01x09 - When Dinosaurs Roamed the Earth

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Previously on East New York...

BENTLEY: Sandeford. He knows.

QUINLAN:
So, we gonna get in trouble now?

I just think we need to cool it.

As long as we ride together,
I got your back.

I've got an Undercover, Sean Dryden.

Your cops arrested him
on a traffic stop.

I want to get the hell out
of undercover work.

How long's it been?

- Two and a half years.
- That's a long time

to be somebody other than yourself.

We can team up.

You did good today.

Meantime, what'll you be doing?

Think I'll take my dog
for a walk at the dog park.

I'd like to go up there
with you sometime.

- What kind of dog do you have?
- I don't have a dog,

but I'll get one.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

("WORTH IT" BY MARTA REN PLAYING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

♪ Something told me... ♪

You know, the thing about
Columbo was you saw the m*rder

in the first five minutes,
so you know who did it.

Then what was the point?

The point was watching Columbo
figure it out,

and he always did.

Was he like your-your hero?

No, not really. I never
was a fan of the raincoat.

(BEEPING)

Check engine again?

Yeah, it happens.

Why don't we have one of the new cars?

(CHUCKLES) What do you care?

The new cars got all kinds
of features on them.

This car has features.

(LAUGHS) We need to get rid of it.

Get rid of the old cars, soon
they get rid of the old cops.

DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO):
Sector David, we've got

a - , non-responsive male
at Ashford Street, second floor.

Possible g*nsh*t wound to the head.

Sector David, - , 'kay.

(SIREN WAILING)

- Here we go.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

(DOG BARKS)

You still thinking about getting a dog?

Definitely.

Any idea what kind of dog you'd get?

I was thinking maybe one
that doesn't pee on the rug.

Ha.

I'm not sure you should be seen with me.

Seen by who? Nobody's here.

(LAUGHS)

Sometimes, people can
come out of nowhere.

Ah, one of the reasons I want
out of, uh, undercover assignments.

I'm sick of worrying
about things like that.

Any idea whether they'll let you out?

(SCOFFS) Not anytime soon.

My boss at the DEA hates me right now,

- thanks to you.
- Mm-hmm. (LAUGHS)

I was under the impression
you went into the operation

because you wanted to.
Am I mistaken, or...?

- No, no, I'm glad I did.
- Right.

Shut down some drug dealers,
got a lot of fentanyl off the street,

possibly impressed you

- with how skillfully I infiltrated...
- Oh.

A criminal organization.

You impressed me a little.

- A little.
- All right.

(PHONE RINGING)

Who's that? Oh, my goodness.

- Haywood.
- Hey.

Yeah.

Who's a good girl?

What's the address?

♪ ♪

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

KILLIAN: And, uh,
what's Remy's last name.

Taylor. Remy Taylor.

And, um, when did you last talk to him?

About : this morning.

I was visiting my mother up in Kingston.

(WOMAN SNIFFLES)

I told Remy I was on my way back.

- How did he sound?
- Fine.

Normal, like he always sounded.

So, he didn't say anything about
hurting himself, in other words?

No.

(SNIFFLES) I mean,

he complained I hadn't been here
to make him dinner last night,

but he always complained about that.

Well, we're very sorry
for your loss, Annika. (SNIFFLES)

Can I say goodbye?

Now wouldn't be a good time.

Why don't you follow these gentlemen.

My Remy.

(CRYING) Ma'am.

What do we know?

Name's Remy Taylor.

Was a detective, retired
from homicide at the - .

Yeah, it looks like a single
g*nsh*t wound to the head.

So many cop suicides, almost
feels like an occupational hazard.

Well, when you're thinking about it,

the means are always within reach.

KILLIAN: Well, no su1c1de note,

there's no stippling
near the entry wound.

Make sure you bag his hands.

Oh, he had tickets to the
Nets game tomorrow night.

You check his phone?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

No, uh, search warrant
necessary, huh, Inspector?

No, Detective, not when they're dead.

KILLIAN: Got it.

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

SANDEFORD: We're gonna get
this car situation straightened out.

All the money in this city,
I don't want to be riding around

looking at a "check oil" light.

Car d*ed on us. We need a different car.

So, why do you think it is that
so many cops k*ll themselves?

Probably, uh...

financial problems enter into it
with a lot of them.

Lots of people have financial problems
and don't k*ll themselves.

The guy we just saw?

- Mm-hmm.
- He was a detective

when detectives had it good.

Wore a suit and tie,
got dry-cleaned for free.

Went to nice restaurants,
never had to put his hand in his pocket.

So, then, he retires, and he has to pay

for his dry cleaning... That enough
to make him blow his brains out?

No, these guys don't think of themselves
like everybody else.

As long as they were out there
hunting criminals,

they thought of themselves as heroes.

But, once they stop hunting criminals,

stop thinking of themselves as heroes,

then the world start looking at them
exactly like everybody else.

And they can't stand it.

I'm-a find Yenko.
We gonna straighten this car thing out.

♪ ♪

- Here's that file, Mr. Walsh.
- Thanks, Kathy.

Um, you know, why don't you and Jerry

take the rest of the day off.

KATHY: Okay. Thank
you so much. I'm so sorry.

years.

He sat right there.

You and Remy were on the job together?

On the job together,
off the job together.

I just can't get my head around
that he would do this.

So, there was no warning signs,

- no pleas for help?
- Let me tell you something.

Forget about what the job is now.

When we were on the job,
we were on top of the world.

Remy just couldn't accept that
that part of his life was over.

That we're dinosaurs.

Having been a detective yourself,

I'm sure you know that people
that k*ll themselves often

tell others that's what
they're planning on doing.

Mm, in retrospect,
Remy probably did, too.

At which point,
I would've told him what I tell myself,

have a nice meal,
find some female companionship,

turn on the TV, go to sleep.

Well, looks like you two built a
pretty successful business, though.

We struggled at first,

but then we got it off the ground.

And you work primarily for who?

Starting out, we ran, uh,
employee profiles,

uh, coordinated security
for store openings.

Then we got to working
for building management.

Handling evictions,
situations with problem tenants,

uh, that kind of thing.

Vince Carter?

(LAUGHS) Yeah. We supplied him

with body men back in the day.

On the slim chance that Remy
didn't k*ll himself,

I mean, can you think of anyone
that might've had a motive

- for k*lling him.
- Not really.

I mean, he didn't have any enemies

that I knew of, uh, didn't put himself
in risky situations.

I think he just checked out
'cause he wanted to check out.

YENKO: So, what's the problem
with your car again?

I don't know, Captain.
Something about the exhaust.

I dropped it off at the shop.

I'll see what I have available.

How about one of the new ones?

He's fixated on this for some reason.

It doesn't have to be

- one of the new ones.
- No, no, no, no, no.

As one who was fixated on a
Chrysler Cordoba, and I had my eye

on a mid-' s Tri-Power Pontiac

with eight-lug wheels, I understand.

Besides, you don't want some
beater from the motor pool.

You want a new car, right?

- He doesn't.
- Ooh, look what

just became available.

Space .

- Seriously?
- Midnight Tour

had it last night, other than that,
right off the showroom floor.

Just keep it nice and tidy,

- you understand?
- Who you think you're talking to?

(CHUCKLES) I forgot,

you're the last person
I got to worry about.

Thank you, Captain. This is fantastic.

I'm gonna go check out the features
before we head out.

YENKO: Hey. We young guys, we like cars.

(BENTLEY LAUGHING)

You know what I was excited about
the last time I changed cars? Huh?

Power windows.

Not having to crank the handle.

- Are you trying to sound old?
- Let me tell you something else.

I'm not taking a course
in computer programing

just so I could operate
the windshield wipers.

(KISSES) What's wrong with this?

- It's nice.
- Yup.

(SIGHS)

Why does it smell like that, though?

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Oh.

(GAGS)

Oh...

(GROANS)

Where you going?

Gonna see which slobs it was
who were in this car.

I can't believe you had
your confidential informant

go all the way to Red Hook
to bring us these.

Hey, when you have
a hero from Defonte's,

you won't care what it took to get here.

I was looking over the crime
scene photographs of the g*n.

The cylinder swung to the
right, meaning it was for a lefty.

His girlfriend said he was a lefty.

And the entry wound
was on the left side, so

all that points to su1c1de.

Well, what's Remy Taylor been up
to since he retired off the job?

Well, he started a security
and property management

business with his ex-partner.

MORALES: We spoke with him this morning.

HAYWOOD: Okay, let's
talk to the girlfriend again

from the angle of a homicide.

What... what, you thinking
nobody ever k*lled themselves

if they had tickets
to the Barclays Center?

Tickets to the Barclays Center,
no su1c1de note,

no stifling near the entry wound.

Unless we hear otherwise,

treat this like a m*rder.

What smells so good? What is that?

KILLIAN: Oh. (CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, this one is eggplant,
and that one is,

uh, shrimp parm. Here,
go ahead, have-have half.

No, that's all right.
Where'd you get them from?

Just, um, a local place.

Some other time.

All right.

I don't think she'd have
a problem with your CI

going all the way to Red Hook
to bring us lunch.

- Like, not at all.
- None for you.

Whatever, man-child.

(VACUUM WHIRRING)

SANDEFORD: Ah, look at that.

One of them was smoking.

They're not allowed
to do that, are they?

I'll k*ll them.

Men.

How's it going, Chief?

- Great. Bentley.
- Yes, sir.

(VACUUM WHIRRING)

HAYWOOD: Chief Suarez,
Sergeant said you were out here.

Oh, yeah. Making my rounds,
getting some gas.

You heard about the
get-together for Remy Taylor?

- Yeah. Y-You gonna be there?
- Out of respect.

Retired cop dies in my precinct,
seems only right.

- All right, maybe I'll see you there.
- Okay.

(ENGINE STARTING)

These are beautiful photos
of you and Remy.

We met at an AA meeting.

Remy had years.
I was working on days.

Is there any chance
he started drinking again?

There's always a chance.

That's why they tell you at meetings
to keep coming back.

- But I would've known.
- Do you know if he was

mixed up in anything
that might've gone bad?

Like what?

Business dealings.

You know, was there someone
who might've held a grudge against him?

Wait a minute, you think
he maybe didn't k*ll himself?

Mm, we have to allow
for that possibility.

Oh, my God.

Well, I have to tell you,

even though he's gone
from me either way,

it makes a world of difference.

It was Remy who got me

to stop drinking and using
and slowly k*lling myself,

and the thought that he
would k*ll himself is unbearable.

Were there problems with anyone at work

that might've led
to someone getting violent?

I mean...

you don't win any popularity
contests evicting people.

I mean, getting violent, though?

About a week ago,

this guy, uh...

Ricky Velasquez came to the house

'cause Remy had evicted
him and his family.

I-I wouldn't say he got violent, though.

Did he make any threats
when he was here?

I mean, what I've
been through in my life,

I don't get threatened that easy.

Did he make what most people
would consider a thr*at?

Yeah.

You know where we might find him?

I-I think he worked as a mechanic
someplace in East New York.

I remember Remy
went over there, and when he came home,

he said he wished he was
repossessing the guy's Harley

so we could both go for a ride on it.

We never got to do that. (CHUCKLES)

♪ Living in the city where
it's gutter and it's gritty ♪

♪ Don't nobody show no pity,
if I die, they coming with me ♪

♪ Yeah, that's just the mentality ♪

♪ Don't end up a casualty,
ain't talking religion ♪

♪ When I said that they gonna
blasphemy, we ready for w*r ♪

♪ 'Cause we don't know nothing else ♪

♪ Smoking, drinking numbs the pain ♪

♪ Don't know the last time
that I slept... ♪

You Ricky Velasquez?

Who's asking?

Detective Killian, - squad.

Does the name "Remy Taylor" ring a bell?

Nope.

This guy.

One of the scumbags who evicted us.

If you paid your rent on time,
maybe that

- wouldn't have happened.
- You come here to aggravate me or what?

I came here because Remy Taylor
might've been m*rder*d.

Are you thinking I had
something to do with it?

I'm asking questions.

I wouldn't have minded k*lling him.

Not sorry he's dead,

- but I didn't do it.
- Ah.

You did go to his house, though.

He threw my wife's clothes
on the street.

He put my kid's bed on the curb.
Are you telling me that there was

no other way to do it?
That that was necessary?

I can absolutely understand
why you'd be mad enough to k*ll the guy.

I'd be mad enough, too.

I fell behind on rent,
had to pay off some gambling debts.

I don't make excuses about it,

but he could've came to me like
a gentleman, and we would've

- worked it out.
- Where were you today, Ricky?

I was at my sister-in-law's
in the Bronx,

sleeping on an air mattress
on the floor.

- Oh, so sad.
- I was telling you where I was.

- That's what you asked, right?
- Keep going.

I took the Train down to th Street,

changed to the L, got off on Sutter,

then walked here and went to
work. I've been at work all day.

You got somebody who can vouch for that?

Yeah. My boss, who's bike this is.

Well, I'm gonna need all
their names and phone numbers.

- You got it, Chief.
- Okay.

BENTLEY: Navigation, directions
to Stanley and Fountain.

NAVIGATION SYSTEM:
Determining route. Turn left

- at second light.
- This is like Knight Rider.

What's that?

Another television show you
haven't seen, apparently.

You've never used
voice-assisted GPS before?

No, believe it or not, I never did.

- It's a real game-changer.
- From what to what?

Try it. G-Give it a command.

Doesn't even have to be
an address. Anything.

Miss Navigation, please.

Just-just-just Navigation.

Navigation.

NAVIGATION SYSTEM:
Where would you like to go?

The post office.

Be-be a little more specific.

Well, the East New York post office.

NAVIGATION SYSTEM: In feet, prepare

to turn left on Pitkin Avenue.

No, that's wrong.
I-I wouldn't go that way, see.

No, no, straight up Livonia,
just five minutes.

(IMITATES WHOOSH)

Remy liked talking on the phone.

He called the woman he lived with,
he called his office,

he called Kurt Walsh's cell phone,

and he called this guy.

What guy?

Antoine Jordan.

There's an Antoine Jordan
who has a podcast.

Yeah, he's out of East New York.

According to Remy's planner,

he met with an Antoine Jordan
two weeks ago

and was scheduled
to meet with him again.

YENKO: Opinionated, radical,

commentary we would all take issue with.

Why was Remy Taylor
meeting with him again?

Maybe he was gonna do another
interview for the podcast.

Maybe someone wanted
to make sure that didn't happen.

♪ ♪

(KNOCKING)

I help you?

- Antoine Jordan?
- Yeah.

Detective Killian, - squad.
I'd like to talk to you.

About what?

Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like to do it

- back at the precinct.
- Am I under arrest?

- No.
- So, I don't have to

go back to the precinct.

Uh, no, I guess you don't.

You just like the idea
that it'd be on your turf

because that's the kind
of power trip you're on.

No, actually, I'd be asking you things
of a confidential nature,

and I'd like to not be overheard.

You want to talk to me
about Remy Taylor.

You're right.

He had a lot to say about the way it was

back in the ' s and ' s.

Talked about how they'd
"tune up a perp."

Said when they were working out the - ,

sometimes they'd throw the mouthy ones
down a flight of stairs.

Remy promised to give me
a tour of the precinct

and show me those stairs.

Well, come back there with me,

I'll give you the tour.

("LET'S REMEMBER THE GOOD
TIMES" BY VALERIE CARR PLAYING)

♪ Let's remember the good times ♪

♪ All that we had ♪

♪ Forget all the bad times,
all that we dread ♪

♪ The bad times will keep us ♪

♪ So sad and then... ♪

(OVERLAPPING, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hey.

I, uh, just heard from crime scene.

Based on the trajectory of the b*llet,

Remy Taylor did not k*ll himself.

Crime scene's calling you
directly with that information?

At my request.

This guy was in narcotics
in the ' s and ' s.

Whether he k*lled himself or not,

there are a lot of cops from back then
who are nervous about why.

WOMAN: I'm-I'm sorry, excuse me?

Are you Regina Haywood?

I am.

I'm sure you don't remember me.

Um, I'm Denise Walsh.

You're Mo Haywood's daughter.

- Right.
- Right, so he worked with my father.

- My father's Kurt Walsh.
- (KURT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

HAYWOOD: Oh, yes, of
course. I remember your father.

How well did you know Remy Taylor?

Very well.

- He was like my uncle.
- Oh.

I mean, he and my father
were like brothers. So...

Sorry, how-how well did you know him?

Oh, I didn't know him.

Unfortunately, he d*ed
in the - precinct

where I'm the commanding officer.

These old-school guys... You know, like,

like my father,
like your father, like Remy...

They just keep everything... inside

until the pressure just
gets to be too much.

You won't believe this,

but I actually convinced my
father to go and see somebody.

- Like a shrink?
- No, like a, just a counselor.

More like a life coach.

My dad agreed and I set up
an appointment.

And then of course when
it is actually time to go,

to the appointment this morning he says,

"No, I'm too busy," and I ended up

having to reschedule the whole thing.

Well, I'm surprised you got him to go
in the first place.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

DENISE: He just never complains.

Never says nothing to nobody.

Just carries the whole
world on his back.

Uh, thank you all for being here.

- Detective.
- Oh!

How you doing, Chief?

- Sorry for your trouble.
- Thank you.

Remy was one of the good ones.

That he was. Share a memory.

Mm. How recently had you talked to him?

I talked to him every day.

Stopped coming to the office, but

I called him every morning,

if there was an Islanders
game or the Jets or...

Yeah.

I heard something that
I thought would make him laugh.

Then he started going downhill.

What, physically?

I don't know if it was
Alzheimer's or what it was,

but Remy, he just wasn't the same.

Hmm.

♪ The good times,
the bad times forever ♪

♪ The good times ♪

- Hi.
- You smell good.

So do you.

I talked to our union delegate
about what would happen

if someone found out about us.

Found out about what, Andre?

He said we wouldn't
necessarily get in trouble,

but one of us might be transferred.

You're not worried that the delegate

might be the one to spread it around?

Well, obviously I didn't
give him our real names.

Well, obviously.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Wow.
- Bentley how's the new ride?

Good, excellent, great.

Brandy.

Sarge.

- That was a close call.
- Yeah. Not the first time.

Right, 'cause you think
Sandeford caught us.

You can never be sure with Sandeford.

Would you rather declare a moratorium?

Moratorium on what?

Touching.

No, we can touch.

I think we better not.

Ooh.

(EXHALES)

You know, the only thing
that doesn't make sense

is that Remy was a cop.

For the life of me, I can't understand

why he'd be talking to a cop hater.

I don't hate all cops.

You sure do hate a lot of them.

You want to talk about why?

'Cause we're r*cist, h*m*,

only interested in protecting
rich white privilege... Am I close?

You think by saying it like
a joke you make it less true?

Yeah, I'd like to hear the
interview you did with him.

Check the website.
I post a schedule of upcoming episodes.

Could always get a search warrant.

So get one.

I get a search warrant,
I'll turn that studio upside down.

You're all about the thr*at, right?

If it's not a flight of stairs,
it's a search warrant.

What I'm all about,
is investigating a dead police officer.

Now is that something that you
think the police should not be doing?

I'm not getting into
a philosophical discussion

in a police precinct,
especially, given its history.

Not this precinct.

All right, we might be wasting
our time with this one.

Maybe not.

HAYWOOD: How you doing, Antoine?
I'm Regina Haywood.

Deputy Inspector, right?

Very good, very good.

Most people, they can't identify
rank by uniform.

I spend a lot of time
checking you people out.

I've listened to your podcast. It shows.

You listen to my podcast?

I want to know what people
in the community think about us.

I don't agree with a lot of the things

you and your guests say, but I think

- it's important that I hear them.
- Why is that?

Because you might know
something I don't,

and if you do and it's relevant
to the way I do my job,

then I want to know them, too.

Mm-hmm.

I take you seriously
as a journalist, Mr. Jordan,

and I don't believe
that the only news gathering

can be done by mainstream media, so...

and I'm serious about this,
if ever, in the course of your work,

you want access to me or my officers,

I would encourage you to ask for it.

What do you want from me?

Your interview with Remy Taylor.

JORDAN: People have told me

that narcotics detectives from the -

were regularly shaking down
drug dealers back then.

People told you that?

JORDAN: Urban myth? It didn't happen?

If I told you some of the things we did.

- Like what?
- It wouldn't shock you to learn

that some of us had girlfriends

- on the side, would it?
- Not really, no.

Or that a certain individual...

Whose name I won't mention...

Put a g*n in a drug dealer's ear.

Took him for over $ , cash

and a white Coupe de Ville
which... (CHUCKLES)

he gave to his girlfriend
for Valentine's Day.

JORDAN: Who was the drug dealer?
Do you remember?

TAYLOR: Some lowlife getting
rich selling dope's who he was.

And we made them fear us,
you understand?

We'd get out of the car
and they'd scurry like rats.

And because they were drug
dealers, no one ever pressed charges.

What's that?

JORDAN: No one ever pressed charges
because there were drug dealers.

Oh, Yolo tried.

Threatened to go to the Feds.

Which is why they fished his body
out of Newtown Creek.

There was a drug dealer in
East New York named Yolo Linden,

who was m*rder*d in .

Body was fished out of Newtown Creek.
m*rder never solved.

Why would Remy Taylor
be talking about it?

Antoine pressed him to say which cops

Yolo threatened to go to the Feds about.

To single them out by name?

Remy agreed to do it.

MORALES: He made it
like it was a coming attraction.

He said he'd do it next time
he was interviewed.

So if there was no next time?

These were the meds
Remy had prescriptions for?

Yeah. Also that one.
It didn't have a label.

You know, ever since those two
from Manhattan South Homicide

took over our desks,
my chair just hasn't been right.

Walsh told Chief Suarez

that Remy Taylor started
showing signs of dementia.

Antoine Jordan interviewed Remy.

He didn't say anything like that.

On the other hand,

he wanted to believe
what Remy was telling him

and put it on his podcast.

What do you think, Detective?

I think I'm gonna need a new chair.

(TRAFFIC SOUNDS, HORNS HONKING)

So what did you want
to talk to me about?

If someone was taking
unapproved or bootleg meds

for dementia, would anyone
at the DEA be looking at that?

I doubt it.

But even if they were, that's not

the kind of thing
I would know anything about.

- Okay.
- Mm.

Oh, what'd you get?

One sticky bun, one bear claw.

- Which one do you want?
- I don't care.

Have both. I don't eat sweets.

And you're a vegetarian.

For years.

That's not some undercover
persona you put on? That's real?

That's real.

So what about when you're
hanging out with Authentic

and the Santiagos and them,
and they going out for steak

or ribs or hamburgers.

You tell them you don't eat meat?

Right.

What about when they doing dr*gs?

I tell 'em I don't do dr*gs.

Which doesn't make them suspicious.

No, what makes them suspicious is
when you don't seem genuine.

When I'm with them,
I don't front like I'm anything I'm not.

Except being a cop.

Except being a cop.

(CHUCKLES)

So what about when you're not with them?

You suspect I'm less
than genuine when I'm with you?

You've lived a double life
long enough for me to wonder.

One thing I can tell you
with absolute sincerity...

...you don't have to wonder.

Ever.

Okay.

Remy Taylor sat for an interview

with a podcaster named Antoine Jordan.

He started talking out of school.

Mm-hmm, saying what?

That a cop k*lled a CI
named Yolo Linden.

Get you something here?

No, thank you.

I know from the file
Yolo Linden was your CI.

First one.

Yolo.

He was always talking
about that one big score.

That it would be his last.

He got it in his head

that he was gonna buy a ranch
in Montana, but this kid, he...

he clearly had never
been west of Jersey City.

His m*rder never cleared.

Nah, it never did.

So how much was it
out there that Remy Taylor

was talking out of school?

I don't think Remy hid the fact...

The podcaster listed the interview

on his website as a coming attraction.

I'm asking, because if..

Part of Remy's dementia was
that he didn't keep it a secret,

the cops that he was talking about

might've known that it was gonna air.

I agree. Is there any way

that we can get our hands
on the case file quickly?

See what I can do.

I appreciate it.

Ooh, I'm b*at.

What a day.

I don't understand what
we're stopping back here for.

We're stopping back here
so I could illustrate a point.

Those are the guys
that trashed our new car.

How do you know?

Because I know.

Oh! How come you guys
keep trash in your locker?

Somebody put it in there, Sandeford.

Who would do something like that?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

They didn't even separate the recycling.

What are you a wise guy?

I'm just trying
to lighten up the mood, man.

Get it?

Got it.

Good.

As per your request.

I decided to bring it over
myself 'cause I want a minimum

amount of people involved.

Hey, Chief. Oh, what have we got here?

- How you doing, Stan?
- Oh, the Linden case.

You know, I was looking
at that interview

with Remy Taylor, and I couldn't
help but think that

much of it was just the product
of a fevered imagination.

HAYWOOD: Well, the chief pulled the file

on Yolo Linden's m*rder
for us to sift through.

It's a lot to go through and
ordinarily I would suggest that

we get a team of researchers together,

but that would mean more
people. What-what's he doing?

Stan, he's a speed-reader.

- He's actually reading that?
- No, I'm not reading in the sense

that you curl up with a good
book and savor the writing, but

I have a fairly good retention
rate for names and places,

and that's what
we're looking for, right?

Are any of those names
jumping out at you, Stan?

Remy Taylor, of course,
then there's his partner,

- Kurt Walsh.
- Wh-what's in there about Walsh?

Yolo was known to drive
a white Coupe de Ville.

And when he was found m*rder*d,
the registration on the car

had been transferred
to a Danielle Luria.

Danielle Luria...
was Kurt Walsh's girlfriend.

I appreciate you taking the time

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- to meet with me, Kurt.

You are Mo Haywood's daughter.
How could I not?

It's so funny to run into you
yesterday after all those years.

I know.

We share a history together, don't we?

Uh, we got hold of an interview

Remy did with a guy
named Antoine Jordan,

and in the course
of the interview Remy referred

to the m*rder of a confidential
informant named Yolo Linden.

He said that Yolo was k*lled by a cop.

- Huh. I have no idea.
- Are you thinking

that Remy maybe is the cop
that k*lled him?

Honey... what are you speculating for?

- We have no idea.
- HAYWOOD: Well, you were

Remy's partner, I thought
you might have an idea.

Hmm, sorry to disappoint you,
but I don't.

Can I ask where you were
yesterday morning between the hours

of say, : a.m. and noon?

What, are you suspecting me
of something?

I'm being thorough.

I was with my daughter, okay?

She's got me going
to some psychologist...

uh, life coach or whatever they call it.

We were on our way to his office,
uh, in Wantaugh, right?

Yeah, right, in Wantaugh.

Well, we're in the car, I get this call
from Annika that...

Remy has d*ed.

Um, needless to say,
I, I canceled the appointment.

Sorry to put you through all this.

Don't worry.

Uh, it's not like I haven't sat
where you're sitting now.

You got to do
what you got to do, right, that's all.

Honey, I got to get over
to Starrett City.

Yeah, okay, Daddy.

Hard to believe

Mo Haywood's daughter, an inspector.

Deputy Inspector.

Ah. Stay safe.

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I worry about him.

Denise, I'm trying to square two things

that seem to contradict each other.

- Yeah, what's that, hon?
- At the bar,

you said your father
canceled the appointment

you made for him
because he was too busy.

God, did I say that? (LAUGHS)

You know, I really don't remember.

Just now, he said that
he canceled the appointment

when he got word Remy was dead.

Right, so what are you saying?

Both those things can't be true.

What is this, is this a whole
interrogation all of a sudden?

No, it's a homicide
investigation, Denise,

and if there are inconsistencies,
they need to be explained.

You know, I just think it's funny

that both of our fathers were cops,

and you wanted to follow
in your father's footsteps.

You know, that thought
never even occurred to me.

Are you lying to protect
your father, Denise?

I'm not saying one way
or the other, Regina.

But if I am,
I'm gonna go right on lying.

If you'll excuse me.

(DOOR OPENS)

(KNOCKING) Who is it?

Police. Open up.

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

You called ?

This guy says he's coming to k*ll me.

He knows where I work.
He knows where I live.

He knows where my girlfriend lives.

Did he say why he wanted to k*ll you?

Here.

Listen.

KURT: You're gonna broadcast
on your stupid little podcast

what some senile old man
says he remembers

from years ago?
Not gonna happen, babe.

Not if you value your life.

The interview was with a retired
detective named Remy Taylor.

Who we found dead.

You got someplace to go... Relative's,

friend's... Until this gets sorted out?

I guess so.

That's what I'd do, man.

Can y'all stay until I finish packing?

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

Do I know you?

I don't know.

You're-you're retired off the job,

- aren't you?
- Right.

See, cops have a certain way of walking.
You can always tell.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, probably so.

Yeah.

I remember where I know you from.

You were at the - .

- No, man, I was never at the - .
- When did you retire?

- .
- And you never

- were never at the - ?
- I just told ya.

- I was never at the - .
- Thank you.

- Hands up against the wall.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hands up.
- What are you doing?

I'm a retired detective.
I am licensed to carry.

What the hell are you doing?

You're not licensed to thr*aten
to k*ll people over the phone.

What are you talking about?

You have a very distinctive voice, man.

Let's go. License to carry.

Okay, let's go.

- Hey, guys, how's it going?
- Good.

I'm gonna take him up to the squad.

- So how's the new car?
- Good.

So good. Sandeford doesn't know
how to work anything,

- but even he seems happy with it. Yeah.
- Good.

So Sergeant Kee told me
that they're gonna put me

with a new partner, but
they haven't said who yet.

You tell him
what personality types to avoid?

- To avoid?
- Yeah.

How about anyone that's not you?

Look, I don't want to keep this a secret
any longer than we need to.

KURT: So now I'm a suspect?

You and your daughter's stories
don't line up, Kurt.

It's been a stressful couple of days.

I-I, I may have missed a few details...

KILLIAN: Yeah, Remy
said the two of you were

shaking down drug dealers,
one of them got sick of it,

threatened to go to the Feds.

You weren't gonna let
that happen, so you k*lled him.

Did you rehearse that in front
of your bathroom mirror, Detective?

Hmm? (LAUGHS)

I go where the evidence leads me.

What evidence?

Was your partner making

- all that up?
- First of all,

he offered it up on some Mickey Mouse
radio show or podcast

or whatever it is, and second

of all, Remy didn't know
whether he was coming or going.

He very well might've made it up.

So now you're gonna take
what he says as gospel

and use it against me?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Let's see, why don't you, um...

take a look at that.

JORDAN: No one ever pressed
charges because they were drug dealers.

Oh, Yolo tried.
Threatened to go to the Feds.

Which is why they fished his body
out of Newtown Creek.

Now you might be able
to get away with k*lling

Yolo Linden. -year-old case.

Most of the witnesses are
either dead or in the wind.

But your partner's death, that's...

that's gonna be a little tougher.

How long do you think your daughter's

gonna hold up under cross-examination?

She's a sweet girl, that Denise.

I don't think she's gonna last very long
defending Daddy.

She's all you got in the way

- of an alibi, Kurt.
- HAYWOOD: They'll nail her

for perjury and then you both
end up going away.

Look, I'm sure you have
information on other dirty cops.

Look, work with the D.A.,
the U.S. Attorney.

Maybe they'll go easy on you
when it comes to sentencing.

- (SHOUTS)
- HAYWOOD: Yeah, 'cause Remy Taylor,

he couldn't stop going on
about your adventures

back in the day and he
couldn't be trusted to stop.

That was Alzheimer's doing this!

It doesn't matter. Eventually
somebody would've picked up on it.

The case would've been opened
and then where would you be?

If it was me that went off my nut,

Remy would've clipped me
without hesitation.

Instead you did it to him!

Yeah.

I did it to him.

You also have to answer
for k*lling Yolo Linden.

Why, because he was your CI?

Because he was a human being, Kurt.

All right, turn around, come on.

Hands behind your back.
Come on, turn around.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

All right, yeah?

Let's go.

Guys like that never stop
missing the way it used to be, do they?

Well, they'd say
they had it good back then.

And what about the rest of us?

Different story.

Yeah, I bet it was.

(HORNS HONKING)

Must be tough on you buying
your coffee from a bodega.

Why would it be tough on me?

'Cause you can't specify what kind

- of nut milk you want to put in it.
- Why...

Why is what I eat or drink
an issue of such importance to you, huh?

'Cause I'm your training officer.

Yeah, what's that got to do with it?

You're training me to be a cop.

No, I'm training you to be like me.

If you're training me to be like you,

why don't you let me drive
every once in a while?

Think fast.

- Ooh!
- Want to drive?

Let's go. You sitting on
over there all excited.

All right.

♪ Look at me now... ♪

- Who's got it better than us?
- Nobody.

What's up, man?

- Bentley!
- Oh, no.

Oh, no.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- , - , my partner's down!
(GROANING)

Cop sh*t, New Lots and Van Siclen.

Get a bus down here now!

Where you hit? (GRUNTS)

I'm right here with you.

Stay with me. I got you.
I'm right here with you.

I'm right here with you.

Stay with me.

(SIRENS WAILING) I got you.