01x07 - Best Served Cold

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Previously on East New York...

KILLIAN: Back when I was on
the Warrant Squad with Desmond,

his gut told him the Selkirk Brothers
had gone out of state,

but First Grade Detective Troy
here didn't

want to exceed the overtime cap.

By the time we picked them up,
they'd k*lled, what, two more people?

(SHOUTING, CLAMORING)

How'd your homicide go?

I'm here for a divorce.

- Oh.
- And because she works

in Manhattan South, guess
who's getting transferred?

I also want members of the service

to start living near where they work.

No one wants you here.
You're a nuisance.

Ticketing us like criminals
in our homes.

Leave.

Every single person
in this building is important.

Okay, let's take it for a spin.

- (RUMBLING)
- What the hell was that?

Oh, my goodness.

(GASPS)

♪ Real good, see, now, see if I'm ♪

♪ Coming home, day, night ♪

♪ Can't do nothing wrong,
show me something ♪

♪ Just show me who you are ♪

♪ Living free... ♪

HAYWOOD: How is it?

It's good.
You know, I'm generally suspect

of meat substitutes, in
this case prosciutto, but

the edible enrobing of
the fig is, it's good.

Green Gro Organic Supermarket
is committed

to bringing healthy, organic food
to underserved communities.

So it is with great pleasure
that we open an East New York branch

to sell only the healthiest produce,
meat and prepared foods available.

- Ready?
- WOMAN: Yeah.

(ALL CLAPPING)

I thought you didn't eat pork.

Sandeford, it's turkey bacon.

I said I don't eat animals
that come when you call them.

A turkey will come when you call them.

- BENTLEY: No, they don't.
- SANDEFORD: Anything you feed will come

when you call them. That's
animals, kids, in-laws or cops.

- (g*n sh*ts)
- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

BENTLEY: - George to
Central. - , sh*ts fired.

Need additional units.

It's okay.

(PANTING)

- Whoa, whoa, stop right there!
- I think some guy

just sh*t up the place.
I think he's still here.

- Where here?
- Uh, out back by the loading dock.

- Down on your knees.
- Wait, what?

I said get down on your knees!

Put your hands up where I can see them!

- George get a bus
down here forthwith.

And show me with one under.

- Sandeford?
- Check out her right arm.

What? Why are you doing this to me?!

It's blood from the guy she just sh*t.

I'm glad you noticed that, Officer.
That's what a good cop does.

- Are you calling me a good cop, boss?
- Yeah.

- Something like that.
- Right on.

BENTLEY: Inspector?

(MOANING)

- , C.O. put a rush on the bus.

Got an ambulance coming, okay?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HORNS HONKING)

What kind of music is Corinne
gonna be playing at the bar?

Are you about to tell me she should have

Spanish music playing at the bar?

Willie Colón, Eddie Palmieri.
Old school.

You know, she's hemorrhaging money.
She's got a convict for a chef.

And you're worried
about what kind of music

she's gonna be playing
at the bar. (CLICKS TONGUE)

'Cause you're not taking enough
of an interest in it, that's why.

We got the perp
from the supermarket sh**ting.

- Oh, yeah?
- She asked to speak

to Detective Morales,
said she knows you.

A lot of perps know me.

She asked to say hello.

Tell her... I'm out somewhere.

KILLIAN: See, I don't think you're...

taking enough interest in this.

Antonia?

I got him, Crystal.

I got him.

(SIGHS)

MORALES: It was a year and a half ago.

She came in saying she'd been r*ped.

- What was the disposition?
- Closed.

"Not Amenable."

So it never even went to the D.A.

Because she met the guy in a bar,

it's classified as "acquaintance
r*pe," rather than "stranger r*pe."

Stranger r*pe takes priority.

Given how many
you're handling at a time,

by the time you get
to acquaintance r*pe,

just not enough hours in the day.

I gather it wasn't your decision

- to close the case.
- No.

It was definitely not my decision.

Word came from the C.O. at SVD.

So you're feeling you owe it
to her to handle it better?

Yeah, I do.

You want to connect that r*pe
to this sh**ting...

- ...do it.
- Thanks, boss.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

- Captain.
- You ever hear the aphorism,

"The past is never dead.

It's not even past"?

Can't say that I have, Captain.

William Faulkner.

I never read William Faulkner.

Me, neither. Tried him once.
It was too dense.

I couldn't follow it.
Anyway, the reason I'm here

is because one of the g*ns that
was found in the elevator shaft

over at Ruskin Gardens
has been linked to a homicide.

And since you're next
in the catching order,

the investigation has fallen to you.

(SIGHS)

This is from years ago.

Ergo, the issue of the past.

Whoa, Captain, isn't there
someone else you can give this to?

I've got, like, open investigations

- staring me in the face.
- We have been tasked

with investigating crimes.

And that, Detective,

is as general and specific

as your understanding
of our purpose needs to be.

Borough Command is expecting

some sort of report
by the end of the week.

- Thank you.
- Cap.

Let's go for a ride.

(CLEARS THROAT)

KILLIAN: It's hell of a day
for this to happen, huh?

Tell me about it.

KILLIAN: So you didn't see the person

- before they sh*t you?
- I didn't see them.

- I didn't even know I'd been sh*t.
- NURSE: I'll be right back.

I just felt this
searing pain in my back.

It was like someone stabbed me.

- But you didn't see who it was?
- No.

And since it was the grand opening,

were you on a different
schedule than usual?

I'm always there by : .

Is it possible the sh**t
knew your schedule?

If it was me she was after.

So it was a woman.

I don't know if it was a woman.

I'm just saying it wasn't about me.

Yeah? What do you think it was about?

Someone delusional, marginalized...

filled with rage in a crowded city.

That's what accounts for most
random acts of v*olence.

So there's no one you can think
of that would want to hurt you?

Did I cut someone off on the expressway?

I might have.
I'm not a very good driver.

KILLIAN: What about the
people that work for you?

Have you had to fire anyone recently?

Can I let you in on a little secret?

I never fire anyone.

It's one of the reasons I was
never made regional manager.

Too soft.

Well... just so you know,
we have a suspect in custody.

Does the name Antonia Ortiz ring a bell?

I dated a woman named Antonia Ortiz.

If it's the same one.

What could you tell us about her?

It's not like I really
know her, you know?

We only went out once or twice.

From what I remember, she was nuts.

Nuts how?

I don't know if she's actually bi-polar,

but she flip-flops
from one thing to another.

Affectionate one minute.

Revolted by my very existence the next.

Well, when you're feeling up to it,

we're gonna need you to pick
her out of some photographs.

- Sure.
- Then if it goes

to trial, they're gonna
need you to testify.

Meantime you've got her locked up?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Keep her that way.

Yeah, you got it.

- He's lying.
- He might be lying.

The doctor said the entry
wound was from the front.

He said he felt like he'd
been stabbed in the back.

Well, it's possible there's sensory
confusion, given the circumstances.

In other words, you want
her to be lying. Is that right?

I don't want anyone
to be lying, Crystal.

But there's no corroboration.

No physical evidence.
Okay? We have to allow

for the possibility that
one of them is lying.

Okay, you be sure and keep
that possibility alive.

I don't get why you're so upset.

'Cause there are very few things
that irritate me as much

as excessive even-handedness.

Hey, pardon me?

Before you throw his bandages away,
can we have that?

It's uh, for an ongoing investigation.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I order tuna fish
and I get a roast beef.

Egg salad.

I ordered turkey and Swiss.

Yeah.

- You ever been to Primanti's?
- Mm-mm.

Great hero sandwiches.

- Where is it?
- Pittsburgh.

Oh, that's, that's really helpful.

Don't-don't do that. I'm just
recalling great sandwiches

from the past. I thought
that's what we were doing.

That's not what we're doing.

We were complaining
about these sandwiches.

So, um... Why were you in Pittsburgh?

I was thinking of going
to Carnegie Mellon.

Really?

(KILLIAN CLEARS THROAT)

You two are the Eagle Scouts that

found those g*ns in the elevator shaft.

Yeah, that was, that was us.

Yeah, one of them came back
with a body on it.

Darnell "Shuggie" Adams.

Lived in Ruskin Gardens with
a woman named Thora Whitfield.

Found in a dumpster at
the Five Borough Bakery, .

That would qualify as
a cold case, wouldn't it?

Cold as ice, but I have go through

the motions of opening
an investigation, so...

if either of you hear of
anything that might be relevant,

- let me know.
- Hey.

I try not to seem
like I moved into the projects

with the sole purpose
of intelligence-gathering.

So don't seem like that.

How am I supposed to seem?

Like a hard-working young police officer

trying to gain the trust
of the community she lives in.

That's what you are, Brandy Quinlan.

Same as you, Andre Bentley?

Same as me.

Just one floor down.

(KNOCKING)

- Have a minute?
- Sure.

I don't believe we've met.

Deputy Inspector Jack Hammond
from Special Victims.

How can I help you, Jack?

Oh, it seems as though
one of your detectives

used to be one of my detectives.

If you're talking about Crystal Morales,

I hope you're not asking for her back.

N... No, I'm definitely
not asking for her back.

- Oh.
- One of my people

threw up a flare that
she was trying to access files.

Well, there was a shoo... Please.

Oh, thank you.

There was a sh**ting at
a supermarket this morning.

I understand it relates
to a r*pe investigation

from when she was at Special Victims.

I'm sure you realize
that Special Victims cases

are of a particularly sensitive nature.

Absolutely.

Access on a need-to-know basis only.

Detectives are generally
encouraged to share files.

Depends what they want to do with them.

Seems to me that Detective Morales

wants to make Special Victims
out to be negligent

or callous in their treatment
of a r*pe victim.

No, I don't think that's
what's motivating her at all.

Why don't we bring the introductory part

of this conversation
to a close, Inspector?

Morales made her feelings about the men

and women in Special Victims
pretty clear before she left.

But as long as I'm in charge,
they're not gonna be made

into punching bags
for her righteous indignation

that a wobbling acquaintance
r*pe case didn't go the distance.

SVD files will not be provided
for Crystal Morales's perusal.

And you can tell her I said so.

I will.

I don't mean to be coming down
on you about this.

No, look, Jack, it's all right, please.

They promote us to a command position,

and we're expected
to protect our people,

answer for decisions
that weren't ours to make

and live and die by how
many cases we clear each month.

Yeah. It's... it's a lot to ask.

You know... Anyway.

It's nice to meet you, Regina.

Oh.

It's nice to meet you, too, Jack.

Thanks. Take care.

- You, too.
- Bye-bye.

Bye.

I just had a visit from your old boss.

He give you his speech
about protecting his people?

He's entitled
to protect the confidentiality

of his case files, Detective.

- Protect them from whom?
- Especially if there isn't

a legitimate purpose being
served by sifting through them.

But...

I know you wouldn't be wasting your time
if there weren't.

r*pe complaint breakdown
for Brooklyn North

for the past two years.
It's pretty clear

where your old boss wanted
his detectives

to focus their time and where he didn't.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(LAUGHING)

Detective Desmond Troy.

You lost?

They said they were
short-handed in a couple

precincts in Brooklyn North.
I took a -day assignment.

How's Manhattan South Homicide managing
without you?

I'm out of Manhattan South Homicide.

- Why's that?
- My soon-to-be-ex wife works there.

Oof, that is quite a drop in class,

going from Manhattan South Homicide

to a lowly squad detective
in East New York.

- Hopefully it's only temporary.
- Couldn't be

temporary enough from where I'm sitting.

Will you two stop?

- Us two?
- Yeah, you two.

Come on, make nice.

(SIGHS)

As long as you're here, Desmond,

how about you take a case off my hands?

If it's something
you think I can handle.

Oh, sure, sure, sure. It's a cold case

from years ago.

Some skel who lived in Ruskin Gardens.

Got a couple of uniforms
living over there.

Might want to start by talking to them.

See you in the interview room.
I got to hit the head.

You pick the - just to wind him up?

The fact you were here might've
had something to do with it.

Oh, God, you're one of those.

One of what?

A romantic. (SHUDDERS)

(SIGHS)

I didn't get him after all?

No, it's lucky for you
all you did was wound him.

I didn't even hurt him that much.

I'm so stupid.

Antonia...

you're gonna be charged
with attempted m*rder.

They could put you away for years.

Had I k*lled him,
it would have been worth it.

I don't think so.

After the seasons came once or twice
with you still inside...

I'm sure you'd come to feel
that nothing was worth it.

He changed my life, Crystal.

I was one person before he did that
to me and I'm another person after.

I believe you.

I know you do.

The one thing that kept me
going was that you believed me.

And I didn't hold it against you that...

it wasn't enough.

We didn't have a suspect back then.

Um... how'd you find this guy?

I had stopped going to the market.

I had stopped doing anything.

One day my nephews were coming over,

I had to get some stuff and I...

saw his picture on the wall.

He's a manager there.

I struck up conversation
with someone who worked there,

and she told me he'd been transferred
to the East New York location.

Who was it you struck up
a conversation with?

Uh, her name was Yolanda Evans.

She was an assistant manager
at the Gowanus store.

Oh, when I saw his picture...

when I finally knew his name...

it's like everything came into focus.

Suddenly I had a purpose.

I tracked him.

I knew what time he got to work,
what time he got out.

I read up,
and I got a . caliber revolver,

'cause I thought it would have
been easier to handle.

Turns out it wasn't
as easy as I thought.

I took my sh*t and just ran.

What did you talk
to Yolanda Evans about?

I told her that I knew him from college

and I just wanted to get in touch.

She told me not to trust him.

You might want to go
a little light with the details

when it's time to give a statement.

♪ Yo, what you got?
Yeah, gimme what you got ♪

- ♪ Hey, oh! ♪
- ♪ What you got? Yeah ♪

♪ Gimme what you got ♪

♪ What you got?
Yeah, gimme what you got ♪

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Y-Yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, be the next to grow ♪

♪ Who's the next to go? ♪

MORALES: Yolanda Evans?

Yes?

Detective Killian, Morales.

You work here when Reid Kissoon
was the general manager?

- I sure did.
- How was that?

- It was all right.
- How good could it be, right?

You here on account
of some woman sh*t him?

She said you directed her to the store

that was opening in East New York.

I didn't know she was gonna sh**t him.

And nobody said you did.

Can you tell us anything about him?

He was a little pervy.

But as long as he gave me

halfway decent hours
and kept his hands to himself,

I got along with him.

How was he pervy?

His whole thing with the cameras.

Half the time, he'd be back
here, staring up at the screen.

And if I came in here and there was...

a pretty girl on camera,
he wouldn't take his eyes off her.

Sometimes he'd say to me,

"What do you think of her, Yolanda?"

I'd say, "Mr. Kissoon, I
don't think nothin' about her."

- MORALES: Mm.
- Yeah.

Were there any ones he was
particularly interested in?

Yeah. One time,

he made me pull the credit card
receipt for one of them.

Penelope something.

Do you happen to have

a digital archive
of that credit card purchase?

As a matter of fact, we do.

♪ ♪

MORALES: Name is Penelope Vega.

She filed a police report of
a r*pe in September of .

Disposition...

"not amenable to prosecution."

Well, according to her profile
on Facebook, she's a chef.

If she had a criminal record,
maybe I could get Corinne to hire her.

And where does she work?

Uh...

Doesn't say.

Yes, it does.

It's right on her hat.

It's called a toque.

Whatever. What, are you
a restauranteur now?

- (STARTS ENGINE)
- You can be so mean.

- Chief.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

If this is going where
I think it's going,

- they're gonna hang me out to dry.
- Take it easy, Jack.

What are we talking about here?

Somebody gave Crystal Morales
access to internal emails,

and I think it's because
she's building a case

against the Special Victims Division.

Is there a case to be made?

(STAMMERS) There's always
a case to be made

if that's what you're looking to do.

You're gonna scrutinize
investigations past and present,

you're always gonna find
ways to make us wrong.

All right. I'm not circling
the wagons here, Jack.

If a r*pe victim wasn't treated right,

if there was no follow-up,
somebody's got to answer for that.

My detectives are handling an average

- of cases each.
- Oh, you know,

so then you should be banging
on the Chief of Detectives' door

or the Chief of Department's door.

But don't come in here
crying that you can't do

your job properly and everybody
should just understand.

Because whether it's domestic r*pe

or acquaintance r*pe or stranger r*pe,

victims have a right to expect
a whole hell of a lot better than that.

I don't guarantee results. John,

there's nothing I can do

- about people's expectations.
- You know what,

maybe it's time for you
to put in your papers,

let somebody else do the job.

- Anything else?
- (SCOFFS, SIGHS)

Will you look into it, at least?

Oh, I promise you I will look into it.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, Lou, get the car ready.

I'm going out to - .

(MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY)

KILLIAN: Excuse me,

- are you Penelope Vega?
- Yes.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

You're not in any kind
of trouble, Ms. Vega.

We're here because of a sh**ting
at the Green Gro supermarket

in East New York this morning.

The target of that sh**ting
was an individual

by the name of Reid Kissoon.

The woman who stands
accused of the sh**ting

claims that Mr. Kissoon
r*ped her in March of .

Well, whoever it was that r*ped
me didn't leave his name, so...

I can't help you there.

You filed a police report
in September of that year.

(CLEARS THROAT) That's right. I did.

We're sorry to put you
through this, Ms. Vega.

But if you and this other woman
were r*ped by the same man,

there could be other victims out there.

Could you tell us what happened?

(SHUDDERING EXHALE)

It was... Labor Day weekend.

The restaurant was busy.

I didn't get out, mm, of
the kitchen until midnight.

I was at the bar having a drink,

and then this guy started talking to me.

He was witty.

He knew a lot about
wine and exotic produce

and the healing properties of guava.

I actually enjoyed talking to him.

But not enough to give him my number.

So, when I shook hands and
said good night, I thought

that was the last I'd be seeing him.

Mm, boy, was I wrong.

When...

I unlocked the door to my apartment,

he was behind me.

(SHUDDERS)

He...

he put one hand over my mouth,
pushed me inside,

bent me over the side of this couch...

...and r*ped me.

Okay, so you... you didn't have a name,

didn't have an address.

W-Was there security camera footage?

Was there anyone who could
identify him from the bar?

From what they told me,
all they had was this ring

and that it wasn't enough
to go to the D.A. with.

What ring was that?

It was this silver ring
that I bought myself in San Francisco.

I scratched him with it.

- Where's that ring now?
- Beats me.

I-I gave it to the detective
who interviewed me,

and that's the last I saw of it.

MORALES: We'd like for you to look

at some photographs
to see if you can ID him.

Can you get my ring back?

Of course.

MORALES: Is that him?

Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

MORALES: It's okay. Thank you.

(TRAIN RATTLING)

THORA: Winston, make sure those turnips

out of the ground before it freezes.

Ledbetter was supposed to do that.

Ain't she the one always bragging
about her... mashed turnips?

Well, she didn't do it
and it needs to get done.

- Garden's looking good, Thora.
- Mm-hmm.

It's all right.

Somebody left the radishes
in the ground too long.

You know, I, um...
I wouldn't mind helping out here.

Just tell me what to do.

Well, you could, um...

shovel that mulch over the ground.

- Mm-hmm.
- And put down a cover crop

of alfalfa, if you like.

- She can't do all that.
- Sure, I can.

My mom used to send me to work
at this farm upstate during the summer

so I wouldn't get in trouble.

I love digging in the dirt.

- (SCOFFS)
- THORA: Well,

- shovel's in the shed.
- Okay.

Okay.

Actually, is it okay
if I start tomorrow?

Long as you start sometime.

- I definitely will.
- (CHUCKLES)

Put in your time here...

...you can help yourself
to whatever we got growing.

Okay. That's great.

And, by the way,

one of the g*ns that was
recovered in the elevator shaft

has been connected
to the m*rder of Shuggie Adams.

That right?

QUINLAN: And since
you two lived together,

the detectives are probably gonna want
to talk to you about that.

Just so you know.

They ain't got nothing better to do?

Shuggie dead years.

There's no statute
of limitations on m*rder.

There's no statute of limitations
on a lot of damn things.

Winston, what are you
getting all worked up about?

She's telling us some information.

Besides, after all these years,
I still have nothing to hide.

They want to know about Shuggie,

come by Apartment A.

I'll tell you all about him.

Okay. I will.

I'll see you guys soon.

Yeah.

You a hothead.

♪ ♪

MORALES: Ortiz gave
a physical description of her r*pist

but didn't have his
right name or address.

It wasn't until she saw his picture

at the Gowanus supermarket
that she knew his name.

Right, and this woman who
worked there told her

he'd been transferred
to the East New York store,

which is where she sh*t him.

So what do we have as of now?

Positive identification
from Ortiz and Penelope Vega

that he r*ped both of 'em.

That's enough to get a search warrant.

See what you can find in his apartment.

Is this something we should run

by my old boss
at Special Victims, Inspector?

Special Victims put both those
cases on the bottom of the pile

'cause they were acquaintance r*pes.

So, as far as I'm concerned,

they dropped the ball, we picked
it up, we're running with it.

Are we gonna get in trouble?

We might.

♪ ♪

(SIREN WAILING)

Shuggie Adams was a real piece of work.

- Oh, yeah?
- Three different women

had protective orders against him.

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

We got the search warrant. Let's go.

Oh. Nice work, Detective.

Hey.

Any chance we could grab a drink later?

I got a lot going on today.
I don't know.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Maybe.

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Officer Quinlan.

Uh...

- Detective Troy, right?
- I was told

you might know something about
the Shuggie Adams homicide.

I'm looking into it.

Um, I'll just meet you down by the car.

I should probably hang
around for this, too.

What's up?

What do we know
about this Thora Whitfield?

Uh, she's a tenant
that I've gotten friendly with.

You know there were
multiple incidents of

domestic v*olence
between Shuggie and her?

That automatically make her a suspect?

Doesn't automatically make
her anything, Officer.

But it may be significant.

What about if I talk to her?

Well, um, I'm actually having
tea with her this afternoon,

so I'll see what I can find out.

- Let me know.
- Yeah.

Should I come with you?

No. No, it might make it seem
like it's too much of an official visit.

I'll just go by myself.

- (MOUSE CLICKING)
- (COMPUTER BEEPING)

r*pe by a stranger strikes
more fear into the minds

of the public
than r*pe by an acquaintance.

That's why they give it priority.

You know what it takes
for a r*pist to be thought of

as an acquaintance
rather than a stranger?

- I do.
- He bought her a glass of wine.

I'm not saying
it's a legitimate distinction.

- But?
- No "but."

All of these cases should have been

fully investigated, and they weren't.

Understand... Special Victims's policy

is based on resources and workload.

If any of this is ever gonna change,

the Chief of Department and the PC

have to be on board with the changes.

Anything we can do
to help move this along?

I am serious.

Maybe.

What?

(MOUSE CLICKING)

Maybe.

♪ ♪

(THORA EXHALES)

Oh. You didn't need to bring nothin'.

It's only right
that I don't come empty-handed.

Where are these from?

This German bakery down by the precinct.

Hmm. Well, it so happens
I have a sweet potato pie

cooling on the counter.

- Oh.
- So,

we can compare your...

German bakery by the precinct
with my sweet potato pie.

Okay, I'd love that.

Thora,
you don't mind living by yourself?

Mind? (CHUCKLES)

I wouldn't have it any other way.

So...

Shuggie.

How long were you two together?

Off and on...

about years.

Wow. That's a long time.

- Mm.
- Do you miss him?

Sometimes.

It must be hard losing someone
violently like that.

There's all kinds of
things that are hard.

So, do you have...

any idea who would want to k*ll him?

There were all kinds of people
who wanted to k*ll him.

Shuggie didn't care nothin' about
cheating people out of their money.

Old people.

Simple people.

People sign over their mortgages
and he end up owning their houses.

Why were you with him?

It wasn't all bad.

We had some fun.

I mean, he could be... sweet.

When he wanted to be.

Did you ever...

get on him about cheating these people?

Yeah. I did.

He'd say I didn't understand business.

And he wasn't wrong about that.

Though I did understand his business.

Let me go check on that pie.

(CHUCKLES)

You never had sweet potato pie?

No. Never.

Mm, well, darling,
you are in for a treat.

Well, I can't wait.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

♪ ♪

Five Borough.

Where Shuggie's body was found.

(THORA SIGHS)

- It still needs to cool a little.
- Okay.

You used to work here
at the Five Borough Bakery?

I sure did.

Now let's see what you got here.

QUINLAN: Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

YENKO: So,

- what do you got for me, Tommy?
- Uh, nothing

so far, Captain. But...

I brought Detective Troy into it,

and he's First Grade
from Manhattan South Homicide.

So, between us, you know, we-we
should be able to get some answers.

I'll meet you upstairs.

Yeah, I just been pretty busy
with the supermarket sh**ting.

Yeah. That's why you
passed it off to Troy.

I didn't really pass off.

- I mean, I'll still be involved.
- Yeah, no,

no, of course. I mean, you're getting

pulled in five different
directions, right?

First, one thing's a priority.
Then the other thing's a priority,

and there's only so many hours
in the day.

- Exactly.
- Nobody cares.

Chief of Detectives wants
cold cases cleared.

And if they're not cleared,

he wants to know that every effort
has been made to try and clear them.

You understand me, Tommy?

Everybody wants what they want.

They don't give a rat's ass
what anybody else wants.

Capisce?

Yeah, we'll try to have
something for you tomorrow.

I know you will.

(EXHALES)

Hey, did you make any
headway on that cold case?

No. I get a feeling those
uniforms living in that project

are less than enthusiastic
about snooping around.

The X-O's leaning on me.

Happy to take the heat for you
if you want me to.

Since when have you developed
such a generous nature?

As long as I'm here,
I want to be helpful.

Huh.

We found these in Kissoon's
bedroom closet.

Each disc labeled with
a date and description

of the woman
the security camera recorded.

Whoa, there's a lot.

Yeah, the sick bastard was organized,
I'll give him that.

Obsessed is more like it.

This one is of Penelope Vega.

(DRIVE OPENS, CLOSES)

This one is of Antonia Ortiz.

Both of their cases have
red stickers on them.

My guess is that means
those are the ones he r*ped.

Are those the only red stickers?

No.

- Bring him in.
- He's still in the hospital, boss.

Then go to the hospital
and bring him in from there.

If he's breathing, bring him in.

KISSOON: You searched my apartment?

Well, when there's a sh**ting,
we look to gather evidence

wherever we can find it.

We couldn't help but notice
you enjoy watching

security camera footage.

First I get sh*t,
then my privacy gets violated?

With the grand opening,

- this was supposed to be a good week.
- Mm.

There's time yet.

Maybe you could turn it around.

KILLIAN: At least two of those discs

have security camera footage of women

who claim that you r*ped them.

Well, they're lying.
And what, exactly, does that prove?

That I'm a voyeur?

Okay, I'm a voyeur.

No, no, you're right. Seems crazy.

But to keep it straight,

you admit having had sexual relations

with Antonia Ortiz,
but you maintain it was consensual?

In all respects.

- What about Penelope Vega?
- Wow!

They're coming out
of the woodwork, aren't they?

Well, Penelope Vega and Antonia Ortiz
have the same account.

You know, drink at the bar,
follow 'em home,

push in the front door behind 'em.

MORALES: And according to your doctor,

the exit wound was in the back.

You were sh*t in the front.

You know what, I'm done
talking to the two of you.

Yeah, I'm sure you're tired. You know,

and the last thing we want to do is
put you through any further strain.

But the thing is, when two
incidents closely resemble each other,

we look for a pattern.

MORALES: You want
to tell us how many times

that pattern was repeated?

I don't know what you're talking about.

How many were there, Reid?
How many women did you r*pe?

I...

You can't prove
that I r*ped any of them.

KILLIAN: See, that's where you're wrong.

MORALES: We have a DNA match

- from Penelope Vega.
- What?

KILLIAN: The ring she
scratched your face with,

and the gauze your g*nsh*t wound
was bandaged with

are a perfect match with the r*pe kit.

MORALES: The only
question is whether or not

you want to come clean
about anyone else.

What I want is a lawyer.

You got it.

(PAINED GRUNTS)

Tell them you're
officially under arrest.

You can't do this.
Get me my lawyer. Now!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

They're gonna take you
over to arraignment.

There'll be a bail hearing.

Given that you're employed,

and you have ties to the community,
it's possible they'll release you

on your own recognizance.

Past that, you need a good lawyer.

Any suggestions?

There's a few I can think of.

They'll bring it to the court's
attention that you were in fact r*ped,

and that your r*pist has been arrested
for a similar crime.

Whether you plead temporary insanity

or PTSD, there's a chance you
won't have to do any jail time at all.

A chance.

But... Uh... What similar
crime did he commit?

(SIGHS)

A few months after he r*ped you,

he r*ped another woman.

I'm sure a thorough investigation
will reveal he r*ped others.

I know you would have caught him
if they let you, Crystal.

Yeah. I wish that would have
been the case.

(KILLIAN CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, they have to run her
over to Central Booking.

Hands behind your back. Thank you.

I'll get you the names of those lawyers.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

How you doing?

Oh, I've been better.

Don't you have a home to go to?

I guess I do.

Wishing you hadn't volunteered
to move into the projects?

No.

I am wishing I was more
sure of myself, though.

As far as what goes?

You live somewhere, you find things out.

You know, things that
you would never find out

if you just worked in that place.

I mean, you get to know these people
because they're your neighbors.

So you act like their neighbor,
and then...

you come into a piece of information,

and you're supposed to act like a cop.

Figure out who k*lled Shuggie Adams?

I figured out that
where his body was dumped

makes it seem likely that one
of those neighbors k*lled him.

You know, I locked up Shuggie
Adams two or three times.

And I also think I got
a pretty good idea who sh*t him.

We make these decisions every day

about who we bring in and who we let go.

That's the job.

Yeah, and no one tells us that
these are our decisions to make,

but sometimes they are.

That's right, sometimes they are.

So how do you know?

How do you know that
you've made the right decision?

When I sleep good at night.

I want to do right
by Ruskin Gardens, Marvin.

I... I want me being there

to be a good thing.

Then ask yourself
who are you working for?

I saw what Shuggie Adams did
to all the people around him.

And I promise you, it's a
better place with him gone.

Wait, wait, wait. You didn't tell me...

You didn't tell me what to do.

Oh, yeah, I did.

TROY: How you doing, Officer?

- Marvin Sandeford.
- Desmond Troy.

SANDEFORD: You working
out of the Squad here?

For the time being. Officer Quinlan
found g*ns in an elevator shaft.

Now I got a -year-old
homicide to work.

If it ain't one thing it's two, huh?

TROY: (LAUGHS) That's right.

Anything come to light
about that homicide?

No. I-I put some feelers out,
but nothing came back.

Yeah, I kind of figured nothing would.

- Detective.
- Chief.

Please. Uh, thanks for coming down here.

I know it's been a long day.

Am I in trouble?

Not as far as I'm concerned.

She in any kind of trouble
with you, Regina?

Far from it.

So, then, why am I here?

I don't usually get summoned
to the Borough Commander's office.

It took guts to do
what you did, Detective.

I've seen how you work.

I know how frustrated you must have been

- at Special Victims.
- That's why I left.

Detective, the job doesn't appreciate

having its failures held up
to the light of day.

Which means sometimes
they sh**t the messenger.

Want to propose something
to you, Detective.

And I want you to understand

you are free to decline
this proposition.

I understand.

I have a friend over at DOJ

whom I've known for a long time.

If an investigation into the practices

over at Special Victims is warranted,

there is no one who I would
trust more to conduct it.

HAYWOOD: It's possible talking to them

might not be a good career move.

Is that the kind of thing
you'd worry about?

I'm in a different position.

You weren't always in
a different position, Inspector.

SUAREZ: No, she wasn't.

I'll talk to whoever you think
I should talk to.

I thought we were doing this together.

Oh, no, we are.

Okay.

Do you think that we made a mistake?

- By agreeing to shovel mulch?
- No.

Moving into Ruskin Gardens.

I don't think it was a mistake, no.

Seems like it's
a worthwhile thing to do.

To try, at least.

It's pretty complicated.

As far as what you did
or didn't tell this detective?

Yeah, for starters.

I think you did the right thing

by not pointing him in the direction
of making Thora a suspect.

I think if you had, you'd regret it.

You mean if she were to get
arrested and stand trial?

Or if she were convicted
and sent to prison.

Even though I may have
withheld evidence?

(CHUCKLES)

Even though everything.

You're so sure of yourself.

When there's something
to be sure about, yeah.

♪ Kiss City ♪

♪ Just look me in the eye ♪

♪ When I'm about to finish ♪

♪ Kiss City ♪