BADILLO: Really? A ' Chevelle?
- Yep.
- The SS with the V?
- Whitewall rally mags.
- Wow.
Who knew Sergeant Straight-Laced
drives such a bitchin' car?
- Hey, I drive it, too.
- MAN: Give me my money!
Oh, well, at least someone
exceeds the speed limit in it.
WOMAN: (GRUNTS) Help!
Help! Police!
- Hey!
- Hey! Whoa! Hey!
- Hand it over already!
- Hey!
Calm down. Hey, calm down, sir.
- She stiffed me on my change.
- Whoa.
Let me guess. To buy more booze?
Screw you. (GROANS)
He gave me ten. I gave him three back.
- That's correct change.
- You only gave me two!
- Hey! Hey, hey.
- Hey! Hey!
Then why do you have three bills
in your hand, smart guy?
Give me my money!
Whoa! Okay.
Put your hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back!
You're making a big mistake.
I'm gonna ruin your damn lives.
Yeah, yeah, we've heard that before.
- Let's go. (GRUNTS)
- Come on, tough guy.
DANNY: One word:
catnap.
I'm pretty sure that's two words.
However many words it is,
it's the only thing that got me
and Linda through our babies.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Reagan.
Yeah, I know Maggie Gibson. Why?
Okay.
Yeah, thanks, Detective.
Something wrong with our psychic?
Maggie was stabbed.
She's being rushed to the E.R.
right now.
We got to go.
(DOOR OPENS)
What's this? They said
I was headed to Central Booking.
HOFFMAN: Right after you chat
with our FIS, Sergeant Reagan.
FIS?
- Field Intelligence Sergeant.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
Whatever that means.
Well, what's more important is
what you have for me.
If you can give me something good,
I may be able to convince
the D.A. to go easy on your...
catalytic converter theft.
Yo, I don't know how
that got in my truck.
Car parts just falling
from the sky these days?
I blame climate change.
You're out there ripping off
hardworking people, Gilbert.
Do something good for a change
and help me help you.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
A'ight.
You know all those g*ns
flooding these streets recently?
Yeah, everyone here does.
I know the dude who sends out a text
for buyers to show up
at a certain corner.
Dude pulls up, pops his trunk, game on.
(CHUCKLES)
By the time - gets
wind, dude is long gone.
- Dude got a name?
- (PEN CLICKS)
- Sheree Shea.
- That sounds like a woman's name.
Okay, I don't know his name,
but Sheree's his boo.
This is getting thinner by the second.
Yo, I swear, I saw Sheree last week,
and she says her man is
a one-stop Glock shop.
Now, they hang /,
so if you follow her...
It leads right to him.
(PEN CLICKS)
And Lieutenant Doyle
from the Ceremonial Unit
needs minutes when you can
about the Connors funeral.
End of day.
Oh, Forty-Three's send-off's
gonna be a pip.
I mean, the racket afterwards.
Who or what is Forty-Three?
Bill Connors, the late P.C.
Who called him Forty-Three?
Well, he called himself that.
He was the rd NYPD commissioner.
So his friends started
calling him that, too.
And so it was his enemies who
called him "Con-Game Connors"?
- Hey, respect.
- Listen,
he wasn't perfect,
but he was loyal as they come.
Loyal to who?
To his fellow cops.
In transit, where he started.
In this office, where he ended up.
Right up to the end.
And he never missed a single walkout
or racket when a cop retired.
That's one way to look at it.
Moving on.
There another way?
Yes.
You want to call it?
Maybe we put a pin in this?
You might want to ask yourself,
if he was so great at the job,
why did he suddenly resign?
And why did
his chief of department... me...
get called up
to replace him the next day?
Mistakes were made.
That's an understatement.
Knives were out.
I'd like to take a moment of silence
in memory and respect for Forty-Three.
♪
♪
♪
Mrs. Connors, sir.
(SIGHS)
Thank you, Baker.
Mrs. Connors.
Oh. Julia, please.
It's been years
since I was Mrs. Connors.
Please have a seat.
My condolences.
Thank you.
You wanted to see me?
I know something that you don't know.
Pretty much everybody does.
(CHUCKLES)
About the circumstances of
my husband's resignation
from this office.
Yeah.
Water under the bridge.
All cards on the table.
As you wish.
If you remember,
the investigation started with a tip
to Internal Affairs
from an anonymous source.
Oh, I remember.
Whose identity was never revealed.
Until now.
Christmas bottles of scotch
turned into cash deposits.
The golf outings at Bethpage
turned into full-blown junkets
in the Bahamas.
Again, water under the bridge.
Really?
How?
What's done is done,
and Bill Connors has passed.
He kept up thousands of close
friendships in this department.
So I'm told.
He has two grown children.
One's a sergeant in the Miami P.D.,
another an EMT in New Haven.
Well, that is a fine legacy of service.
The point is, anything less
than the full-blown
police commissioner's send-off
for him...
(CHUCKLES)
is gonna speak volumes.
What makes you think
I'd do anything less?
Well, I've kept up friendships
in this department as well.
The head of your Ceremonial Unit
was a Thanksgiving orphan
for us many times
when he was under Bill's command.
I understand it's gonna be
less than a full salute.
All cards on the table?
Please.
(SIGHS)
He was an effective cop
and front and center as P.C.
during one of the most difficult times
in the history of this city.
That's a real part of his legacy.
The other part is...
he dishonored the department
and especially this office in the end.
With his eyes wide open
and both hands grabbing.
There's another thing I know
and you don't know.
After his resignation
and up until his death,
he worked for God's Grace to All,
the food bank, , hours a week.
For one dollar a year.
And never told a soul.
I think it's only fair you add that
to the right side of his ledger.
Thanks for your time.
Really? Is he being released?
Oh, hello, Officers.
- Come to apologize?
- The apology owed is yours
for harassing that vendor and
taking a swing at my partner.
If my client was such a public menace,
would he be released on
a desk appearance ticket?
Influence doesn't equal innocence.
Either way, we're leaving.
Don't worry. I'll see you again.
So young. Such a d*ck.
Maybe the next one will be a sweetheart.
Um, I'll meet you at the car.
Yeah.
Whatever's making you so happy,
I want some of it, too.
I got a lead on that mystery
g*n dealer working our streets.
Better yet, I just found out
the woman who's gonna lead me
to him is already
conveniently parked on Rikers.
BAEZ: You sure you're all right?
It's only one s*ab wound,
and the doctor said
that it sutured up beautifully.
Don't forget your concussion.
Oh, it's minor.
(CHUCKLES) Well, don't worry,
we will find this guy.
Eventually.
No prints, no witnesses.
And your building's
security system is on the blink.
And you saw nothing
during the att*ck at all?
He came in from behind,
- and-and all I saw was a blur.
- Okay.
But you told me before that
sometimes you get flashes
when you're around bad energy.
I would say today
you were definitely around
some bad energy.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Do you see something right now?
Nothing.
Okay. Um...
No, no, no, no.
I mean... nothing at all.
Um, usually, there's a stream
of color behind my eyelids,
and, um, when someone
speaks from beyond,
their voice comes out of that.
But it's gone.
It's probably just the concussion.
No, what if it's really gone?
What if the att*ck took it from me
and it's never gonna come back?
What about enemies, Maggie?
Did anyone ever thr*aten you?
(SIGHS) You
know what?
A few months ago,
the husband of a woman that I helped,
he started screaming at me
in the grocery store.
Spit was flying,
and his face was all red.
And he was screaming that
I told his wife to divorce him.
Well, that's not nothing.
I call shotgun.
Since when don't you want to drive?
Since I went out with a couple
college buddies last night
and one beer became a dozen beers,
three sh*ts and a strip club.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, partner, this is our ride.
I want to show you something.
- You didn't.
- I did.
You drove the Chevelle here?
Figured you'd want to see
it in all its classic,
Chevy, fuel-injected, LT glory.
Oh, my God.
(PANTING)
No.
How can you say no?
It's two letters and one syllable.
It's very easy to pronounce.
But I need her back out
on the street so that I can...
And I need her in jail because
she's been arrested times
for shoplifting in the past three years.
And every time she's released,
we're hit with some big headline like:
"Sticky Fingers Sheree
Sprung to Steal Again."
Well, what do you want
the headlines to read?
That "D.A. Hopeful Erin Reagan
Stops Stealing Spree"?
That's not fair.
But accurate.
Anthony, will you please
tell Jamie here that it's nuts
to spin the revolving door
and let Sheree Shea
back out on the streets?
Sounds to me like
Jamie may have a point.
What?
What you always say to me.
Uh, sometimes we got to let
a minor evil slide
so we can stop a bigger one.
Hmm. Okay, well,
then I will release her.
Really?
Yeah, and Anthony here can go with you.
- Me?
- Yes.
I'm not volunteering.
Oh, it certainly sounded like you were.
♪
All right, my guy at Rikers said
she'd be dropped right here
with her belongings and a MetroCard.
Jamie, I know how a release works,
- okay?
- Yeah.
OFFICER: All right,
ladies, everyone out.
See? No one keeps Sheree in a cage.
Free as a bird, baby!
- (LAUGHS)
- (GROANS)
Later.
Okay, I think a good plan
of action would...
Yeah, and I also know
how to follow a perp.
- Come on.
- Right.
So, I parked the car at hours.
There I am.
So someone did this
before we finished roll call
and headed out on patrol.
There. There he is.
Except...
Is that a girl?
Diane Tobin.
You know her?
We hooked up a couple times.
And it just fizzled out.
Typical Big Apple romance, you know?
No, I don't know.
I also don't know why the hell
she'd smash my windshield.
You got a minute?
Of course, boss.
You got a bone to pick, let's have it.
That an order?
Okay.
Bill Connors may not have been
a shining example of everything,
but he doesn't deserve...
nobody deserves...
to be judged by their worst day.
Worst day?
Okay, bad patch.
You got to put this guy in context.
- God rest his soul.
- I do.
He was there for us as cops,
as a C.O., as a P.C.
Yeah, I know.
He never missed a walkout
or a retirement racket.
Well, that counts for a lot
in the great scheme of things.
Well, there is another way
to look at it,
the way the guy who sits in my chair
has an obligation to look at it.
Yeah, okay, what?
Well, all that really means is
Bill Connors never missed
a parade or an open bar.
That's not a knock,
but it's hardly a hallmark
of distinguished service.
That investigation turned up
a breathtaking amount of graft,
patronage, abuse of office,
even outright theft.
(SIGHS) But...
...the thing I couldn't get past...
Not to leave this room.
Go ahead.
On /, the NYPD took an apartment
a couple blocks from the scene
so that the chiefs
who were working down there
would have a place
to take a break, eat a meal,
maybe even cry.
Bill Connors kept that apartment
forever after
on the NYPD's dime.
Had it remodeled, stocked with booze,
stocked with food
from Nobu and Delmonico's,
all on the NYPD's dime.
And all so he could
entertain his girlfriends.
Who does that?
Boss.
But you guys,
P.C.s,
you're kind of like New York's popes.
Stretch like that, you're
gonna pull a hamstring, Sid.
No, no, no. Hear me out.
Pope Leo the Fifth may have
hated Pope Leo the Fourth,
but he would never disrespect
him by skimping on the funeral.
It'd be a slap against
the whole institution,
not just his predecessor.
Boss, it's just not done.
(SIGHS)
JAMIE: For someone who's been in jail,
she's certainly in no rush
to see her g*n-selling boyfriend.
Well, maybe she made you already.
Me?
Kid, your whole vibe screams cop.
I mean, e-even in plain clothes,
it looks like you're
marching in dress blues.
And now she's stealing.
Yeah, relax.
That's-that's what she does.
ABETEMARCO: What,
and we got to watch her do it?
Yeah.
- Uh-oh, incoming.
- Hey!
Hey, how you doing, Carl?
How are you, man?
Wow, it's been a long time.
I haven't seen you in, like, forever.
We're the police. We need you
to let that woman
just keep doing what she's doing.
She's putting merchandise
down her shirt.
And we got to let her.
Yeah, even if it kills us.
So, how are the twins?
They got to be as tall as
you these days, huh? Wow.
See ya.
And who the hell is Carl?
(SIREN WAILING)
(GROANS) He had an alibi?
Just like he sneered he would.
(SIGHS) Well, right now, that is
the least of my problems.
You still can't see to the other side?
And many times in my life
I've called it a curse.
When I was six, I went
to our priest and asked him
if God gave me this because he hated me.
But then
people started coming to me,
and I could help you guys.
Well, look,
it's gonna come back, Maggie.
It will.
Well, Danny, listen,
I hope that you are right
because I'm just gonna be a sitting duck
if this guy decides
to come back and finish the job.
They are discharging me.
They can't discharge you.
You're healing. You can't leave.
Insurance says I'm ready to go.
Hey, well, screw the insurance.
I'm gonna say something
to the doc so you can stay.
No, no, no, no, no.
You could come home with me.
Really?
Yeah. As long as you don't mind
a baby crying from time to time.
(SIGHS)
Luis.
Diane.
I guess I know why you're here.
She doesn't even deny it.
Whatever you think he is,
he's not. Trust me.
Save yourself the trouble.
What are you talking about?
I mean, we kind of even look alike.
He obviously has a type.
Yeah, so do I: my husband.
Eddie, she confessed.
We got what we need.
Well, don't worry, Eddie.
You'll find out when one day he
just up and disappears on you.
Like he did to me
after ten months together.
Well, like I said, I have a husband.
But ten months?
I thought that was just a couple times.
It doesn't matter.
Put your hands behind your back.
What's wrong with me, Luis?
Was I such a terrible person?
Did you get scared when I said
we should move in together?
Diane, we've been through
this a million times.
Just... just tell me what I did
wrong, and I'll leave you alone.
Okay, we're done here.
Do you want this collar or not?
What I want is not to have been
dragged into this crap storm
by my own partner.
If you want to stay
and explain yourself, fine.
I'm leaving.
ALL: Bless us, O Lord,
and these thy gifts which we are
about to receive from thy bounty,
through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
JANKO: Please excuse any nummy noises
coming from me 'cause these
scalloped potatoes look amazing.
Kind of gotten used to all the noises
that come from that side of the table.
Hey, where's my fork?
Up your butt and around the corner.
(CHUCKLES): What did you say?
Excuse me?
What? You guys have
never heard that one before?
Never.
- Not once.
- (CHUCKLES): No.
Kids at school used to
say it all the time.
Wow. My school, we said, uh, "Up
your nose with a rubber hose."
At least that rhymed.
Or maybe "I'm rubber,
you're glue," but...
I don't know. I kind of like it.
- Thank you.
- You?
That sounds like an appropriate place
to send Bill Connors for his funeral.
Pop.
We do not speak ill of the dead
at this table.
Unless you got a good reason.
Where do I start?
(SIGHS) From the day Pop left One PP,
he has been under the impression
that Bill Connors somehow
was behind his dismissal.
Somehow?
The guy had the mayor's ear at the time.
And that's where this stops.
What, are you saying I'm wrong?
No, I'm just saying it's complicated,
like everything else in life.
Okay?
Okay.
Thank you. End of discussion.
Oh.
Here it is. It was in my lap.
JAMIE: Mystery solved.
Here's another mystery, Jamie.
Why are you here and not following
that woman I released for you?
Anthony said he'd sit on her
for a couple hours.
Poor woman. She'll suffocate.
(CHUCKLES)
Sit on her house.
Oh. Sit on her house. Right.
Okay, here's a question.
Who's the person that broke your
heart, and how did you react?
Mine was
Scott Andrews.
I was in sixth grade,
and I bawled for days.
Angela Ramsey.
I definitely sniffled
a few times over her.
Burt Bailey.
Dumped me right before
the prom, and I was mad.
DANNY: Yeah. TP'd his house.
What about you, Gramps?
Louise Tattersol.
She drove me right into Betty's
arms, and I never looked back.
- Aw.
- DANNY: Good for him.
Dad?
Well, she didn't exactly do it
on purpose,
but it certainly broke my heart.
So I did what the rest
of us did: drove back home
from the cemetery
and cried around this table.
Mm. Yeah, Dad.
Way to bring the room down, hon.
Yeah, where do we go from here?
Up your butt and around the corner.
- (LAUGHTER)
- ERIN: Whoa!
Whoa.
SEAN: Good one.
She's so beautiful.
And clearly loves you.
Yeah, somehow I've always had
a knack of calming down babies.
Oh. Well, that makes one of us.
(CHUCKLES)
For some reason, growing up,
I always kept them at a distance,
like they were something I was
supposed to take a photo with
until a family member took 'em back.
Until you looked into her little eyes.
(LAUGHS): Yes.
And then my whole world
turned upside down,
like I could never imagine.
Yeah.
Thank you, Maria, for taking me in.
I know you've had your doubts
about what I do.
Or what I used to do.
(ELENA FUSSING)
Oh. Oh.
(CRYING)
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. (CRYING STOPS)
(HUMMING GENTLE TUNE)
(GRUNTS)
I-I can't remember
the rest of that lullaby
after so many years. (CHUCKLES)
Your daughter.
She's the reason why
losing your gift hurts so much?
Yeah.
Ever since the minute
that Jeanette was m*rder*d,
every night
before I fall asleep, I see her.
And she's as alive
and beautiful as ever.
And even if it's only for one moment...
...our hearts are together again.
And so if that goes away,
I don't...
I'm sorry. If that goes away...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
BADILLO: You're mad at me?
You're the one who made us
look like fools.
Because you lied to me.
I told you, it's complicated.
Okay.
There are two people
in every relationship,
and Diane isn't an angel.
Does she have a criminal record?
I don't think so.
I want to talk to her.
Like, alone?
I may not know the whole story,
but I can tell when someone's been hurt
and does something out of desperation.
So maybe she deserves something
besides handcuffs.
- Eddie...
- Just tell me where I can find her.
(SIGHS)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
♪
I b*at you to it.
My first time here, too.
You're thinking, "How did she
know I'd want to see for myself
how complete was
Bill Connors' transformation?"
You really think you can read me?
I really think I can read a cop.
I was married to one.
And I can read a police commissioner.
I was married to one of them, too.
Trust but verify.
If you guys had
an honest motto, that'd be it.
And not to sound like
a, uh, broken record...
...but I know something you don't know.
Hmm.
Apparently, he kept a neat office.
Leave it to Bill Connors
to find himself a no-show job.
How little of his story was true?
When I got here, I asked around.
The, uh, hours a week
were more like minutes.
And of the were
hitting on the female staffers.
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, Julia.
Seems like the only good he did was
working those benefit galas
for donations.
Well, that's something.
Yeah.
They also serve
who glad-hand and backslap.
I hate this.
I mean, this is the last straw.
(SIGHS)
Whatever you want to do.
I certainly, uh, wouldn't expect
you to speak at his service.
Everyone else will.
What the hell would you say?
Now I know something you don't know.
Uh, one-top's all yours, Diane.
Thanks.
(QUIET CHATTER)
Welcome to The Lowery.
Can I get you something to...?
OEM windshield on that car
run you about a thousand bucks.
You run, you're toast.
You sit, we'll talk.
It's Eddie, right?
Start with Officer Janko.
Officer Janko, I am so sorry
for what I did the other day,
all of it.
It would've been a lot easier
if you felt that way beforehand.
I know. It's just...
(SIGHS)
My whole life has been a spiral lately.
First the pandemic, then losing my job
and having to take this one.
And then Luis ghosting you.
Right at the worst possible time.
After he left like that, I just lost it.
I knew what precinct he worked at,
so I went there a couple times
and saw you two outside,
usually laughing and joking.
That's 'cause we're partners. That's it.
End of story.
(SIGHS)
How could I have done all that?
Well, maybe it's like you said.
We're two beautiful women,
and maybe he has a type.
I feel horrible.
I am horrible.
No, you're not.
I have a feeling
you're a really good person
who made a really bad mistake.
Put it in the rearview mirror.
Seriously?
One "get out of jail free" card, Diane.
(SIGHS)
Use it well.
It's so nice to meet
one of the good cops.
There are a lot of us.
Just keep your eyes open.
Sweet dreams, little angel.
Yeah, it sounds like a
distinct possibility.
All right. Thanks, Reagan.
Any luck?
(SIGHS) He ran down
your landlord, your ex
and any and all disgruntled clients.
And nothing?
We're starting to think
maybe it was just
some random psycho who flipped his lid.
Oh. Well, then maybe I can go home.
You don't have to.
But if it was random,
then he's not coming back.
And besides, I can't hide forever.
Hold on.
Detective Stafford said that
you helped him with a case.
What was it?
Oh, yeah.
Um, a few years ago...
...uh, I was walking through
Central Park,
and I saw this young man on a bench
with his head in his hands,
and he was really upset.
And suddenly, uh, a voice came and said,
"Tell my brother I forgive him."
Bench guy was the brother?
But when I told him that,
he didn't seem comforted.
He got even more freaked out.
Like he had a guilty conscience.
Yeah, and I gave him my card
in case he wanted to talk,
but then he just ran off.
And then, like, a week later,
Detective Stafford called me
and said that a man
showed up at the station
and confessed to k*lling
his brother over borrowed money,
all because of a lady
he talked to in the park.
Did Stafford give you his name?
No, he just said that he was
definitely going to prison.
Huh. Well, I'll have Danny
talk to Stafford.
Jamie, this is useless.
She's gonna call him.
Listen, maybe your C.I. is wrong
and-and she doesn't
even know the g*n guy.
JAMIE: Anthony,
if she can lead us to this guy...
Look, kid, it's been a noble effort,
but in five minutes, she's
going back to Rikers.
I'm telling you.
Yeah.
- Oh!
- Hey! Sheree!
- (SCREAMS)
- Hey! Police!
(GASPS)
- Oh!
- Hey! (GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
- Go, go, go!
- Stop! Police! Stop!
(SIGHS)
She jumped in the car with
some guy. Maybe the boyfriend?
You get the plate?
No, it didn't have one.
We got to find her somehow,
before your sister finds out.
- Yeah. Over there.
- Okay, thanks.
Surprised Stafford
gave you the time of day.
Well, I can be very
charming when I want to be.
I also promised him the
collar if we nailed this guy.
Speaking of.
Hey. Arthur Bava.
Who's asking?
Detective Reagan and Baez.
Then I'm busy.
Take a break.
Keep your hands where we can see them.
BAEZ: We just wanted to congratulate you
on worming
your way out of prison last week.
I didn't worm my way out of nothing.
You see, they let me out
'cause I'm innocent.
We know you got out on a technicality.
We know you k*lled your brother
over money.
The hell I did.
You know, that whole thing was a setup,
starting with the crazy lady
got inside of my head
and made me confess to the cops.
Same "crazy lady" you told your cellmate
you were gonna k*ll
for making you confess?
- Dude's full of it.
- No, he got it right this time.
She was stabbed a few days ago
and bled out right there
in the lobby of her building.
- She dead?
- Sadly.
Bet that makes you happy.
No.
I'll say a prayer for her.
I'm a God-fearing man.
Oh. Okay.
Well, it's good to know
you weren't involved, then.
Have a nice day, Mr. Bava.
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Okay. Just tell me why.
Why I let Diane off with a warning?
I know why you did that.
You call her?
About a dozen times
before she picked up.
And I apologized for what I did.
So why what?
Why you got to go out of
your way in the first place?
Especially these days when it
gets a cop nothing but grief.
Not if you fight it.
So you like the fight.
I like the fact that patrol is
one of the few spots left
where you can still make a difference
before things really go sideways.
Unlike, say, a detective,
who only shows up after someone's dead.
Guess we are lucky that way.
Yeah, we should do our best
to spread that luck around,
keep things from getting worse
if we can.
Well, you did that with Diane.
So thanks.
Another Janko lesson learned.
I know you think Jamie is
Sergeant Straight-Laced or whatever,
but I think you could take
a lesson from him
on how to treat women.
Like marrying one of my coworkers?
- Can we do this?
- Oh, please. After you.
(GRUNTING)
Gilbert, I don't want to go with you.
Baby, it'll be great.
Couple days in Cape May,
just like before.
Yeah, before we broke up.
Look, I go through all of this
trouble to get you sprung,
and this is the thanks I get?
If Vince finds out, we're dead!
(SIGHS)
Oh, so Vince is his name, huh?
(STAMMERS)
- He have a last name?
- Uh, Sergeant Reagan.
Took me a moment to figure out
that you played me.
- I'll give you that.
- You got to understand,
- I love her.
- (SCOFFS)
Well, I don't love you.
And I sure as hell don't love pigs.
Welcome to a rock and a hard place.
Only way out is to take
us to your boyfriend
before he sells any
more g*ns to criminals.
- All right. Night, Mr. G.
- Good night.
Yeah, see you in the morning.
(EXHALES)
(CLATTERING)
Mr. G?
(CAR ALARM WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(PANTING)
♪
No. You ain't alive.
They told me I k*lled you.
I did.
I swear I k*lled you.
Drop the Kn*fe!
Or the next dead person
you see's gonna be yourself.
You okay over there, Maggie?
Never better.
Keep your face forward.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
(SIGHS)
In the office. Thank you.
Sergeant Reagan, look,
you got to believe me,
I was trying to help you.
He was trying to kidnap me.
Put her in the cell here,
lodge the other two upstairs
- in the squad.
- Hey, want to make a deal with me?
'Cause I can give you the guys
that supplied me those g*ns.
Just get him out of here.
Yeah, don't let 'em talk. This guy.
Looks like congrats are in order.
Hey, Erin, you didn't have to come here.
Well, I did.
I doubted you, and you proved me wrong.
What, just him?
Okay, you get a cookie, too.
Uh, damn straight I get one.
Thank you, sis.
But maybe next time,
if you need a defendant released,
you don't give me
a heart att*ck by losing her.
What? We never lost Sheree.
We had eyes on her the whole time.
Oh, yeah, she was never out
of our sight, not for a second.
No. I can see her right now.
Mm-hmm, right.
You, let's go.
All right. All right.
- Mm-mm.
- I'll see you, pal.
I can't thank you two enough.
You don't have to thank us.
We're just glad you're okay.
But Elena will miss you.
Well, guess what, I am
available to babysit anytime.
Count on it.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
By the way, last night around
:, Elena started crying,
and I got her,
and we sat in the living room, and...
suddenly my daughter was
right beside me.
You're maybe starting
to get your gift back?
I felt her.
And sh-she reminded me
of the words of that lullaby,
and then we sang Elena back to sleep.
Every mom needs her daughter.
♪
You never said a word about my eulogy.
What do you want to hear?
Ah, come on, Pop.
You ate all that crow,
and you never took
a single sip of water.
Well, never kick a man when he's down,
and this one was lying in his coffin.
Sitting with his widow
and the children after
was a genuinely nice touch.
(SIGHS)
Sid said there was
some grumbling about no flyover.
Yeah, let 'em grumble.
You honored the office if not the man.
What's that Chaucer line?
"The evil that men do lives after them;
the good is oft interred
with their bones."
That's Shakespeare, Julius Caesar.
Look at you.
To, uh, balance the ledger,
I am, uh, taking the savings
from the funeral
and donating it to God's Grace to All.
In Bill Connors' name?
In his family's name.
Threading the needle.
I learned from the best.
Good night, Pop.
Night, Francis.