♪
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(SIGHS)
Ray?
Oh, uh, Commissioner.
You didn't have to come
all this way for me.
It's your only option
when one of your own is sh*t.
You show up.
Um, excuse me. Uh, Cheryl?
Boys, go grab your bags.
(SIGHS)
How you doing, Ray?
It's just a graze wound, sir.
Lucky.
Close calls are
our business, right, sir?
Look, I know you went
through this when they processed
the crime scene, but what happened?
I just got home after working my tour.
I was actually looking forward to...
some of Cheryl's ossobuco.
- (CHUCKLES)
- When all of a sudden,
the place lit up
with a barrage of g*nf*re.
How many rounds?
I couldn't say, I...
I was too focused on staying alive.
- And your family?
- Boys were upstairs.
Cheryl was in the kitchen. It's...
it's a miracle I was the only one hit.
- You return fire?
- No, sir.
First thing I do when I walk in
is lock up my firearm.
You got a place to stay?
Yeah. So, yeah.
This is the one time I'm grateful
my in-laws live nearby.
As you know, you will get
a protective detail
till we find out who did this.
And we will find them.
Yes, sir, I know we will.
- Ray? We'll be in the car.
- Yeah?
- Okay, sweetheart.
- Okay.
- Okay, I'll be right out.
- Okay.
Either of you guys see anything?
- No, sir.
- I just hit the floor.
(CHUCKLES)
Good instinct.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Watch your six.
Yes, sir.
My God.
So much for a one-night stand, huh?
Mm, yeah, that's what
you said last time.
- And it still holds true.
- (LAUGHS)
Um...
stockings?
Stockings.
Thank you.
How about I go run and grab us
some coffee and bagels?
And breakfast, it's a bit serious
for something so casual.
- Your words, not mine.
- Mm-hmm.
I'll get the Keurig going.
Okay, I'll be right there.
- (PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING)
- Oh.
Monica, what do you mean
you're in the city?
You're supposed to testify tomorrow.
Stay out of town
and do not show up for trial.
Uh, work troubles?
Just another glamorous day
in the life of a lawyer.
Huh, what kind of lawyer are you?
Uh, defense attorney.
Legal aid, and, uh, I got to go.
Let me call you an Uber. Uh, address?
So this work thing...
You think your person did it?
- It doesn't matter.
- Doesn't matter?
It's my job to zealously
represent or defend my client,
regardless of whether
or not I think they did it.
Cynical much?
Well, I'm sure you got your own...
set of office politics that you
navigate with your job, right?
Wait, I don't even know
what it is that you do.
I am between assignments right now.
And your driver's one minute away.
All right, bye.
- ♪
- Thought you were taking me to lunch.
Well, why just go to lunch
when you can spend your morning
- with the Mimi Martinez.
- Yeah, well,
it would've been nice to eat and then go
spend time with your
favorite talk show host.
She's not just a talk show host.
This isn't just a talk show.
It's part talk,
part cooking, part inspirational show.
She's a chef.
She makes an amazing meal every episode
for the entire audience to enjoy.
- Mm-hmm.
- Lucky me.
All right, so when you see me
rolling my arms like this,
you guys are gonna get
really loud. Let's try it.
Ready? Three, two, one...
Let me hear you!
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
Great.
America's cariño.
The queen of daytime television.
Give it up, nice and loud,
for Mimi Martinez!
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
Hola, everyone.
AUDIENCE: Hola.
- Hola.
- Thank you for coming.
We have an exciting show
planned for you today.
First, we have superstar
and super-cute actor Tom Tobin
- Oh, wow.
- I like Tom Tobin.
And for lunch, we're mixing up
my famous cochinita pibil.
- You're welcome.
- What is it?
But before we start today's
show, we have a few more things
to take care of, so we'll be right back.
STAGE MANAGER: Back in five.
- I'm starving.
- I am, too.
(CLEARING HER THROAT)
(COUGHING)
Does this, like, happen every show?
BAEZ: I don't think so.
Is there a doctor in the house?
(MURMURING)
Police.
Come on.
Right here, guys. Okay, step aside.
Everybody, step back. Police. Step back.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
We may be taking a rain
check on lunch, partner.
I'm not getting a pulse.
Come in.
Oh.
Not the Reagan I was expecting.
Hill, what are you doing here?
(GRUNTS)
Word on the street
is a defense attorney's
encouraging a witness
not to show up for trial.
Does this attorney have a name?
- Deanna Parker.
- She's on trial
with the Adrian Edwards case.
We had him investigated
for sex trafficking
and even m*rder.
as*ault one was
all we could get to stick.
For slashing a stranger on the street.
Which is exactly why
you should look into this.
And how credible is this informant?
Very.
You know, uh, thanks for the tip,
but it sounds a little
too good to be true.
So unless this informant heard
this from Deanna herself...
Which I'm guessing you did.
Not intentionally.
So you accidentally heard her
tampering with a witness?
Deanna and I met at a bar
and had some fun.
You had fun?
She took a phone call,
voices were raised
and I heard some things
I couldn't unhear,
so now I'm bringing what I heard
to you to see it through.
And if I do, your girlfriend's
gonna be investigated.
Witness tampering's a
class A misdemeanor,
and more importantly...
we're gonna have to involve your aunt.
Could you please keep my name out of it?
Hey, kid.
Adrian Edwards is a bad guy.
If Deanna's not only representing him,
but doing what you said she is,
you may what to reconsider
the company you keep.
I'm more focused right now on
making sure justice is handled.
Keep me posted. Thank you.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Can't believe she's dead.
Yeah. You knew about her...
Do you know if she was sick
or had any health issues?
No, Mimi was all about living
her healthiest life possible.
Oh, that's Hank Willis, her producer
and sometimes cohost.
Come on.
- Mr. Willis.
- Yeah?
I'm Detective Baez, this is
my partner Detective Reagan.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Thanks. I got a lot of calls to make.
And a lot of fires to put out,
so if you'll excuse me.
We just happened to be in the audience.
We were hoping we could
ask you a few questions
if you don't mind. Questions about?
Uh, about Mimi.
Um, was she sick at all?
She have any health issues?
That I do not know.
You'd have to ask her husband.
Bill, right? Where is he?
Doesn't he usually attend every taping?
Bill was in L.A. for some meetings.
He was the first phone call
I made and my team got him
on the first available flight
back to New York.
We're gonna need
his contact information.
Okay. Uh, Julie, will you
organize that for them?
- Yeah, sure.
- She'll get it for you, all right?
Do you think there
was foul play involved?
What makes you think
there was foul play?
We don't think anything.
We're just, uh... that's
what we're trying to find out.
Can you think of anyone
who would want to hurt Mimi?
Look, Mimi spent
a lot of time and energy
building her career
and cementing her place
as queen of daytime television.
I mean, you don't get to wear that crown
without ruffling a few feathers,
- you know?
- (PHONE BUZZING)
I-I got to get this, okay? Thanks.
Hey.
Yeah, I know, it just happened.
I don't know.
Well, you called it, boss.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Why?
'Cause I don't like
what I called is why.
You ask a seasoned cop
to report on a crime,
and he talks about his wife's ossobuco.
I don't know.
Something wasn't right in that room.
Well, Lieutenant Moretti's
sh**ting wasn't connected to any
of the cases he's due to testify on.
So that's good news.
One son or both?
Just the younger one, Vincent.
So, I...
That's more good news, I guess.
Just the bad news, please, Sid.
He's had drug-related collars
starting back when he was a minor.
And word is he's got
serious debt on the street.
Like with the corner boys?
Like with the corner boy's bosses.
Ace Double Treys.
(SIGHS)
Okay, what's the good news?
Lieutenant Moretti is a great cop.
I'm sure he is.
But I'm also sure it doesn't matter.
Of course it matters.
He's not only great on the job,
he's great off it.
And what the hell does that mean?
He's coached his police hoops team
to the state finals
the last eight out of ten years.
I mean, the man's a giver.
Well, I wish that weighed in.
It has to weigh in.
Think of all the kids
he's set on the straight and narrow.
That does not cancel out his own son
being on the wide and crooked.
I want to see Lieutenant Moretti.
For what?
Are you really asking me that?
Are you gonna throw the book at him?
No, just part of it.
Which part, Sid?
We are not paid to sit here
and pick and choose.
Which part?
Section - ,
subdivision C,
titled Prohibited Conduct.
Get him up here.
Over the past three weeks,
five women have met
a white male in his s
at the same club in Midtown,
taken him backed to their apartments
and been violently r*ped.
Any leads?
No, we...
we have a sketch of the perp,
but no photo, no name
and no DNA matches in the system.
Hence why I'm here?
We want to plant you in the club
every night for a week
and see if we get lucky
spotting the guy.
I heard you did a hell of a job
working with special victims
not too long ago.
I appreciate that, Sergeant Williams.
Call me Katie.
Katie. Uh...
I loved working with your team.
It felt so good to help.
But I also know you took
the sergeant's exam.
I passed.
Humble, too.
I heard you aced it.
So just...
let me know if I'm barking
up the wrong tree here.
Are you up for an undercover stint?
You heading out?
Uh, yeah, I have a dinner at : .
Why, what's up?
Consider this a late Christmas gift.
A gift or a headache?
Both. The defense attorney
in the Adrian Edwards case
told a witness to get out of town.
Who's your source?
I'd like to keep them confidential.
They won't remain confidential for long.
There'll be a investigation,
not only into this case,
but every case the defense
attorney has ever worked on.
- So you want me to look into it?
- Well, haven't you already?
Well, I went to a house
where the witness was
suspected to be,
but it looked abandoned.
So we won't know until the witness
does or does not show up for court.
Exactly.
Who's the A.D.A. on this... Sydney?
Yes, she is.
Okay, we need to give her a heads-up.
She's due back in court tomorrow.
All right, copy that.
M.E.'s office has not
classified Mimi's death
as a homicide.
But it hasn't been
classified as anything yet.
Look, you do realize
this isn't even our case, right?
I know that.
Then why are we doing all this?
I mean, you got the magazines,
you're doing this research.
Because the detectives
at the local precinct...
They took their photos,
they typed their fives,
and they're done with this.
They're not looking at this as a crime.
- Says who? Wh...
- Says me.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
- (GROANS)
- Mimi was a fighter.
Her childhood was
more complicated than mine was,
but she made something of herself,
and she used her journey
to inspire millions of people.
And make millions of dollars.
And then at the height of
her career, her husband cheated
on her with a younger woman,
and you know what?
She took him back.
She probably had to be extra tough
to make it as a Latina
in the entertainment industry.
Except there's one problem...
It's not our case.
How many times have you told me
not to steamroll other
detectives or poach their cases?
And now it sounds like that's
exactly what you want to do.
Yeah, but you always do it,
because you want to follow your gut.
So maybe it's time to follow my gut.
Pass me the Celebrity b*at.
♪
(LIVELY CHATTER)
Is this seat taken?
Only if you want it.
How about I buy you a drink?
What's your name?
Katrina.
Dillon.
Nice to meet you, Dillon.
So, you come here often?
I'm back. You would not believe
the line in the lady's room.
So I went to the men's.
Eddie Janko? Is that you?
At a club?
How do you know George?
George, huh?
Eddie, huh?
So how do you two know each other?
Eddie and I met at the police academy.
I dropped out.
But Eddie, of course,
graduated top of her class.
I'll let you two catch up.
No, hey, hey, wait.
Hey, what are you drinking?
Do you know that guy's last name?
Do you have a number for him?
Do you know where he lives?
Whoa, Eddie, I did not sign up
for questions.
Let's take sh*ts.
Tina, I am serious.
I think he's a serial r*pist
who targets women here.
That dude?
Did he seem odd, did he thr*aten you?
I was so happy to see you here,
but of course you were
just working a case.
You've got the wrong guy.
(GROANS)
Come on.
- Janko, where did he go?
- I tried to stop him.
You should have tried harder.
I heard you on the wire.
Not only does he know your name,
but he knows you're a cop.
I promise you
this will never happen again.
No, it won't.
You're off the case.
♪ ♪
Lieutenant Moretti is here, sir.
Let's have him.
Thank you.
Please, have a seat.
This about my son Vincent?
Yes, it is.
Hmm.
Yeah, Patrol Guide, Section - ,
subdivision C,
entitled Prohibited Conduct.
"Knowingly associate with
any person or organization
"reasonably believed to be engaged in
or to have engaged
in criminal activity."
So you do know it.
Yeah, but there's
nothing in that section
about fathers and sons.
Ray...
your son is a grown man
and made his own choices.
And you are fully aware
of those choices.
And their consequences.
Commissioner, "choices."
"Choices" is one of those words
people use to, you know,
to cover a lot of different
s-situations. It...
Ace Double Trey's force him
to take their product?
Force him into debts that he cannot pay?
I'm sorry.
For what?
For this.
For where we find ourselves today.
You're a great cop,
and I cannot afford to lose you.
So then don't.
Your son Vincent lives with you.
He has access to your w*apon.
Commissioner, I lock up my firearm.
And not just because of my son,
but because that's
what the job requires.
And you failed to disclose his past.
Are you saying I should've
turned my back on him, my son?
Because he's an addict?
Your son has complicated
your ability to do that.
The hell he has.
If I had not gotten sh*t,
none of this would've come out.
Vincent is responsible
for you being sh*t.
He has put you and your family at risk.
I'm the reason I got sh*t.
All the time I dedicated to the job...
That was time
I didn't spend with my boy.
And here's a question
for you, Commissioner.
What would you do?
What would you do
if it was one of your boys?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
You told her.
I work for her... What do you expect?
Look, the witness
didn't show up in court.
So if what you said was true...
That Deanna instructed
the witness not to show...
That's a serious crime.
I needed to know the source.
You said you'd keep it between us.
I would've if I could've.
Joe, I need to know
exactly how you came to know
that Deanna told the witness to flee.
I overheard her on the phone.
Joe, you know better than
to listen in on a privileged
conversation between an attorney
and their client.
It wasn't a client, it was a witness.
And it shouldn't matter how I found out.
It was true... The witness didn't show.
I don't think I can even use this.
- What are you, a saint or something?
- No.
I'm not a saint, but
if you knew anything about me,
you would know
that I care about doing
things the right way.
I guess I don't really
know anything about you.
We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Martinez.
I can't believe she's gone.
Do you know if Mimi was sick at all?
No, nothing.
Can you think of anybody
who would want to see her dead?
Dead? No.
But Mimi was a complicated woman
who didn't make it easy
for people to love her.
But you did love her, right?
years in June.
So why'd you cheat on her?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Mimi and I had an understanding.
Sounds like a fancy way
- of saying sexless marriage.
- Excuse me?
I bet you couldn't have been
too happy about that, right?
Am I under investigation or something?
No, we're gathering insight.
From what I've gathered,
wanting out of a dry marriage
is motive to want her gone.
I wasn't in love with Mimi,
but I still loved her.
Even if she was difficult and made
enemies everywhere she went.
Enemies like who?
Ashley. Her assistant.
Well, ex-assistant.
Mimi had to let her go
after a casual drinking habit
escalated to a problem.
What kind of problem?
The one where we were left
holding the tab
for a hotel penthouse that got trashed.
So you're suggesting a disgruntled
employee wanted her dead?
Yeah, 'cause she wrote a tell-all book
full of lies and Mimi refused to pay up.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Hey.
- Hi.
Oh.
What's all that?
Well, it was to, uh,
celebrate all of your months
of hard work paying off... Surprise.
Well, surprise.
I was pulled off
the undercover assignment.
Then all the more reason to celebrate
you acing the exam.
Come again?
Now you can focus on your next
steps to becoming a sergeant.
So was this a celebratory dinner
or to game out my next days?
Whoa, easy.
I don't want to be a sergeant.
Well, then why'd you take the exam?
(SIGHS)
Because I wanted to prove
that I could qualify, too.
So it's like a competition now?
Yes and no.
Bookies taking bets?
Come on, shut up, I...
I aced that test...
as Eddie Janko.
Not as Sergeant Reagan's wife,
or the police commissioner's
daughter-in-law.
You make it sound
like those things are bad.
No.
It's just the reality of my life.
I think I would be better in the field.
Then why'd you give up on the
assignment after one setback?
Because Katie wants
nothing to do with me.
(EXHALES)
I was b*rned.
Well, I don't care
if you want to be a sergeant
or a detective or an astronaut...
Just don't be a quitter.
(KNOCKING)
- You gave Deanna a warning.
- What are you talking about?
She didn't show up for work today.
My guess is she learned about
the witness tampering charges,
and you're the only one I can think of
- who would give her a heads-up.
- What, you think I told her?
Don't act so surprised.
You've already done some
pretty unconventional things.
Yeah, I guess,
but to help put a bad guy away.
From what I know about Deanna,
I don't think she's the type to run.
Well, what do you know about Deanna?
Because as far as I'm concerned,
she's an attorney
turned criminal who should be disbarred.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Let's go.
Yeah, you've already done enough.
Seriously?
Yeah, right now, you're the only person
who can prove the witness tampering.
You can't be involved
in the investigation.
And how long were you
Mimi's personal assistant?
(SNIFFLES)
Eight years.
These your text messages?
So what if they are?
Well, they prove
you were blackmailing Mimi.
I didn't have to tell her
she should pay me
before I found a publisher who would.
So you were doing her a favor
by blackmailing her, is that it?
My tell-all would take down her empire.
But Mimi refused to pay.
It sounds like you had motive.
Wait.
Mimi was a hard boss.
But I would never k*ll her.
Right, because you draw
the line at blackmail.
She needed to know that Bill
was a useless piece of crap
with a gambling addiction
and sugar babies on speed dial.
So why not just tell her the truth?
My bills didn't stop 'cause I got fired.
Well, if all you say is true,
then why didn't she just pay?
He told Mimi
I was a disgruntled former employee
trying to make a buck.
That's exactly what you were.
But everything I said was true.
True or not, we have grounds
to arrest you right now
for grand larceny by extortion.
Unless you can help us.
What's it gonna be?
Last I heard,
Mimi was planning on filing for divorce.
But Bill controlled % of their empire.
And stood to get half
of everything in a divorce.
Unless she could prove
he was up to some crap.
And your story strengthened her case.
Bingo.
August ,
he talked a woman off the
Willets Avenue Bridge.
Second day on the Job.
Talk about hitting the ground running.
What about confidential informants?
Boss?
Any C.I. worth cultivating's
bound to have a criminal past.
The best ones have a criminal present.
Yeah. So cops associate
with known criminals all the time.
Good cops, anyway.
I had a C.I.
when I was working narcotics.
He knew every great restaurant
in Staten Island.
Boy, did we eat well.
I mean, I was working him.
And he ended up as key
in cracking that Pelham Bay Park ring.
We've lost too many good cops.
So...
I try to adjust,
shift my weight a little.
But how many times
can you bend the rules
before the costs outweigh the benefits?
You got more room.
No, I do not.
This past year I have been half PC,
half soft touch.
I must've missed those soft touch days.
Boss, if I may?
You may not.
Any wisdom offered
to make someone feel better
about themselves isn't wisdom.
It's just blowing smoke.
Nobody ever laid on his deathbed going,
"I wish I had been more of a hardass."
♪
But... (SIGHS)
To ask a father to cut his son
out of his life...
Look, when you take the oath
and you get the shield,
you gain a whole new family.
But family still comes first...
It's in your bones.
Maybe.
Maybe?
Sometimes you have to make the choice
to throw all that sentimentality
out the window.
And you think Moretti should?
I don't know Moretti.
All I'll say is...
the rule exists for a reason.
And you're privy to that reason.
I am.
That rule was set by my hand.
You made the rule?
So let sleeping dogs lie.
Fat chance.
Okay.
I had a brother-in-law.
- Mom had a brother?
- Name was John.
He started out with some
misdemeanor collars,
and... and then he started
a loan shark operation.
I got wind of it and I told him to stop.
And did he?
He responded...
by attacking my partner and I
when we were policing his corner.
Well, he lost.
And I forbade him to ever
come near the family again.
So you cut him off.
Like he never existed.
Was Mom upset?
(CHUCKLES) Of course she was.
She know you made the rule?
I told her it came from Albany.
And she believed you?
I thought so.
(CHUCKLES) But you don't know so.
I did what I had to do to keep us safe.
Did you ever regret it?
Not a day in my life.
See, I knew the other guys
weren't as tough as me.
So that's why when I became
PC, I changed the rule.
It wasn't fair that my relative
was putting my partner's life at risk.
Well, Ashley's alibi checks out.
She was nowhere near Manhattan
at the time of Mimi's m*rder.
And we confirmed her story
about Mimi about to file for divorce.
So Bill had motive,
but he was in California.
- Mm-hmm.
- So if she was m*rder*d,
how did he pull it off?
Good question.
But the M.E.'s report just came.
Well, what's it say?
Why don't you take a look?
She d*ed from anaphylaxis.
- Uh-huh.
- An allergic reaction?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, my God... nuts!
- Mm-hmm.
- Anyone that watches her show
knows that she is seriously
- allergic to nuts.
- Right.
So maybe it's possible somebody might've
slipped some, I don't know,
almond milk or hazelnut creamer
into her morning joe and...
Look at you.
Go ahead and say it.
I was right.
I know you were.
Uh, Janko,
sorry, now's not really a good time.
No, no, no,
you're gonna want to see this.
Is this the guy from the club?
His name is George Powell.
He's a VP at Niemann and O'Neil,
and his assistant said he'll be tied up
in meetings at the office until : .
That's great, but it's
not enough to arrest him.
No, it is, if we have his victims
positively ID him in the next few hours.
Good work, Janko.
Let's compile a photo array and show it
to each of the victims.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Mr. Willis.
Oh, Detectives, hi.
Wasn't expecting to see you again.
Well, we wanted to come down ourselves
and let you know
that the M.E.'s report shows
that it wasn't foul play.
Mimi's death was caused
by an allergic reaction.
An allergic reaction?
(LAUGHS): Oh, my God.
What a shame that Mimi
had to go out like that.
That's the thing... It's crazy to me
that you didn't come get Mimi's epi pen.
- Her what?
- Mimi kept an epi pen
in her dressing room.
- Oh, I was not aware.
- DANNY: Well, that's funny.
'Cause a former employee said you'd know
exactly where the epi pen
would've been kept.
Oh, please, what,
you're talking to Ashley?
You cannot believe
a word out of that girl's mouth.
You know what doesn't lie?
The security camera from the coffee shop
that caught you ordering the lattes.
So what?
I mean, I often treat
my staff to coffee.
Well, you may treat
your staff to coffee,
but according to the barista on duty,
you never pick up the coffee.
You always send an assistant.
Until, ironically,
the day of Mimi's death.
Mimi gave you your career
and this is how you repay her?
I think I'd like to talk to my lawyer.
Police, looking for George Powell.
He's all yours.
George Powell, get up.
(SCOFFS) Get up, you're under arrest.
For r*pe and as*ault.
- Is this a joke?
- Afraid not. You got to come with us.
Put your hands behind your back.
I'm sorry, everyone, this is j...
just a big misunderstanding.
No, it isn't.
You were positively ID'd
by the five women you brutally r*ped.
And I bet when we swab your DNA,
it's gonna be a match.
(MURMURING, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You bitch.
You really had to say that
in front of everyone?
b*tches make the best detectives.
ALL: Bless us, O Lord,
for these, thy gifts,
which we are about to receive
from thy bounty
through Christ our Lord, Amen.
All right, wait a minute.
Before we start,
I would like to propose a toast.
(CHUCKLES)
Officer Edit Janko-Reagan
received a near-perfect score
on the sergeant's exam.
- Congratulations.
- Congrats.
- Thank you.
- Made us all proud.
Thank you, Commissioner.
So what are the next steps?
Mm... I'm not sure.
You're not sure if you're taking them
or you're not sure what they are?
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I heard from my buddy at
Detective Bureau headquarters, uh...
Am I not supposed
to say anything about this?
No, I wanted to be the one to tell you.
Tell us what?
I've changed my mind
about becoming a sergeant.
It was the right path for Jamie.
It just isn't the right path for me.
And that-that's okay.
She recently worked a case
for special victims
and she did a kick-ass job.
Well, I was jazzed working that case.
But it's not because it's a better job.
Pay's better.
But it's just a bit more who I am.
- Hmm.
- FRANK: Well,
that's great, too.
Yeah, another Detective Reagan.
That's worth celebrating.
Whoa, uh, we have to see what happens.
I still have to interview.
Well, if you'd like me
to pull some strings,
I know a guy.
(LAUGHTER)
Thank you, um...
I'm confident I can do this on my own.
I mean, with Jamie.
If he hadn't pushed me to follow through
with that case, perp would
still be on the street.
That was all you.
You're not mad?
Of course not and...
the idea of you running
a role call is pretty funny.
What?
Officer Ross, that hair
needs to be up in a bun.
But since I love the cut, it's fine.
- (GASPS)
- (LAUGHTER)
Well, I couldn't enforce a rule
that I absolutely despise.
- That bun is a travesty.
- (LAUGHTER)
To the future Detective Eddie Reagan.
Hear, hear.
- (ALL TOASTING)
- Thank you.
And did she have any issues
with you being a cop?
We really didn't do too much talking.
You're never gonna believe
what just appeared on my desk.
Appeared? What is this?
Proof that Adrian Edwards
is as much a dirtbag
as we thought he was.
Where the hell did this come from?
Take a closer look.
Those are some fancy Post-its.
D.P...
Deanna Parker... Are you kidding me?
You took these files from her apartment?
I cannot look at these.
Clearly, Edwards realized
Deanna knew too much.
No, we don't know that.
These texts are between the two of them.
Deanna said she was gonna recuse herself
and then he threatened her life.
If that's the case,
she should've called the police.
Maybe she was scared.
She went rogue and committed a crime.
It doesn't matter what she's done wrong.
She's missing and this guy's dangerous.
We need to find her
before he finishes the job.
Kid's got a point.
Fine. But this time we do it my way.
By the book.
♪ ♪
How'd you find this address?
When Deanna left my apartment
and I called her an Uber.
This is where she went.
I checked it out a few days ago.
It looked abandoned.
Now Adrian Edwards
is hanging out on the porch.
Still, we don't know Deanna's inside.
Yeah, well, he's on the move.
This has got to be where he's
holding her. We have to go in.
We don't have a search warrant,
and without a search warrant,
we are not entering that building.
There is a chance
she is being held there
against her will, in real danger.
Well, looks like we got probable cause.
- Strap in.
- (ENGINE STARTS)
'Cause he's got a g*n.
(TIRES SCREECH)
JOE: Police!
Joe, get the g*n! Get the g*n!
I'll call a bus!
- (WHIMPERS)
- You're okay.
You're okay, come on.
- How the hell did you find me?
- Doesn't matter.
We dot to get you out of here, come on.
- Watch.
- (GASPS)
Watch the door.
- You're a cop?
- He's a detective.
It was Hank?
I can't believe it.
He bought the coffee that k*lled Mimi,
knowing she was allergic.
Hoping that her death
would appear accidental.
But why?
We don't know, but it's a good thing
my partner was
so passionate about the case,
otherwise, he might've got away with it.
Well, thank God he won't.
I can't thank you both enough.
Um, actually, before we go, wh...
what are your plans,
you know, for the next chapter
of your life?
Next chapter?
Mimi was the breadwinner,
and you worked for her.
So without her, you're nothing.
Excuse me?
What are those for?
Oh, we forgot to mention.
We did arrest Hank
for Mimi's m*rder, but
we're pretty certain he didn't
act alone. In fact...
- You're the guy we really want.
- Yeah.
What are you talking about?
Whatever he told you is untrue.
You knew Mimi was about to leave you.
Your prenup would've left you
living a very different life.
But now that she's gone,
you get everything.
I had nothing to do with this.
I think you did.
So I'll be watching you, and the
moment any money changes hands
between you and Hank,
I am coming for you.
I bet he'll start talking once he
doesn't get what he's promised.
Pretty unlucky, huh?
Your wife's biggest fan happens to be
a New York City detective.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You sure you don't want a plate,
Commissioner?
We-we have plenty left over from dinner.
I already ate. Thank you, Cheryl.
Well, I guess I better start the dishes.
(SIGHS)
You asked me what I would do
if it were my son.
I thought about that.
How old is Vincent?
He'll be .
You still living at home
when you were ?
No, but times are different.
Not that different.
Either he's out of the house
or you're out of the department.
Commissioner, I just... I just
don't know where he would go.
Neither do I. Hopefully...
some kind of rehab. Doesn't matter.
Well, it... it matters to me.
Of course it does.
But the one thing we both know
is it doesn't work with him living here.
You do know that, right?
Yeah, I... I guess.
If it were my son, I'd know it was time
to kick him out.
How I'd know is because my house
just got all sh*t to hell
with me and my family inside
because he was still living there.
If you do this...
...he's gonna call you a hardass.
And, hopefully...
that'll go on for years.
And that's a good thing.
How is that a good thing?
'Cause it means he'd still
be around to call you that.
And you'll still be around to hear it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WHISTLES)
Bet you didn't expect that.
I didn't expect you to suggest
this place for dinner.
Well, I guess there's a lot
we don't know about each other.
Like you don't know I'm a bowling champ
who used to kick your father's
butt right here every week.
Ah, I see.
And I don't know
why you wouldn't tell
a woman that you're a cop
when being a cop is so important to you.
Honestly?
I didn't want to blow my chances
with the hot lawyer at the bar.
Some women run towards the uniform,
others run away. You never know.
Well, that I can understand.
Try telling a guy
you're the trial bureau chief
at the Manhattan
district attorney's office.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah.
So, uh, your dad and I
used to play ten bucks a frame.
Game on. I'm not one to back
down from a challenge.
Neither was your dad.
So I've been told.
You remind me of him so much.
I miss him.
Every day.
But it won't stop me
from taking your money.
Ah.
Sucker.