mad as hell.
Who steals from a bookstore?
That's not just any bookstore.
It's Abenthy and Daughters.
You've heard of it?
It's a New York institution.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Officer Janko. This is Officer Badillo.
I take it you're one of the daughters
- the store's named after?
- Yes.
I'm sure Dad's turning over
in his grave as we speak.
Uh, well, what happened?
Uh, well, I came in this morning
and found the place completely
ransacked. It's a disaster.
- They hit up the register?
- Worse.
They raided our rare book
section upstairs.
Come, I'll show you.
Oh, please, don't touch anything.
Our evidence collection team
will be in to process all this.
This is my brother Charlie,
and my sister Lila.
Finally. We called almost an hour ago.
- That's not helping.
- You know what would have?
You locking the door last night.
- I did.
- ALICE: Please, guys.
JANKO: It was change of
tour when the call came in.
Do you know which books
have been stolen yet?
For starters, A Farewell to Arms,
The Great Gatsby, Finnegans Wake.
All first edition, first impression?
All what?
Yes. All true firsts.
(WHISTLES)
And Finnegans Wake was signed.
That's some museum-level stuff.
I mean, those three alone
are worth over six figures.
CHARLIE: Yeah, you're spot-on.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg,
as Mr. Hemingway would say.
LILA: We were already
struggling to stay afloat.
After this, what are we gonna do?
I-I don't know.
Please, you've got to help us
get them back.
We'll do what we can.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, Anthony.
Oh, hey. What are you doing here?
Uh, getting coffee.
Oh, right. Of course. Uh...
I didn't realize you came to this place.
Yeah, just when I'm running late.
Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
Uh, this is Yelena. Uh,
Yelena, Erin Reagan.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, the pleasure's all mine.
Anthony told me all about you.
Oh, has he?
Uh, Yelena is a friend.
Uh, we were just catching up
before I headed into the office.
Well, how nice. Where are you from?
Right now? New York.
But I'm a bit of a nomad.
Can't stay in one place too long.
Mm. How romantic.
Oh, wow, I-I just realized
I'm late for a meeting.
- Oh, with whom?
- Uh, I have to debrief,
uh, A.D.A., uh, Friedman
about a background check
that I ran for her.
Uh, we'll see you at the office.
It was nice to meet you.
You, too.
(SIREN WAILS)
Oh.
If it isn't our old friend Bugs.
- Detectives!
- What do you got for us today?
Oh, little wicker chair,
maybe a yoga mat for the lady.
We're gonna need something
larger than that, my friend.
Well, it's pretty quiet.
Y'all been doing a good job
keeping the streets safe.
We let you stay on the street
in exchange for information.
Or did you forget about the three times
we arrested you for possession?
Why you keep bringing up old stuff?
I have no info. Ain't nothing
but clean living over here.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, what you doing?
Just seeing what else you got for sale.
Well, check this out.
This is LL Cool J's radio.
How about that?
This LL Cool J's, too?
That's confectioners' sugar.
I'm into baking. I do a lot of baking.
We're gonna have to take
a ride, my friend.
All right, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I might, I might have heard something.
Oh, now he wants to talk.
Yeah, a little too late
for that. I'm sorry.
- Turn around.
- Okay. All right.
It's a big one. Boss, I swear.
- What? What?
- (CHUCKLES)
I know about that cop
that got his ass whupped.
All over TV?
Detective O'Neill?
Oh, is that what his name is?
What do you know about him?
Turns out, he's not the angel
we all thought he was.
You don't just get popped
for being a cop in the streets.
He was in deep with them gangs.
The Dead Twins.
You've got some imagination.
I'm serious, Delicious.
I-I mean, Detective.
DANNY: So you want us to believe
one minute ago you knew nothing,
now you suddenly know about
the most high-profile crime in the city?
Brain fart, but yeah, I know.
♪ ♪
Harold would've loved it.
It was a beautiful service.
It was.
He was the best chief of staff
I could've wished for.
You doing okay, Pop?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Excuse me. Are you Henry Reagan?
- Yes.
- I'm Ellie, Harold's granddaughter.
I just wanted to say hi.
Hi, Ellie.
Jamie Reagan, grandson.
Thank you both for coming.
I used to love hearing
the stories of the two of you.
Harold and Henry,
two peas in the One PP pod.
I used to love hearing them, too.
Though I didn't believe half of them.
- They were all true.
- It's hard to believe he's gone.
He was in such good health.
He didn't drink, he didn't smoke.
Went for runs every day.
Doesn't seem fair.
I always used to tell him,
"Take it easier."
We lose too many men
to heart att*cks out for a run.
Oh, uh, he didn't have a heart att*ck.
- He didn't?
- That's what we thought,
but the M.E. said
that his heart was fine.
It looks like he fell and hit his head.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Uh, yes. If there's anything
- we can do, j-just ask us.
- I will.
Thank you.
What is it, Pop?
Do you really think
he just tripped and fell?
You don't?
I don't know.
- So?
- So chain of command-wise,
I probably should be talking
to Lieutenant Gormley.
But you're not?
No, because when it comes
to a cop in question,
Lieutenant Gormley tends
to go deaf, dumb and blind.
Well, some of the time.
Okay. And, look, it may be nothing,
but I had an informant
in the interrogation room
for three hours.
Claims Detective O'Neill is a dirty cop.
And you believe him?
He could be making it up
to save his own ass.
Yeah, but something got your attention.
Like I said, three hours in the box.
He stuck to his story, Dad.
(SIGHS)
So, dirty how?
Allegedly, Detective O'Neill
is in business
with a g*ng called the Dead Twins.
My C.I. didn't give me
the how or the why.
Something track for you?
Well, things haven't exactly been
adding up around Detective O'Neill.
Like, what was he doing
in that neighborhood that night.
I heard he was working
undercover in narcotics.
Yeah, he was working undercover,
but his C.O. said
there was no reason
that he should be there.
No other leads?
(SIGHS)
Nope.
Well, if it walks like a duck.
Maybe someone else
saw him flash his shield
and took him out.
Hmm. Maybe.
Or it's like what your C.I. said.
Everyone's calling him a hero cop, Dad.
What if he turns out to be the opposite?
(SIGHS)
Let me worry about that.
I'll follow it down wherever it leads.
All this and the guy may never wake up.
(SIGHS)
(SIREN WAILS)
BADILLO: I've always found the
antiquarian book world fascinating.
You're angling for a spot in major case
as the art theft expert or something?
Maybe there are some things
you just don't know about me yet, Janko.
Like, you moonlight as Nic
Cage in National Treasure?
Like, my dad used to read me
Lord of the Rings
every night before bed
when I was little.
I've loved books ever since.
You're serious?
What?
I just didn't see that
for a badass cop from East Harlem.
Reading was my way
of escaping where I grew up.
Becoming a cop was how I dealt with it.
Which is why I want to help them.
We've done our part.
Major case has it from here.
I talked to Detective Gallagher.
He'd like us to assist.
Would he, really?
Turns out he'd like us
to go back and make sure
we didn't miss anything
in our initial interview.
Are you cool with that?
I guess it wouldn't hurt
to go back and check in on them.
Just returning the Adams file.
Just put it anywhere, thanks.
So, uh...
Yelena, huh?
What about her?
She's your, uh, "friend"?
Yep.
How did you two meet?
Through family, years ago.
- Come on, Anthony.
- What?
You can't even look at me
when you're saying that.
I'm busy.
I bet you are.
What, is she half your age?
Erin, you have no idea
what you're talking about.
And now I got a : p.m.
deadline on this thing.
Look, I'm just concerned.
Seriously?
Yeah. You remember what happened
with the girl you met on Tinder?
What the hell does that
got to do with anything?
Well, you have been
taken advantage of before.
I'm not being taken advantage of.
Now just let it go.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Ah, there you are.
- What's all this?
- Thanks for coming.
I need your help
investigating Harold's m*rder.
m*rder?
That's right.
You think Harold was m*rder*d?
Well, I know he didn't
just trip and fall
while he was out taking a run.
Sure you're not getting a little
ahead of yourself on this one, Pop?
What are you talking about?
This isn't just your
way of coping, or...?
This is not me coping.
Y-You're calling it a m*rder
based on nothing
but your gut instinct?
Jamie, I was in law enforcement
for years.
I think my gut instincts
are pretty damn good.
Of course it is.
I'm just saying, the fact
this guy was your friend,
maybe it's clouding your judgment.
Eh, ye of little faith.
Who's Chris Kelly?
A violent mobster
that Harold put away some years ago.
The parole board released him one week
before Harold was k*lled.
He was released in New York?
Yes, he was.
That's not nothing.
It sure as hell isn't.
So, are you gonna help me
investigate this or not?
Let's go.
You're gonna give up your source
on Detective O'Neill
or we're gonna give you
over to Rikers Island.
How's that sound?
I told you I don't remember.
- You don't remember?
- You know how you be,
like, hearing things sometimes,
but you can't remember
who, like, said it?
That's what's going on right now.
Do you hear these things before
or after you shove
all that stuff up your nose?
Before! I mean, I-I don't shove things
up my nose, you know?
- (SNIFFLES) It's bad for you.
- Or maybe
you just made the whole
thing up, huh, Bugs?
I swear I didn't.
Because the Dead Twins
would want you to know
all about the most high-profile
crime in the city.
You, Bugs, of all people.
(EXHALES)
I'm telling you the truth.
You're not telling enough of the truth.
Now give us a name
or I'm gonna call the D.A.
and add obstructing
to your list of charges.
- For a little booger sugar?
- No,
for a whole lot of booger sugar.
See, this is what you get
for helping pigs.
Uh, "cops." Cops.
No, this is what you get
for lying to the cops.
Now give us a name.
Clock's ticking.
- Time's up.
- All right.
All right.
Name!
Marcus.
Who the hell is Marcus?
He's my brother.
Her full name's Yelena
Popova. years of age.
Born in Moscow, Russia.
She moved to the U.S. at age ten.
Initially resided in
Brighton Beach, Brooklyn
and then moved around a lot.
Lived in five different states
by the time she was .
Any criminal history?
No, but her old man is serving life
for a double homicide.
- No kidding.
- Yeah.
Looks like he was Russian mob.
Offed a couple rivals
about years ago.
Any signs she's in the life?
Not that I can tell, but she was
certainly surrounded by it.
What do you like her for?
Escort?
Uh, a con, maybe. I don't know.
Thanks, Joe.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey, it's me. Open up.
Go away, Bugs. I don't have
any handouts for you today.
Hello, Marcus.
You sure he's your brother?
Half brother.
Who are you?
Detective Reagan,
and my partner Detective Baez.
We got a few questions.
Are you kidding me right now?
They just want to know about
the cop who got his ass
dragged up the block.
- Shut up.
- All right.
Look, we can stand out here if you want
so the whole neighborhood can see.
Come on.
After you.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Look, I don't know
anything about any cop.
That's not what you told me.
You said he was on the take.
- I told you to shut up.
- You right.
You know, it sounds to me
like you do know
- something about Detective O'Neill.
- How would I?
Bugs says you're involved
with the Dead Twins.
I got out of the life years ago.
Got a wife and kids now.
So you were in the life?
You're trying to convince us
the Dead Twins never come by
their old stomping grounds
and chat about business?
MARCUS: If they did,
I'd keep quiet about it.
That'd be the smart thing to do.
Well, too bad
your half brother
isn't as smart as you are.
Hey, hey. Hey.
Look, he's going to jail
if you don't help him.
Come on, it's just us here.
Look...
I overheard that cop
was working with the Twins
but overstepped himself.
Okay, well, Bugs
already told us that much.
You got to know a little bit more.
There's a guy named Tee.
- Tee.
- He used to be the head enforcer
for the Twins. He just got out of jail.
He one of the guys who b*at up O'Neill?
That's all I got for you.
(SIGHS)
The antiquarian book world is small.
You think whoever did this
is a part of it?
They knew exactly which books to go for,
and where to find them.
So, yeah.
And they've definitely been here before.
So have thousands of other people.
Do you have a list of dealers
you've worked with?
You know, people
who might have bought for you
and would know your inventory?
We gave that to the detectives already.
And shouldn't I be talking
to them instead of you?
We're here on
Detective Gallagher's behalf.
Yeah... he's a real stickler.
He didn't think our initial statements
were detailed enough.
- Yeah.
- So, can we get that list?
Got it on the computer.
Just curious, out of all the books
that were stolen,
did any strike you as odd?
- Odd?
- Any that stuck out?
Didn't quite fit in with the rest.
Actually, there was one.
A copy of Watership Down.
A classic, don't get me wrong,
but worth a fraction
of what the others were.
Now that you mention it,
Dad won that at auction
in a heated bidding w*r
with Robert Blauner.
Who is that?
A private collector.
It set off something
of a feud between them.
(CHUCKLES): Any idea where
we could find this guy?
Uh-huh.
♪ ♪
I'm really sorry to bother you.
Not at all. What did you
want to ask me about?
Your grandfather Harold,
he used to run regularly, right?
Every day.
And did he run the same route every day?
I guess he was a man of routine.
- Mm-hmm.
- He'd start at Kellogg's Diner
and run the loop through Prospect Park.
And other people knew
about this routine?
I guess. Why are you asking?
Did he ever mention a guy
named Chris Kelly?
That's the perp Grandpa
used to tell stories about.
- Mm-hmm.
- And I remember him in particular
because they used
to write each other letters.
Letters? Kelly would
write them from jail?
I guess it was some sort of
rehabilitation program or something?
I... I thought it was creepy.
What's this about, Jamie?
Just trying to help my own
grandfather find some closure.
GARRETT: And did you
know Sarah O'Neill appeared
with the PBA president,
and mostly talked about why you haven't
held a press conference yourself.
We're just not there yet.
Well, you never should've agreed
to let her appear with you.
I didn't agree to.
I just didn't hit her with a hard no.
(LAUGHS) Same thing.
No, it's not, Garrett. She was
feet away from her husband
who was broken in places.
A hard no had no place there.
GORMLEY: I don't see what
the big deal is, anyway, Garrett.
She's probably still in shock.
She gets that discount.
And we look all zipped-lipped
about her hero husband.
And by "we," you mean me.
This office. What's going on?
GORMLEY: The investigation
is still inconclusive.
That's what's going on.
But conclusive enough to know
bringing her up to speak
to Frank is a no-go?
- He didn't say that.
- He didn't say anything.
(SCOFFS)
What are you not telling us
about Detective O'Neill?
There is nothing not to tell.
You got some kind of beef with this guy?
Sid, easy.
There's a way these things
usually go and this ain't it.
We are sifting through
conflicting stories.
Who's we? Because we all seem
to be in the dark.
Before I order it,
I'm just gonna ask it.
Just please, sit tight.
And quit assuming the worst
about one of our guys.
I'm not assuming anything.
Garrett, I know you are
just doing your job.
But so am I.
And mine has the priority.
Understood.
I could reach out to the wife.
Purely personal, "Been there,
I know how you're feeling,
and so does the PC."
(SIGHS) Thank you.
(SIGHS)
What do you got, Bugs?
Well, I asked around,
real quiet like you asked me,
and I figured out where Tee is.
Okay. Where is he? In the courtyard
in the middle of the housing projects.
Just sitting there by himself?
Sitting there by himself.
And you're sure that's
what he looks like?
Yep, the spitting image.
I saw him with my own two.
Okay. Get out of here.
He's alone.
We may not get a better sh*t at him.
Let's go.
(WHISTLES)
Get back!
They're gone.
They knew we were coming, Danny.
That's 'cause Bugs set us up.
Come on.
(SIREN WAILS, TIRES SCREECH)
No...
- b*at it.
- All right.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Son of a bitch.
- You set us up.
- No, I didn't.
- No, no, no.
- You led us right into an ambush.
I didn't know, I swear.
I swear I didn't know.
Then how'd they know we were coming?
All I did was ask for Tee.
One of the homeboys said
he was gonna be in the courtyard
all day.
In the courtyard
all day waiting to ambush us!
I don't know, maybe he was
out there for some fresh air.
Fresh air? It's January, moron.
There is one other person
who knew we were coming.
That's right. Your brother
knew we were coming.
My brother. What you think,
my brother did it?
Come on. You're not thinking smart.
- Y'all better than that.
- Maybe your brother did tip them off.
Maybe he's still in the life.
Let's take a ride and find out.
- Come on.
- All right.
Why did the banana go to the doctor?
- Why did the banana go to the doctor?
- 'Cause he wasn't peeling well.
O'NEILL: Take it easy.
I'm a little weaker than I used to be.
Okay. Well...
(IMITATES MONKEY, LAUGHS)
Hey, I love you guys.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Be good to your mother.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Hello. How can I help you, Officer?
Are you Chris Kelly?
- Yes, sir.
- I'm Sergeant Reagan.
I was wondering if I could
talk to you for a minute.
Come on in.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What can I do for you, Sergeant?
Harold Walsh passed away last week.
The morning he d*ed, he met
with you at Kellogg's Diner.
I checked the security footage.
That's true. We had coffee together.
An hour before he d*ed.
(SOFTLY): Yeah.
God rest his soul.
What did you two talk about?
- The Mets, mostly.
- You get out of jail
and five days later you have coffee
with the guy who put you in there.
An hour later, he's dead.
I got that right?
You think I had something
to do with his death?
Look, I'm the last person in
the world who'd want to hurt him.
Why's that?
He's the reason I'm here at all.
When I was in prison,
one of the programs I was in involved
writing letters
to the people that I hurt.
Making amends, that sort of thing.
All right, but you-you wrote
letters to Harold instead.
Yeah, well,
the victim's fam... (SIGHS)
Tommy's family wouldn't take my letters.
But Harold did.
Look, I was just a kid,
working as an enforcer for the mob.
years old.
They'd send me out to tune
people up for insurance money.
One time, it went too far.
Harold was the only person
who gave me a second chance.
He even talked to the
parole board on my behalf.
That's part of why you got released?
Like I said, he's the reason I'm here.
Mm-hmm.
I bought him coffee
that morning because...
it was the only thanks I could offer.
You got an alibi for where
you went after the diner?
I was at the laundromat
around the corner.
They have cameras.
You okay if we talk for a little while?
Of course.
I checked, uh, your file.
You got a spotless record and, uh,
the highest number of collars
in your narcotics team.
Lot of being in the right place
at the right time.
But the thing is,
most of the collars are g*ng members.
It's narcotics, gangs are
mostly who we deal with.
Yeah, I know that,
but see, here's... the real thing.
All those g*ng members
are rivals of the Dead Twins.
I want to know what you were doing
in that neighborhood that night.
I was working overtime.
That's not what your C.O. said.
(SIGHS)
The truth is, I used the Twins.
They'd give me dirt on their rivals
and I'd get more bad guys
off the street,
and that's a good thing.
So, maybe you tipped off the Twins
about an investigation or two,
or maybe you gave them a heads-up
about the cops and where they
might be at any given time?
No, of course not.
Okay.
Did you take any money from them?
I want the truth, Pete.
Yes.
(SIGHS)
I knew it was a mistake.
That's why I was in
that neighborhood that night.
To return the cash and tell them
I wouldn't work with them anymore.
That's why the beatdown.
I guess they were sending a message.
Not just a message, a hard truth.
You don't get to just
walk away from that life.
(SCOFFS)
(EXHALES)
- I'm sorry I let you down.
- Nah.
Doesn't matter about me.
But your wife, your kids.
Your fellow cops.
Look...
...I'm off the job,
and they're saying I'm probably
not gonna walk again.
So I paid for my sins, right?
I mean, you don't got
to say anything, right?
Why punish my wife and kids?
I just disappear.
ABETEMARCO: Hey.
I'm gonna head out
if you don't need anything else.
Wow. You're all dressed up.
You look great.
I got a dinner later.
Okay, well, go. Have fun.
See you tomorrow.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SIGHS)
You remember that book collector
Lila mentioned?
The one who was feuding with her dad?
- Yeah. What about him?
- Well, he was down
at a book fair in Florida
when the robbery happened.
He had a book stand and everything.
- So he clears.
- Which leaves us
with exactly nada.
Maybe we should just send what we have
to major case, enjoy our beer.
Maybe.
What?
I checked the title on the bookstore.
Only the daughters are listed as owners.
It's kind of in the name.
Yes, but the store used
to be called Abenthy's.
The old man changed the name
to Abenthy and Daughters
a few years back.
Well, that's a little weird.
Maybe Charlie got left out
of some of the inheritance.
I mean, the way the
books were knocked over
in parts of the store
where nothing was stolen?
The way the front door
was conveniently unlocked.
Whole thing felt kind of funny to me.
Maybe.
And Charlie was the one
who locked up that night.
Yeah, but he doesn't seem like the type.
You're onto something here.
But you don't think it's Charlie.
I think it's the sisters
who are gonna lose their store.
It's Lila who turned us on
to the Blauner guy.
Like she was trying to get us
to look the other way.
Mm-hmm.
Insurance fraud for books
that are worth that much,
it's a lot of jail time.
Let's let them know how much.
See who sweats.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Okay. You be careful.
- YELENA: Thank you.
- Take care.
What the hell are you doing here?
Uh, just having a drink.
Did you follow me from
the office, Erin? Seriously?
I did.
And then you camped out
here and spied on me
for our whole dinner?
I'm sorry. I did.
And you didn't think I was gonna notice?
I'm a detective.
I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.
Okay? Why the hell wouldn't I be okay?
I did a background check on Yelena.
She has mob ties.
Her father is currently
serving a life sentence.
This has con written all over it.
You're unbelievable.
Yeah, I know her dad's in jail.
You do?
Yeah, because I'm the one
that put him there.
You did?
Yelena was just a kid at the time.
No one thinks about
what happens to the children
that these criminals leave behind.
But they're just as much
victims as anyone else.
So I always made it a point
to check up on her
to make sure that she was
doing all right.
That's all this is.
So why didn't you just tell me that?
Yeah, because I know how it looks,
me associating with
the daughter of a criminal.
It's weird.
Yeah.
And you know what else, Erin?
Because it was none of your business.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. You said that already.
Just let me, let me talk, man.
I told you not to come
around here anymore.
I just want to talk, bro.
That's all you do!
Talk and talk and talk.
You're gonna get us both k*lled.
Or maybe you'd like
to get us both k*lled.
Is that the idea?
Detectives,
w-what are you guys doing here?
We thought we'd come by to thank you,
for the tip you gave us.
Yeah, you know the one that
led us right into an ambush?
I didn't have a choice.
The Twins knew you came around.
If I didn't help them,
they'd come after me instead.
Or maybe you're not really out
of the life after all.
I am, I swear. I got kids, man.
What's wrong,
you nervous about something?
- What? No, no.
- Are you nervous about something?
Was anyone else inside there?
Some other guys.
I didn't really get a good look.
- Let me check.
- No, don't go back in. Don't...
(g*nsh*t)
(g*nf*re)
Turn around! On your face! Turn around!
- (SIREN WAILS)
- Keep your hands where I can see them.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
It's okay, you're gonna be okay.
(GRUNTS)
You did good, Bugs.
You're crazy, but you did good.
This is a blend of Merlot,
Syrah and Cabernet.
It's fruit-forward, but still dry.
Since when are you two into wine?
- Yeah.
- We joined a club.
- Ooh.
- JAMIE: We get different bottles
- every month.
- Mm-hmm.
It's what couples do when
they get bored with each other.
(LAUGHTER)
Cheers, everyone.
ALL: Cheers. Cheers, cheers, cheers.
Mmm.
- HENRY: Mmm.
- What do you think?
It's, um, interesting.
You hate it.
ERIN: I don't hate it.
I... just don't get it. It's wine.
DANNY: Well, we know this much.
- It's definitely red.
- HENRY: Yes.
And it's definitely wine.
That.
I'm getting notes of alcohol.
- DANNY: Yeah.
- (LAUGHTER)
Well, how about chocolate or nutmeg?
FRANK: Oh, come on.
You really think you can taste all that?
Yeah.
You don't even know what nutmeg is.
- Never mind what it tastes like.
- SEAN: Let's see.
Okay, take it easy. Oh...
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Okay.
- (ALL GROANING)
- All right. Enough, enough.
I was doing more research.
DANNY: Yeah, I'm gonna research you.
Don't you guys think that
expensive wine is a scam?
DANNY: Of course it's a scam.
It's just a bunch of grapes.
Yeah, over bucks a bottle,
my taste buds don't have a clue.
Well, thanks, guys.
Yeah, you're welcome.
There were those guys who put cheap wine
in vintage bottles
and sold them for a fortune.
No one could taste the difference.
Even fooled some experts.
No surprise there.
Sometimes you guys are all so cynical.
Hey, we've seen all the angles.
Not everyone is out to get you
all the time.
You know that, right?
Yeah, but it doesn't hurt
to cover all the bases.
Hope for the best
but plan for the worst.
JAMIE: Yeah, but sometimes
that mentality makes you see ghosts.
The day I see ghosts
is the day I am one.
And I would say we're
more skeptics than cynics.
Well, you all could stand to look
on the bright side
every once in a while.
Which is difficult to do when you see
what we all see every day.
Yeah, and there's only so
much that you can unsee.
We may be cynical, but, hey,
we're still all here in one piece.
Wow. Is this still about
a free bottle of wine?
Well, look, Eddie's right.
It's a good thing to look for the light
- at the end of the tunnel.
- DANNY: Mm-hmm.
HENRY: Yeah.
In case the train's coming right at you.
(LAUGHTER)
What?
Anthony.
Can I talk to you, please?
- I'm busy, Erin.
- Please.
Look, I want to apologize.
I-I know what I did was out of bounds.
It was weird and paranoid.
And I think maybe you need a vacation.
Well, maybe you're right,
but I just want to make it up to you.
Maybe take you and Yelena
out for a drink?
Look, Erin... (SIGHS)
I know your heart
was in the right place.
I just think maybe it's best
if you and I took a little space.
A little space?
Look, you're my best friend
and I know you were
just looking out for me.
But best friends
don't follow one another to dinner.
And they listen to each other.
I'm really sorry.
You know, we're all damaged
goods in this line of work.
I just think...
...we should keep things
strictly professional
between us for a while.
You know, take a step back.
If-if that's what you want.
Uh... That's what needs to happen.
Okay. I understand.
Good.
Okay, well, I guess I'll see you around.
(KEYS CLINK)
Officers, I was just
closing up for the day.
Mind if we have a word first?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, you want to talk to my sisters?
Uh, actually, all three of you.
Are you aware
that insurance fraud of this
magnitude is a Class C felony?
- What are you talking about?
- Just a hypothetical.
If one of you stole the books yourselves
to fence them,
to collect the insurance money,
you'd be looking at five years minimum.
That is absolutely ridiculous.
This is a famed New York institution.
That's going under, right?
You sent us on a goose chase
after Robert Blauner.
You care to explain that?
I just answered your questions.
And what about you, Charlie?
It's come to our attention that you
and your father had a falling out.
And why are you asking about that?
JANKO: Well, apparently,
he left the store
to your sisters and not you.
You were skipped over
on the inheritance.
I don't see what that
has to do with anything.
Charlie is as much a part
of this store as either of us.
JANKO: Yeah,
but maybe he didn't feel that way.
Maybe he thought he was owed something.
Do you have an alibi
the night the robbery happened?
I-I don't know.
We have a winner.
That's it.
Yeah, why don't you come down
to the station?
We're gonna ask you a few questions.
Wait. He didn't steal them.
How do you know that?
I-I just do.
What are you saying? What is she saying?
She's saying she's the one
who stole the books.
You stole from us?
Where are they?
I think I want a lawyer.
I think you need one.
(DOOR OPENS)
I have Sarah O'Neill. Want me to sit in?
And the temperature?
Still hot.
No. But thank you.
Let me have her.
Thank you, Detective.
Please.
I'm fine standing, thank you.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
I did appreciate Abigail reaching out.
Was that on your orders?
No, that was her idea.
It's been almost a week and
you still haven't said a word.
With or without me.
We have arrested the assailants
and gotten full confessions.
I meant about my husband.
About heroism and service and gratitude.
Mrs. O'Neill, look at me.
No, I mean really look at me,
without the attitude, for a minute?
Do you really think I don't
care about my cops?
Do you really think I don't
care about your husband?
I didn't say "care..."
Well, I do.
And I've handled this
the best way I know how.
For who? You?
For your family.
The best way to honor
his sacrifice is with silence?
Give me a break.
(SIGHS)
There are but three people who know
what happened that night.
There's me, but I don't seem
to have any traction with you.
There's my son, who is a great detective
but has the bedside manner
of a pit bull.
And then there is your husband.
So, ask my husband.
Yes.
And then, if you still have questions
about why I stayed silent, well...
my door is open.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
Hey.
Hey, grab yourself a drink.
You got any more
information on Chris Kelly?
Yeah, his alibi checked out. He's clean.
No, that can't be right.
You must've missed something.
I didn't miss anything, Pop.
Harold wasn't m*rder*d.
Doesn't make any sense.
Why not?
H-He didn't drink, he didn't smoke.
He was healthy.
I-It wasn't his time.
Somebody did this.
No one did this.
Sometimes there's no rhyme
or reason to these things.
They just... happen.
No, no, no. It's not right.
Why should he be gone
and I'm still here?
We don't get to choose
when our number gets called.
You know that better than anyone.
He was my protégé.
I used to call him "kid."
I know.
It's not fair.
(CRYING SOFTLY)
Are you okay?
I don't know.
To Harold.
To Harold.