East New York (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 15 - There Goes the Neighborhood - full transcript
When a body is found, the team races to find the killer amidst a contentious gentrification battle.
Previously on East New York...
We've increased the number
of patrol cars.
Cars don't do us any good.
We're also putting more
cops on foot posts.
All due respect,
seeing five officers
reading their phones
on a street corner
don't make us feel safe.
If you want to
know how I'm doing,
you should ask me.
I do ask you, all the time.
I don't want to be
asked all the time.
What can I
do? BENTLEY: Nothing.
You know, some of us
work regular hours.
That means you have
your nights fee.
Um, I got to go.
My mother
was arrested
for drug possession
for the fourth time.
I guess you could say
it left a mark.
Pastrami on rye from Gottlieb's.
This isn't about him.
It's about you.
The only reason you had
for dragging him out of here is
that you wanted to be right.
You're a bully, Tommy.
I don't want to be
with you anymore.
Your brother's
church is being sold.
Compel the sale of that
church to go forward,
and you're gonna have detectives
from Brooklyn North to Manhattan
watching your every move.
All right, Chief.
♪ We don't pretend no more ♪
♪ We don't got minutes
to spend no more... ♪
♪ Almost put a hold on rap ♪
♪ But they need that
new Saint Holy ♪
♪ The little big homie... ♪
Okay, I get it, I know. But
keep it peaceful, all right?
Okay? All right?
Leave our
streets alone!
♪ 'Cause they don't
trust the police ♪
♪ We don't pretend no more ♪
♪ We don't got minutes
to spend no more... ♪
Did you know him?
It's Marcus Powell.
He was one of the
last two hold-outs.
He decided he wasn't selling
and he'd make himself as much
a pain in the ass as possible.
You two cops?
Uh, yes, Councilwoman Ayers.
Detective Killian,
Detective Morales.
This ought to be good.
Best make sure
those storm troopers
don't make off
with any evidence.
I'm not a storm
trooper, Ms. Ayers.
I'm just trying to do my job.
You're part of a whole
engine of displacement
- forcing our people out of their
homes. - Ms. Ayers,
I'm gonna have to ask
you to step on this side
of the tape, please, thank you.
It is every day
with these people
trying to stop construction.
Did you know Marcus Powell?
I most certainly did know him.
He was a righteous man
and a courageous man.
That's why they got rid of him.
Who got rid of him?
Who are the change
agents in East New York?
Who's doing the gentrifying?
Are you aware of
any actual dispute
Mr. Powell was in?
All day and every
day, young lady.
All day and every day.
We don't want you
here! Get out!
Oh, look out!
Hey! You
with the yellow cap!
Gentrification...
No! No violence.
Stay calm, stay calm.
We live here.
All right. Where is he?
Come with me.
Detectives.
This is Marcus's widow
and their neighbor Byron.
Where is he? She wants
to see her husband
- before they take him
away. - I'm sorry,
now wouldn't be
the time for that.
Oh, come on. Just
give her a moment.
Okay, I'm sorry...
Marcus!
No! Marcus!
Marcus! Okay,
come on, come on.
Come on,
come on. Be strong.
Be strong. Be strong.
You in charge here? Yes.
Is there any chance we could
at least get started trenching?
As long as this is a
crime scene, you can't.
This is what they do to us.
They drive us wild with grief
while you and your
officers stand guard.
Councilwoman, I
need you to stand
on the other side
of the tape, okay?
Please.
Hey.
Wrap some fence up
around where the body is
and get to work.
The cops said not to. Who?
Which cop? Me.
Oh,
Inspector Haywood.
Forgive me, I didn't see you.
Another Lustig building,
another dead body.
That is four I know of.
You have a rooting interest
in me being guilty of
something, don't you?
I have a rooting interest in
people being held accountable
for their actions.
This is what I'm
accountable for, Inspector.
What I create.
Places for people to live,
raising families.
I create jobs.
I don't want your
workers on-site
until we wrap up
our investigation.
What, you're gonna push me out?
Like your boss Chief Suarez did?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, he decided that a
project of mine was, um,
not to his liking,
so he assumed the
power of a despot
and convinced me... For
the sake of expediency
and my own personal safety...
That I abandon that project.
Well...
I won't be abandoning this one.
♪ Who's gonna be
the GOAT? Not me ♪
♪ Ain't gonna
train for the UFC ♪
♪ You're protein
shaking the money tree ♪
♪ On a 12-step plan
to meet Jay-Z ♪
♪ You're busy, busy
bees, I'm free ♪
♪ Resisting, whistling
"J'aime la vie" ♪
♪ You have a dream,
I get sleep ♪
♪ I guess the best... ♪
What, are you stalking me now?
Mm. It seems that
way, doesn't it?
♪ Who's gonna be the GOAT? ♪
I know I haven't returned
your calls or texts...
Mm. What's going on?
I like you, Sean, I do, really.
Um... But?
I don't know if I'm
ready to get serious.
I'm not just serious.
I can also be funny. Stop.
Hey, these things
don't always keep.
I didn't have a
timetable when we met,
I don't have a timetable now.
I just don't want us to
miss our moment, you know?
I don't want to look back
and feel like it's passed.
I don't want that, either.
I'm sorry for
disappearing on you.
But I do, I...
I have to get back
inside right now.
Yeah, I got you.
Here you are.
Thank you. Mm-hmm.
Have a good day. You, too.
♪ Who's gonna be the GOAT? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be the GOAT? ♪
(indistinct chatter)
Keep it moving, come on.
Hey, can I just, like,
talk to you for a sec?
Yeah.
So, I-I meant to
call you last night,
but it was kind of late
when I got back
from track practice.
Yeah, it-it's okay.
Are you mad at me?
I'm just... Honestly,
I'm mad at myself.
Why?
'Cause I waited for you to call.
Uh... I'm sorry.
No, I don't, I don't
want you to be sorry.
Okay? And I don't want to
be angry, but most of all,
I just, I don't want
to keep waiting.
Look, I...
I think that we
got hot and heavy
a little too quick,
and I need us to
take a step back.
Uh, I hate that.
I'm not saying that we're not
gonna start back up again,
but, Andre, you've
got a lot going on,
and I don't think
it's good for either one of
us to be involved right now.
Okay.
Okay.
Front page of the New York Post.
I know.
Stabbing on the subway.
"Crime on Public
Transportation,"
leads every time, which
is why this election
will be won or lost
on people's perception...
Thanks. On who will be
the most likely
to keep them safe.
Which will allow me
to speak to why it is
some locations
are violence-prone
and how a high-visibility
police presence
- can best address that.
- All right.
So, Brooklyn North is
composed of ten
different precincts.
And I'd be happy to have someone
give you a breakdown
of all the statistics.
Uh, that would be
immensely helpful.
Not as helpful as being
in the car with you.
Well, I don't think
you're gonna find riding in
the car all that interesting.
If I get bored, you
can drop me off.
My father-in-law bought
this place in 1958.
He worked at the Navy Yard,
saved up, and when no bank
would give him a mortgage,
he managed to buy it for cash.
Understandable that your
husband didn't want to sell.
And were there any threats
made against your husband
if he wouldn't sell?
No one who knew him
would've bothered.
Ah, he didn't scare easily?
He didn't scare period.
He had principles and beliefs,
and that's what he lived by.
The preliminary report
from the medical examiner
puts your husband's
time of death
at between 10:00 and midnight.
Were you home at that time?
I had gone out to dinner
with my neighbor Byron.
Probably...
got home around 8:30.
And did you see your
husband after you got home?
Uh-huh.
He was sitting in this
big corduroy chair
he liked to sit in.
Uh, he was reading The Guardian.
And was that the last
time you saw him?
I went to sleep around 9:00.
The next thing I knew,
it was early morning
and, uh, cops were
knocking at my door.
Do you have any
idea why your husband
would go out at that hour?
The developer was
trying to drive us out.
He would bring junkies
and mentally ill
people to camp out
on our doorstep.
Marcus might've gone out
to try to reason with them.
I mean, he'd never blame
them for being there.
Instead he'd...
bring them food
and talk to them
about Karl Marx.
Victim's name
was Marcus Powell.
And this
was his house? Yeah.
One of the founders of the
East New York Food Co-op.
One of the founders of
the People's Free Clinic.
Arrested in 2020,
following the social
justice demonstrations.
Uh, I think you might want to
take a look at my
husband's journal.
Yes, we would. Thank you.
How much sleep are you getting,
staying up all night,
doing two jobs?
I'm getting enough.
Really? Yeah, you know,
Martha Stewart gets by
on three hours a night.
That's a good role
model for you.
Maybe in your spare time
you can learn cake decorating.
Hey.
What are we thinking?
Well, this guy was something
of an activist, you know,
so I'm wondering if that
didn't have something to do
with him killed. Mm-mm.
There's a fair amount of theft
in this construction site.
That might be a more
likely connection.
You'd like Lustig
to have something to do
with this, wouldn't you?
Nothing will convince me he
didn't have something to do
with a homicide related to
one of his projects in the past.
Someone stands in his way of
him getting what he wants,
he has them taken out.
Um...
He wrote in this
journal every day.
Uh, here's the date and time
that Lustig visited the site
and Marcus confronted him.
"Lustig said
"he could have me
killed for less than
what he's paying for Sheetrock."
So, getting your
sector cars out,
that's your first priority.
Then you-you have to take care
of your-your hospitals posts,
your emotionally
disturbed persons.
Your DOA's.
And if the personnel
were available,
you'd deploy those
cops on foot posts.
Where do we stand
on solo foot posts?
Solo? We put them on hold.
For the time being.
I think that's wise.
When it comes to police unions,
we have to pick our battles.
Hmm.
Pull over, please.
Everything okay?
Will you give me a minute?
What's going on, guys?
- Coffee klatch?
- Chief.
Put that phone away. So, what?
Your patrol sergeant's already
been by, and you figured
you got the rest of the day off?
'Cause you don't. No, sir.
Chief.
Hey. We're handing out
crime prevention flyers
to various merchants
in the neighborhood.
All of you? Yes, sir.
Had that not been
approved by the Borough?
No, no. It has.
Carry on. Yeah.
How you feeling? Good. I'm feeling
all right. How you feeling?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
I wanted to drop
off my apartment key
and my share of the rent.
That's... that's really
not necessary, Corinne.
Yeah, it is. Hey, hey, hey.
Look...
Hey, how's-how's the bar doing?
Not great. Also,
not your problem.
What do
you mean? It's...
How is it not my problem?
I mean, I'm still
your business partner.
Your name's not on the lease.
It's not on the state
liquor authority license.
You don't have any
obligations at all.
Like we never even
knew each other.
I'll see ya.
I'll see ya.
Aziz, it's
not gonna happen.
Why wouldn't it?
Because they don't make cops
with three years on
the job detectives.
Not unless you have a rabbi
and that rabbi has pull.
You have Haywood, right?
I don't know who I have.
7-4, Post 3.
Need an 8-5, no emergency,
at Atlantic and Shepherd.
7-4, sector
B, we got it.
Hello?
Hey, baby.
Hey, Ma.
How are you?
I'm-I'm good. I'm at work.
You're still happy
living in that place?
You know, Ma, I'm...
I'm not all that
happy right now.
Hmm. What's that about?
I don't know, I-I can't
really get into it right now.
Uh, how are, how are
things going with you?
I-I don't, I don't like
the way you sound, Brandy.
Hey, hey,
Ma, I got to go.
Okay? I-I'll talk to you soon.
We just got 10-2'd to
the house.
How's it going?
Good.
Police officers in the 7-4
were interrupted by
Chief John Suarez today
while drinking coffee and
playing on their cell phones.
Doesn't look too good, does it?
Marvin, this, never
supposed to happen.
Why did it?
A consultant to Raymond
Sharpe was in the car.
Without my knowledge,
she, uh, made a recording
of cops being derelict
and me stopping it.
Apparently, they put it up
on, uh, Sharpe's website,
which they've taken it down
at my insistence.
Hey, if I had seen it was you,
I would've figured whatever
you were doing was legit.
Listen, it's no
big thing, Chief.
Really.
Eh.
Well, that won't
be happening again.
I'm sure you didn't intend it
to happen this time, Chief.
No, I definitely didn't.
Seems as though it was
out of your control.
Doesn't excuse it.
One of the workers at
the construction site
said he recognized a guy
named Ochoa casing the place.
Said he told Lustig,
and Lustig didn't want
to do anything about it.
Lustig might've been using
Ochoa to do his dirty work.
Let all the sector cars know,
I want this Ochoa brought in.
Mm-hmm.
Ochoa works
the black market.
Sometimes they sell
stolen goods here.
Hey, s-stop right over here.
I'm gonna go and talk to my
guy in the office for a minute.
That's Ochoa!
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Keep your hands on the
steering wheel, don't move.
Got him.
Get out of the car! Step out.
Hey, what did I do?
Gonna let you chat with
the detectives about that.
Right.
Nice driving, young man.
I like cars.
So, what was your
arrangement with Adam Lustig?
I don't have an arrangement.
We have
you on felony possession
of stolen property,
which we don't much care
about one way or the other.
What we do care about is
the murder of Marcus Powell.
Whoa, I don't know
anything about that.
Is it possible you're
being set up, Louis?
By who?
Whoever beat Marcus
Powell to death maybe.
Unless that was you.
All right, look, man.
I'm a thief.
Copper pipe, plywood,
windows and doors, whatever
I can haul off and sell.
What'd he have with
him in his truck
when Sandeford and
Bentley brought him in?
"22 pieces of straight
"three-inch copper pipe,
eight copper elbows,
ten five-gallon buckets..."
"of joint compound, dozen sheets
"of half-inch
plywood, one bundle of
25 collapsed cardboard cartons."
Where did you get the
cardboard cartons from?
That's not something you usually
find at a construction site.
They were outside the front
door of one of the houses.
You usually buy bundles
of cardboard cartons
when you're moving.
So, then maybe one
of the hold-outs was
actually planning on moving.
According to the
shipping labels,
the cardboard cartons
were ordered from Uline
by Marcus Powell's
neighbor, Byron Rice.
And when we questioned
him at the crime scene,
he made it sound like
he and Marcus Powell
were dead set against moving.
You know, they were both
born in East New York.
East New York was
where they'd die.
Powell made good on that.
If Rice was planning on moving,
I'd like to know
whether Adam Lustig
had anything to do with it.
Did it ever occur to you
to simply ask for any
relevant material?
- Not really.
- No, of course not.
It's so much more satisfying
to strong-arm someone, even
though I would've happily
given you what you were
entitled to, voluntarily.
Sometimes there's a discrepancy
between what you think
we're entitled to
and what we think
we're entitled to.
Uh-huh. The warrant
spells it out.
Well, I'm gonna spell
something else out.
Anything privileged
or covered by nondisclosure
agreements leaks,
I will hold you two
responsible, personally.
Straight down to the
loading dock, guys.
Oh, getting famous, Marvin.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Logged on to Facebook,
and there you were.
Hey, hey, come on.
I wasn't expecting
to see you holding hands
with a bunch of rookies
on the corner. You
don't know a damn thing
about what was happening
on that corner, do you?
Do you?
It's not worth it,
Marvin. It's not worth it.
You're an idiot.
Do I need an appointment?
Since you don't have one,
why don't you just come in.
I understand you have
a person of interest
in the killing of Marcus Powell.
I'm not at liberty
to discuss that,
Councilwoman.
A community organizer
is murdered.
You don't go after
the people of prestige and power
who have every
reason to murder him.
Instead,
you go after the property thief.
That way you can wrap
up your investigation,
and nobody will be mad at you.
Are you suggesting I'd
have someone charged
with a crime I knew
he didn't commit?
I'm not saying you'd
do it knowingly.
I'm saying it happens.
And I do everything
within my power
to prevent it from happening.
There are forces arrayed
against us, Inspector.
The man who was killed
stood in the way,
and nothing will convince me
it's not what got him killed.
I don't say this
with any disrespect,
Councilwoman.
You're a politician, I'm a cop.
I go where the
evidence leads me.
I hope so.
Come in.
Thank you.
You're not returning
my calls, John?
After what your consultant did,
I'd say we're both
better off if I don't.
She made a mistake.
She held a cop with
26 years on the job
up to public ridicule,
not to mention significantly
corrupting my authority.
You know we've been
running focus groups.
I don't care!
One of the things that has
been consistently viewed
as negative has been
cops just hanging out
in groups, cops on their phones.
I don't need a focus group
to tell me that, Raymond,
any more than I
need a consultant
to tell me how to do my job.
Sorry.
Do you know that Regina Haywood
is going after
Adam Lustig again?
You tell him to take it up
with the Civilian
Complaint Review Board.
Okay, look.
I get it.
Now's not a good time to
be asking for anything,
whether it's legit or not.
And since you seem to feel
that a grievous
error has been made,
whether or not I agree with it,
I'll make it right.
What's going
on with your friend Sean?
Oh, I, um, I talked
to him yesterday.
You still thinking about
taking the next step?
I am still thinking, which
is part of the problem,
Dr. Sorenson.
The more I think,
the more I worry.
What are you worried about?
I worry that he is not
who he seems to be.
I...
Do you worry that
you'll be hurt by that?
I don't know about
hurt, I don't...
I don't hurt all that easily.
Your father managed to do
a pretty good job of it.
I was a little younger then.
So what's stopping you?
Uh, stopping me from... what?
Enjoying this guy's company.
Oh. Enjoying the sex.
Allowing yourself to do
what gives you pleasure,
without worrying.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Ma?
What are you doing here?
I didn't like the way you
sounded on the phone yesterday.
Okay, well, you
could've just called.
You didn't have to come here.
I wanted to, okay?
I mean, I just got
on the bus and came.
The same way people show up
for me, I showed up for you.
Thank you.
So, you still living in Boston?
I guess I never told you,
I got this really cute
place in Fall River.
You got to come up and see it.
Hey, hi. Hey.
Uh, this is Ann-Marie, my mom.
This is Andre.
Hey, Andre.
Nice to meet you.
He's handsome.
So, what do you plan on doing
while you're here?
Uh, I just wanted to
spend some time with you.
I work, Mom. I work all day.
I know. I know.
So, what are you gonna do?
I used to live
in New York, you know?
Yeah.
I know, that's what worries me.
Phew. Wow. Lustig spent
$8,000 at Bergdorf Goodman
on one suit.
Ah, Lustig Pointe Capital, the
LLC developing this property,
this is a list of
their relocation fees.
I can't imagine what it's like
to spend eight grand on a suit.
Lustig acquired the deeds
to 14 brownstones,
which they demolished,
and bought the leases
for 20 apartments,
which they also demolished.
Hey. What do we know?
According to these records,
Lustig's LLC spent a million-six
to get the tenants
and homeowners
out of the buildings
he wanted to demolish
to build Lustig Towers.
Even if it meant building around
Marcus Powell's house
and building around
Byron Rice's house.
Also, there was a $50,000
wire transfer from
Lustig's LLC account
to Byron Rice's account.
When was that? Last week.
Maybe Rice changed his
mind about selling.
Guys, this may or may
not be of interest,
Bettina Powell applied
for a real estate license
in North Carolina last month.
How would you know that?
Well, something popped out at
me when we were at the house.
Their bookshelves reflected
two distinct areas of interest.
One, political books,
Autobiography of Malcolm X,
Rules for Radicals,
that kind of thing.
The other were workbooks for
real estate license exams.
How did you know it
was in North Carolina?
Well, you start close,
you expand outward.
I was still on the East Coast
when I hit pay dirt.
Byron Rice ordered
cartons, likely for moving.
Bettina planned on moving
to North Carolina, so...
Okay.
Thanks, guys. Thanks.
Sorry to
bother you, Mr. Rice,
we just have a couple of
things we need to go over.
Do we have to do it now?
We kind of do. Oh, no.
Now, the place is a mess.
Mm, we promise not to
hold it against you.
Byron, I was
think... Ms. Powell.
Uh, I was just
giving Byron a hand.
Uh, would you mind
stepping into the other room?
Why?
Uh, lets us keep
straight who says what
when we're filling
out our reports.
Standard detective stuff.
Oh...
So, you decided
to move after Marcus
was killed, I
guess. BYRON: Yeah.
I didn't want to
be here anymore.
That's understandable.
When was it that you
and Byron fell in love?
What are you talking about?
I see two side-by-side
pillows, both of which
have been slept on,
I smell your perfume
on one of them, and
it gets me to thinking
the two of you are more
than just neighbors.
It's none of your business.
I'm not
judging you for it.
The heart wants what it wants.
You don't know the first
thing about my heart.
So, what was the $50,000
you got from Adam
Lustig for, Mr. Rice?
I told you, after Marcus passed,
I decided to sell.
How much
did you stand to make
from the sale of the house?
The longer Marcus held out,
the more they
increased the offer.
Well, your house is worth
a lot more than $50,000.
You're right,
but I signed a
nondisclosure agreement.
So, either you can tell
me or I can get a subpoena
and go through
your bank accounts.
$50,000 was ten percent down.
By the time Marcus died,
the offer was up
to half a million.
Okay, so what he was
offering was $500,000?
Mr. Lustig does not
want that getting out.
Now, getting half a million
dollars is something
of a life-changing
event, I'd think.
That must've
been tempting.
Marcus wasn't tempted by money.
What about you?
Whoa.
You already got a place
in North Carolina?
See what it's like down there.
Uh, see, 9122
Oberlin Drive. That wouldn't
belong to Lustig's company,
by any chance, would it?
It's a condo.
I'm just subletting it.
I don't know who it belongs to.
I just...
figured maybe Lustig
wanted to sweeten
the deal by throwing in
a rent-free place to live.
Did your husband know
you were having an affair?
Yeah, he knew.
Is it possible your husband
refused to take that
half a million dollars
because he knew
his friend next door, who his
wife was cheating on him with,
also stood to make a
half a million dollars?
He didn't turn down
their offer for spite.
He turned it down
because taking their
offer meant abandoning
his principles.
So where were
you two nights ago, Byron?
I met Byron for
dinner that night.
I stopped off for dinner
with Marcus and Bettina
on my way home from work.
Where'd you go?
We went to Junior's.
Gage & Tollner.
Here's what I think
you might've done,
you told your husband
that you heard someone
prowling around outside,
maybe one of the drug
addicts Lustig enlisted.
Your husband goes outside
where Byron is waiting for him,
hits him over the
head with a shovel,
and kills him.
The plan was Bettina's idea.
The plan was Byron's idea.
But you knew,
when you sent your
husband outside,
that Byron was waiting
out there to kill him,
and that's why you sent him.
Yeah.
I went along with it.
I didn't mean to kill him.
Well, that definitely
counts for something, Byron.
When you write your statement,
put down what you
did mean to do.
Well,
the good news is they
solved a homicide today.
And the bad news is that Lustig
had nothing to do with it.
Wow.
So, you managed to
talk your way past the station
house security downstairs
and my assistant just
outside.
What-what is it
you want to tell me
that was worth
doing all that for?
I wanted to let you know
that Raymond fired me.
What, am I supposed to
feel guilty about that?
You've made too many difficult
decisions in your career
to let guilt be a factor.
So why are you here?
Because Raymond Sharpe
could be the next mayor,
and you could be his
police commissioner.
You're both well-suited
for the job,
and I don't want one
dumbass move on my part
to derail the whole thing.
So why did you do it?
What did you think you
were gonna get out of it?
I wanted people to
see you in command
and feel reassured,
feel like you would
keep them safe.
You-you have
the authority. God knows
you have the looks.
I wanted to make you a hero.
Whoa. I-I probably, uh...
No, I-I made a mistake
getting involved in a
political campaign. No.
John, I am sorry.
I'm sorry I embarrassed
you and your officers.
I tend to justify my behavior by
whether or not it helps me win.
It makes me a very good
political consultant,
but not a very good
person sometimes.
Well, for what it's worth,
I'm sorry that,
uh, you got fired.
Well, it's not
without its upsides.
Which is what?
If we were still
working together,
that would be completely
unprofessional.
It still might not
be a good idea.
When we were at
dinner that night...
you wanted to kiss
me, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
And why didn't you?
Because, uh, our association
was supposed to be,
uh, work-related.
Now it's not.
And now you can.
How late you working tonight?
Probably till midnight.
I don't know how long you
can keep on doing this.
I was actually thinking
you might want to pick up
a quick 500 yourself some night.
Mm, no thanks. Ah.
Anyways, tonight's a private
party, should be pretty quiet.
Come on. Oh...
Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna
straighten him out.
You're not gonna straighten
him out. You're not gonna
- straighten anyone out.
- I'm gonna go back
in there, and I'm gonna
straighten him out. Yeah, uh, hey.
Sir, I have a situation here,
if you could just stay
put for a second, you'd be
really helping me out. Whoa,
whoa, where you going with that?
I told you, I'm gonna
straighten this guy out.
No, you go in there with
that, it's a felony.
I don't care.
And you're gonna have to
beat me unconscious
with it first.
I'm not going down
without a fight, bro.
Thanks, man. I appreciate it.
Oh, thank you for waiting, sir.
You can come on
in. What do they
pay you to do what you do here?
That's highly
classified information.
Well, figure out
whatever lie it is
you want to tell me,
and I'll triple it.
To do what?
Threat assessment,
personal protection,
pretty much what
it is you do here,
only it would be just for me.
Yeah, who are you?
Bobby Azeroff.
Hi, honey.
Hey.
How long have you
been waiting out here?
Oh, about an hour
or so. How was work?
It was, um... it was good.
Come on in. Nice.
You have dinner plans?
Uh, no. I was just gonna pull
something out of the freezer.
How about you?
I have a 9:00 meeting
at a Baptist church
on Sutter Avenue, which I have
no idea where that is, but
other than that, no plans.
So, you, um...
you still going to AA meetings?
If I wasn't, I don't think
I'd be here talking to you.
No, you see, Ma, but...
you would be.
And that's what worries me.
That you would be here
saying the same stuff
in the same sort of way, and
it would just all be a lie.
I have a year and
nine days, Brandy.
I mean, my home meeting, they
gave me a cake and everything.
Yeah.
♪ I was wine drunk... ♪
So, were you figuring
on staying here?
I don't have to. I have, uh...
a friend Cookie who's got
a place on Staten Island
where she said I could stay.
♪ It was beautiful... ♪
You don't have to
go to Staten Island.
You can just stay here.
♪ Devoid of our emptiness... ♪
I'm sorry, baby.
For what?
For everything.
I love you.
Love you, too, Ma.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah?
I heard arrests have been
made in the Marcus Powell
investigation, and I just
wanted to come by and
say congratulations.
You must be breathing
a sigh of relief.
Notwithstanding your best
efforts to make me culpable,
once again, I'm not culpable.
By the way,
you may not be aware
that I have doubled
the number of
low-income housing units
I'm providing at
Arcachon Towers East,
my mixed-use
development in Bushwick.
The one with the poor door?
Oh... I find that
term offensive.
It used to say "For Coloreds."
So now we're gonna
make this racial?
Is that what I'm doing?
From everything I hear,
those folks are grateful.
I mean, through no
fault of their own,
they have to go through
a separate entrance,
in return for which,
they get to live
in a building they
couldn't afford otherwise.
I mean, why... why
wouldn't they be grateful?
That you would even think that,
leaves no question in my mind
whether you're
capable of murder.
One day, I'm going to be able to
prove you're also guilty of it.
Well, as long as
that day isn't today.
I bid you good night
and, seriously,
congratulations.
Where are you right now?
So...
It's freezing. Can
we talk in the car?
Sure.
Get some heat going.
Regina, you got me on
the edge of my seat.
What is it you're
about to tell me?
Sean Dryden.
I've been doing some thinking...
Uh-oh. I know.
That's not always a
good thing. I mean,
depends on the conclusion
you reach. My conclusion
is the sight of
you makes me happy.
But nervous.
Uh-huh. Let me guess,
you think it might be a mistake
that we're getting more
involved than we already are.
You've got all kinds of insight
into what I'm
thinking, don't you?
I have no idea what
you're thinking.
I'm thinking
maybe we give
thinking a rest.
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We've increased the number
of patrol cars.
Cars don't do us any good.
We're also putting more
cops on foot posts.
All due respect,
seeing five officers
reading their phones
on a street corner
don't make us feel safe.
If you want to
know how I'm doing,
you should ask me.
I do ask you, all the time.
I don't want to be
asked all the time.
What can I
do? BENTLEY: Nothing.
You know, some of us
work regular hours.
That means you have
your nights fee.
Um, I got to go.
My mother
was arrested
for drug possession
for the fourth time.
I guess you could say
it left a mark.
Pastrami on rye from Gottlieb's.
This isn't about him.
It's about you.
The only reason you had
for dragging him out of here is
that you wanted to be right.
You're a bully, Tommy.
I don't want to be
with you anymore.
Your brother's
church is being sold.
Compel the sale of that
church to go forward,
and you're gonna have detectives
from Brooklyn North to Manhattan
watching your every move.
All right, Chief.
♪ We don't pretend no more ♪
♪ We don't got minutes
to spend no more... ♪
♪ Almost put a hold on rap ♪
♪ But they need that
new Saint Holy ♪
♪ The little big homie... ♪
Okay, I get it, I know. But
keep it peaceful, all right?
Okay? All right?
Leave our
streets alone!
♪ 'Cause they don't
trust the police ♪
♪ We don't pretend no more ♪
♪ We don't got minutes
to spend no more... ♪
Did you know him?
It's Marcus Powell.
He was one of the
last two hold-outs.
He decided he wasn't selling
and he'd make himself as much
a pain in the ass as possible.
You two cops?
Uh, yes, Councilwoman Ayers.
Detective Killian,
Detective Morales.
This ought to be good.
Best make sure
those storm troopers
don't make off
with any evidence.
I'm not a storm
trooper, Ms. Ayers.
I'm just trying to do my job.
You're part of a whole
engine of displacement
- forcing our people out of their
homes. - Ms. Ayers,
I'm gonna have to ask
you to step on this side
of the tape, please, thank you.
It is every day
with these people
trying to stop construction.
Did you know Marcus Powell?
I most certainly did know him.
He was a righteous man
and a courageous man.
That's why they got rid of him.
Who got rid of him?
Who are the change
agents in East New York?
Who's doing the gentrifying?
Are you aware of
any actual dispute
Mr. Powell was in?
All day and every
day, young lady.
All day and every day.
We don't want you
here! Get out!
Oh, look out!
Hey! You
with the yellow cap!
Gentrification...
No! No violence.
Stay calm, stay calm.
We live here.
All right. Where is he?
Come with me.
Detectives.
This is Marcus's widow
and their neighbor Byron.
Where is he? She wants
to see her husband
- before they take him
away. - I'm sorry,
now wouldn't be
the time for that.
Oh, come on. Just
give her a moment.
Okay, I'm sorry...
Marcus!
No! Marcus!
Marcus! Okay,
come on, come on.
Come on,
come on. Be strong.
Be strong. Be strong.
You in charge here? Yes.
Is there any chance we could
at least get started trenching?
As long as this is a
crime scene, you can't.
This is what they do to us.
They drive us wild with grief
while you and your
officers stand guard.
Councilwoman, I
need you to stand
on the other side
of the tape, okay?
Please.
Hey.
Wrap some fence up
around where the body is
and get to work.
The cops said not to. Who?
Which cop? Me.
Oh,
Inspector Haywood.
Forgive me, I didn't see you.
Another Lustig building,
another dead body.
That is four I know of.
You have a rooting interest
in me being guilty of
something, don't you?
I have a rooting interest in
people being held accountable
for their actions.
This is what I'm
accountable for, Inspector.
What I create.
Places for people to live,
raising families.
I create jobs.
I don't want your
workers on-site
until we wrap up
our investigation.
What, you're gonna push me out?
Like your boss Chief Suarez did?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, he decided that a
project of mine was, um,
not to his liking,
so he assumed the
power of a despot
and convinced me... For
the sake of expediency
and my own personal safety...
That I abandon that project.
Well...
I won't be abandoning this one.
♪ Who's gonna be
the GOAT? Not me ♪
♪ Ain't gonna
train for the UFC ♪
♪ You're protein
shaking the money tree ♪
♪ On a 12-step plan
to meet Jay-Z ♪
♪ You're busy, busy
bees, I'm free ♪
♪ Resisting, whistling
"J'aime la vie" ♪
♪ You have a dream,
I get sleep ♪
♪ I guess the best... ♪
What, are you stalking me now?
Mm. It seems that
way, doesn't it?
♪ Who's gonna be the GOAT? ♪
I know I haven't returned
your calls or texts...
Mm. What's going on?
I like you, Sean, I do, really.
Um... But?
I don't know if I'm
ready to get serious.
I'm not just serious.
I can also be funny. Stop.
Hey, these things
don't always keep.
I didn't have a
timetable when we met,
I don't have a timetable now.
I just don't want us to
miss our moment, you know?
I don't want to look back
and feel like it's passed.
I don't want that, either.
I'm sorry for
disappearing on you.
But I do, I...
I have to get back
inside right now.
Yeah, I got you.
Here you are.
Thank you. Mm-hmm.
Have a good day. You, too.
♪ Who's gonna be the GOAT? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be the GOAT? ♪
(indistinct chatter)
Keep it moving, come on.
Hey, can I just, like,
talk to you for a sec?
Yeah.
So, I-I meant to
call you last night,
but it was kind of late
when I got back
from track practice.
Yeah, it-it's okay.
Are you mad at me?
I'm just... Honestly,
I'm mad at myself.
Why?
'Cause I waited for you to call.
Uh... I'm sorry.
No, I don't, I don't
want you to be sorry.
Okay? And I don't want to
be angry, but most of all,
I just, I don't want
to keep waiting.
Look, I...
I think that we
got hot and heavy
a little too quick,
and I need us to
take a step back.
Uh, I hate that.
I'm not saying that we're not
gonna start back up again,
but, Andre, you've
got a lot going on,
and I don't think
it's good for either one of
us to be involved right now.
Okay.
Okay.
Front page of the New York Post.
I know.
Stabbing on the subway.
"Crime on Public
Transportation,"
leads every time, which
is why this election
will be won or lost
on people's perception...
Thanks. On who will be
the most likely
to keep them safe.
Which will allow me
to speak to why it is
some locations
are violence-prone
and how a high-visibility
police presence
- can best address that.
- All right.
So, Brooklyn North is
composed of ten
different precincts.
And I'd be happy to have someone
give you a breakdown
of all the statistics.
Uh, that would be
immensely helpful.
Not as helpful as being
in the car with you.
Well, I don't think
you're gonna find riding in
the car all that interesting.
If I get bored, you
can drop me off.
My father-in-law bought
this place in 1958.
He worked at the Navy Yard,
saved up, and when no bank
would give him a mortgage,
he managed to buy it for cash.
Understandable that your
husband didn't want to sell.
And were there any threats
made against your husband
if he wouldn't sell?
No one who knew him
would've bothered.
Ah, he didn't scare easily?
He didn't scare period.
He had principles and beliefs,
and that's what he lived by.
The preliminary report
from the medical examiner
puts your husband's
time of death
at between 10:00 and midnight.
Were you home at that time?
I had gone out to dinner
with my neighbor Byron.
Probably...
got home around 8:30.
And did you see your
husband after you got home?
Uh-huh.
He was sitting in this
big corduroy chair
he liked to sit in.
Uh, he was reading The Guardian.
And was that the last
time you saw him?
I went to sleep around 9:00.
The next thing I knew,
it was early morning
and, uh, cops were
knocking at my door.
Do you have any
idea why your husband
would go out at that hour?
The developer was
trying to drive us out.
He would bring junkies
and mentally ill
people to camp out
on our doorstep.
Marcus might've gone out
to try to reason with them.
I mean, he'd never blame
them for being there.
Instead he'd...
bring them food
and talk to them
about Karl Marx.
Victim's name
was Marcus Powell.
And this
was his house? Yeah.
One of the founders of the
East New York Food Co-op.
One of the founders of
the People's Free Clinic.
Arrested in 2020,
following the social
justice demonstrations.
Uh, I think you might want to
take a look at my
husband's journal.
Yes, we would. Thank you.
How much sleep are you getting,
staying up all night,
doing two jobs?
I'm getting enough.
Really? Yeah, you know,
Martha Stewart gets by
on three hours a night.
That's a good role
model for you.
Maybe in your spare time
you can learn cake decorating.
Hey.
What are we thinking?
Well, this guy was something
of an activist, you know,
so I'm wondering if that
didn't have something to do
with him killed. Mm-mm.
There's a fair amount of theft
in this construction site.
That might be a more
likely connection.
You'd like Lustig
to have something to do
with this, wouldn't you?
Nothing will convince me he
didn't have something to do
with a homicide related to
one of his projects in the past.
Someone stands in his way of
him getting what he wants,
he has them taken out.
Um...
He wrote in this
journal every day.
Uh, here's the date and time
that Lustig visited the site
and Marcus confronted him.
"Lustig said
"he could have me
killed for less than
what he's paying for Sheetrock."
So, getting your
sector cars out,
that's your first priority.
Then you-you have to take care
of your-your hospitals posts,
your emotionally
disturbed persons.
Your DOA's.
And if the personnel
were available,
you'd deploy those
cops on foot posts.
Where do we stand
on solo foot posts?
Solo? We put them on hold.
For the time being.
I think that's wise.
When it comes to police unions,
we have to pick our battles.
Hmm.
Pull over, please.
Everything okay?
Will you give me a minute?
What's going on, guys?
- Coffee klatch?
- Chief.
Put that phone away. So, what?
Your patrol sergeant's already
been by, and you figured
you got the rest of the day off?
'Cause you don't. No, sir.
Chief.
Hey. We're handing out
crime prevention flyers
to various merchants
in the neighborhood.
All of you? Yes, sir.
Had that not been
approved by the Borough?
No, no. It has.
Carry on. Yeah.
How you feeling? Good. I'm feeling
all right. How you feeling?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
I wanted to drop
off my apartment key
and my share of the rent.
That's... that's really
not necessary, Corinne.
Yeah, it is. Hey, hey, hey.
Look...
Hey, how's-how's the bar doing?
Not great. Also,
not your problem.
What do
you mean? It's...
How is it not my problem?
I mean, I'm still
your business partner.
Your name's not on the lease.
It's not on the state
liquor authority license.
You don't have any
obligations at all.
Like we never even
knew each other.
I'll see ya.
I'll see ya.
Aziz, it's
not gonna happen.
Why wouldn't it?
Because they don't make cops
with three years on
the job detectives.
Not unless you have a rabbi
and that rabbi has pull.
You have Haywood, right?
I don't know who I have.
7-4, Post 3.
Need an 8-5, no emergency,
at Atlantic and Shepherd.
7-4, sector
B, we got it.
Hello?
Hey, baby.
Hey, Ma.
How are you?
I'm-I'm good. I'm at work.
You're still happy
living in that place?
You know, Ma, I'm...
I'm not all that
happy right now.
Hmm. What's that about?
I don't know, I-I can't
really get into it right now.
Uh, how are, how are
things going with you?
I-I don't, I don't like
the way you sound, Brandy.
Hey, hey,
Ma, I got to go.
Okay? I-I'll talk to you soon.
We just got 10-2'd to
the house.
How's it going?
Good.
Police officers in the 7-4
were interrupted by
Chief John Suarez today
while drinking coffee and
playing on their cell phones.
Doesn't look too good, does it?
Marvin, this, never
supposed to happen.
Why did it?
A consultant to Raymond
Sharpe was in the car.
Without my knowledge,
she, uh, made a recording
of cops being derelict
and me stopping it.
Apparently, they put it up
on, uh, Sharpe's website,
which they've taken it down
at my insistence.
Hey, if I had seen it was you,
I would've figured whatever
you were doing was legit.
Listen, it's no
big thing, Chief.
Really.
Eh.
Well, that won't
be happening again.
I'm sure you didn't intend it
to happen this time, Chief.
No, I definitely didn't.
Seems as though it was
out of your control.
Doesn't excuse it.
One of the workers at
the construction site
said he recognized a guy
named Ochoa casing the place.
Said he told Lustig,
and Lustig didn't want
to do anything about it.
Lustig might've been using
Ochoa to do his dirty work.
Let all the sector cars know,
I want this Ochoa brought in.
Mm-hmm.
Ochoa works
the black market.
Sometimes they sell
stolen goods here.
Hey, s-stop right over here.
I'm gonna go and talk to my
guy in the office for a minute.
That's Ochoa!
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Keep your hands on the
steering wheel, don't move.
Got him.
Get out of the car! Step out.
Hey, what did I do?
Gonna let you chat with
the detectives about that.
Right.
Nice driving, young man.
I like cars.
So, what was your
arrangement with Adam Lustig?
I don't have an arrangement.
We have
you on felony possession
of stolen property,
which we don't much care
about one way or the other.
What we do care about is
the murder of Marcus Powell.
Whoa, I don't know
anything about that.
Is it possible you're
being set up, Louis?
By who?
Whoever beat Marcus
Powell to death maybe.
Unless that was you.
All right, look, man.
I'm a thief.
Copper pipe, plywood,
windows and doors, whatever
I can haul off and sell.
What'd he have with
him in his truck
when Sandeford and
Bentley brought him in?
"22 pieces of straight
"three-inch copper pipe,
eight copper elbows,
ten five-gallon buckets..."
"of joint compound, dozen sheets
"of half-inch
plywood, one bundle of
25 collapsed cardboard cartons."
Where did you get the
cardboard cartons from?
That's not something you usually
find at a construction site.
They were outside the front
door of one of the houses.
You usually buy bundles
of cardboard cartons
when you're moving.
So, then maybe one
of the hold-outs was
actually planning on moving.
According to the
shipping labels,
the cardboard cartons
were ordered from Uline
by Marcus Powell's
neighbor, Byron Rice.
And when we questioned
him at the crime scene,
he made it sound like
he and Marcus Powell
were dead set against moving.
You know, they were both
born in East New York.
East New York was
where they'd die.
Powell made good on that.
If Rice was planning on moving,
I'd like to know
whether Adam Lustig
had anything to do with it.
Did it ever occur to you
to simply ask for any
relevant material?
- Not really.
- No, of course not.
It's so much more satisfying
to strong-arm someone, even
though I would've happily
given you what you were
entitled to, voluntarily.
Sometimes there's a discrepancy
between what you think
we're entitled to
and what we think
we're entitled to.
Uh-huh. The warrant
spells it out.
Well, I'm gonna spell
something else out.
Anything privileged
or covered by nondisclosure
agreements leaks,
I will hold you two
responsible, personally.
Straight down to the
loading dock, guys.
Oh, getting famous, Marvin.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Logged on to Facebook,
and there you were.
Hey, hey, come on.
I wasn't expecting
to see you holding hands
with a bunch of rookies
on the corner. You
don't know a damn thing
about what was happening
on that corner, do you?
Do you?
It's not worth it,
Marvin. It's not worth it.
You're an idiot.
Do I need an appointment?
Since you don't have one,
why don't you just come in.
I understand you have
a person of interest
in the killing of Marcus Powell.
I'm not at liberty
to discuss that,
Councilwoman.
A community organizer
is murdered.
You don't go after
the people of prestige and power
who have every
reason to murder him.
Instead,
you go after the property thief.
That way you can wrap
up your investigation,
and nobody will be mad at you.
Are you suggesting I'd
have someone charged
with a crime I knew
he didn't commit?
I'm not saying you'd
do it knowingly.
I'm saying it happens.
And I do everything
within my power
to prevent it from happening.
There are forces arrayed
against us, Inspector.
The man who was killed
stood in the way,
and nothing will convince me
it's not what got him killed.
I don't say this
with any disrespect,
Councilwoman.
You're a politician, I'm a cop.
I go where the
evidence leads me.
I hope so.
Come in.
Thank you.
You're not returning
my calls, John?
After what your consultant did,
I'd say we're both
better off if I don't.
She made a mistake.
She held a cop with
26 years on the job
up to public ridicule,
not to mention significantly
corrupting my authority.
You know we've been
running focus groups.
I don't care!
One of the things that has
been consistently viewed
as negative has been
cops just hanging out
in groups, cops on their phones.
I don't need a focus group
to tell me that, Raymond,
any more than I
need a consultant
to tell me how to do my job.
Sorry.
Do you know that Regina Haywood
is going after
Adam Lustig again?
You tell him to take it up
with the Civilian
Complaint Review Board.
Okay, look.
I get it.
Now's not a good time to
be asking for anything,
whether it's legit or not.
And since you seem to feel
that a grievous
error has been made,
whether or not I agree with it,
I'll make it right.
What's going
on with your friend Sean?
Oh, I, um, I talked
to him yesterday.
You still thinking about
taking the next step?
I am still thinking, which
is part of the problem,
Dr. Sorenson.
The more I think,
the more I worry.
What are you worried about?
I worry that he is not
who he seems to be.
I...
Do you worry that
you'll be hurt by that?
I don't know about
hurt, I don't...
I don't hurt all that easily.
Your father managed to do
a pretty good job of it.
I was a little younger then.
So what's stopping you?
Uh, stopping me from... what?
Enjoying this guy's company.
Oh. Enjoying the sex.
Allowing yourself to do
what gives you pleasure,
without worrying.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Ma?
What are you doing here?
I didn't like the way you
sounded on the phone yesterday.
Okay, well, you
could've just called.
You didn't have to come here.
I wanted to, okay?
I mean, I just got
on the bus and came.
The same way people show up
for me, I showed up for you.
Thank you.
So, you still living in Boston?
I guess I never told you,
I got this really cute
place in Fall River.
You got to come up and see it.
Hey, hi. Hey.
Uh, this is Ann-Marie, my mom.
This is Andre.
Hey, Andre.
Nice to meet you.
He's handsome.
So, what do you plan on doing
while you're here?
Uh, I just wanted to
spend some time with you.
I work, Mom. I work all day.
I know. I know.
So, what are you gonna do?
I used to live
in New York, you know?
Yeah.
I know, that's what worries me.
Phew. Wow. Lustig spent
$8,000 at Bergdorf Goodman
on one suit.
Ah, Lustig Pointe Capital, the
LLC developing this property,
this is a list of
their relocation fees.
I can't imagine what it's like
to spend eight grand on a suit.
Lustig acquired the deeds
to 14 brownstones,
which they demolished,
and bought the leases
for 20 apartments,
which they also demolished.
Hey. What do we know?
According to these records,
Lustig's LLC spent a million-six
to get the tenants
and homeowners
out of the buildings
he wanted to demolish
to build Lustig Towers.
Even if it meant building around
Marcus Powell's house
and building around
Byron Rice's house.
Also, there was a $50,000
wire transfer from
Lustig's LLC account
to Byron Rice's account.
When was that? Last week.
Maybe Rice changed his
mind about selling.
Guys, this may or may
not be of interest,
Bettina Powell applied
for a real estate license
in North Carolina last month.
How would you know that?
Well, something popped out at
me when we were at the house.
Their bookshelves reflected
two distinct areas of interest.
One, political books,
Autobiography of Malcolm X,
Rules for Radicals,
that kind of thing.
The other were workbooks for
real estate license exams.
How did you know it
was in North Carolina?
Well, you start close,
you expand outward.
I was still on the East Coast
when I hit pay dirt.
Byron Rice ordered
cartons, likely for moving.
Bettina planned on moving
to North Carolina, so...
Okay.
Thanks, guys. Thanks.
Sorry to
bother you, Mr. Rice,
we just have a couple of
things we need to go over.
Do we have to do it now?
We kind of do. Oh, no.
Now, the place is a mess.
Mm, we promise not to
hold it against you.
Byron, I was
think... Ms. Powell.
Uh, I was just
giving Byron a hand.
Uh, would you mind
stepping into the other room?
Why?
Uh, lets us keep
straight who says what
when we're filling
out our reports.
Standard detective stuff.
Oh...
So, you decided
to move after Marcus
was killed, I
guess. BYRON: Yeah.
I didn't want to
be here anymore.
That's understandable.
When was it that you
and Byron fell in love?
What are you talking about?
I see two side-by-side
pillows, both of which
have been slept on,
I smell your perfume
on one of them, and
it gets me to thinking
the two of you are more
than just neighbors.
It's none of your business.
I'm not
judging you for it.
The heart wants what it wants.
You don't know the first
thing about my heart.
So, what was the $50,000
you got from Adam
Lustig for, Mr. Rice?
I told you, after Marcus passed,
I decided to sell.
How much
did you stand to make
from the sale of the house?
The longer Marcus held out,
the more they
increased the offer.
Well, your house is worth
a lot more than $50,000.
You're right,
but I signed a
nondisclosure agreement.
So, either you can tell
me or I can get a subpoena
and go through
your bank accounts.
$50,000 was ten percent down.
By the time Marcus died,
the offer was up
to half a million.
Okay, so what he was
offering was $500,000?
Mr. Lustig does not
want that getting out.
Now, getting half a million
dollars is something
of a life-changing
event, I'd think.
That must've
been tempting.
Marcus wasn't tempted by money.
What about you?
Whoa.
You already got a place
in North Carolina?
See what it's like down there.
Uh, see, 9122
Oberlin Drive. That wouldn't
belong to Lustig's company,
by any chance, would it?
It's a condo.
I'm just subletting it.
I don't know who it belongs to.
I just...
figured maybe Lustig
wanted to sweeten
the deal by throwing in
a rent-free place to live.
Did your husband know
you were having an affair?
Yeah, he knew.
Is it possible your husband
refused to take that
half a million dollars
because he knew
his friend next door, who his
wife was cheating on him with,
also stood to make a
half a million dollars?
He didn't turn down
their offer for spite.
He turned it down
because taking their
offer meant abandoning
his principles.
So where were
you two nights ago, Byron?
I met Byron for
dinner that night.
I stopped off for dinner
with Marcus and Bettina
on my way home from work.
Where'd you go?
We went to Junior's.
Gage & Tollner.
Here's what I think
you might've done,
you told your husband
that you heard someone
prowling around outside,
maybe one of the drug
addicts Lustig enlisted.
Your husband goes outside
where Byron is waiting for him,
hits him over the
head with a shovel,
and kills him.
The plan was Bettina's idea.
The plan was Byron's idea.
But you knew,
when you sent your
husband outside,
that Byron was waiting
out there to kill him,
and that's why you sent him.
Yeah.
I went along with it.
I didn't mean to kill him.
Well, that definitely
counts for something, Byron.
When you write your statement,
put down what you
did mean to do.
Well,
the good news is they
solved a homicide today.
And the bad news is that Lustig
had nothing to do with it.
Wow.
So, you managed to
talk your way past the station
house security downstairs
and my assistant just
outside.
What-what is it
you want to tell me
that was worth
doing all that for?
I wanted to let you know
that Raymond fired me.
What, am I supposed to
feel guilty about that?
You've made too many difficult
decisions in your career
to let guilt be a factor.
So why are you here?
Because Raymond Sharpe
could be the next mayor,
and you could be his
police commissioner.
You're both well-suited
for the job,
and I don't want one
dumbass move on my part
to derail the whole thing.
So why did you do it?
What did you think you
were gonna get out of it?
I wanted people to
see you in command
and feel reassured,
feel like you would
keep them safe.
You-you have
the authority. God knows
you have the looks.
I wanted to make you a hero.
Whoa. I-I probably, uh...
No, I-I made a mistake
getting involved in a
political campaign. No.
John, I am sorry.
I'm sorry I embarrassed
you and your officers.
I tend to justify my behavior by
whether or not it helps me win.
It makes me a very good
political consultant,
but not a very good
person sometimes.
Well, for what it's worth,
I'm sorry that,
uh, you got fired.
Well, it's not
without its upsides.
Which is what?
If we were still
working together,
that would be completely
unprofessional.
It still might not
be a good idea.
When we were at
dinner that night...
you wanted to kiss
me, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
And why didn't you?
Because, uh, our association
was supposed to be,
uh, work-related.
Now it's not.
And now you can.
How late you working tonight?
Probably till midnight.
I don't know how long you
can keep on doing this.
I was actually thinking
you might want to pick up
a quick 500 yourself some night.
Mm, no thanks. Ah.
Anyways, tonight's a private
party, should be pretty quiet.
Come on. Oh...
Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna
straighten him out.
You're not gonna straighten
him out. You're not gonna
- straighten anyone out.
- I'm gonna go back
in there, and I'm gonna
straighten him out. Yeah, uh, hey.
Sir, I have a situation here,
if you could just stay
put for a second, you'd be
really helping me out. Whoa,
whoa, where you going with that?
I told you, I'm gonna
straighten this guy out.
No, you go in there with
that, it's a felony.
I don't care.
And you're gonna have to
beat me unconscious
with it first.
I'm not going down
without a fight, bro.
Thanks, man. I appreciate it.
Oh, thank you for waiting, sir.
You can come on
in. What do they
pay you to do what you do here?
That's highly
classified information.
Well, figure out
whatever lie it is
you want to tell me,
and I'll triple it.
To do what?
Threat assessment,
personal protection,
pretty much what
it is you do here,
only it would be just for me.
Yeah, who are you?
Bobby Azeroff.
Hi, honey.
Hey.
How long have you
been waiting out here?
Oh, about an hour
or so. How was work?
It was, um... it was good.
Come on in. Nice.
You have dinner plans?
Uh, no. I was just gonna pull
something out of the freezer.
How about you?
I have a 9:00 meeting
at a Baptist church
on Sutter Avenue, which I have
no idea where that is, but
other than that, no plans.
So, you, um...
you still going to AA meetings?
If I wasn't, I don't think
I'd be here talking to you.
No, you see, Ma, but...
you would be.
And that's what worries me.
That you would be here
saying the same stuff
in the same sort of way, and
it would just all be a lie.
I have a year and
nine days, Brandy.
I mean, my home meeting, they
gave me a cake and everything.
Yeah.
♪ I was wine drunk... ♪
So, were you figuring
on staying here?
I don't have to. I have, uh...
a friend Cookie who's got
a place on Staten Island
where she said I could stay.
♪ It was beautiful... ♪
You don't have to
go to Staten Island.
You can just stay here.
♪ Devoid of our emptiness... ♪
I'm sorry, baby.
For what?
For everything.
I love you.
Love you, too, Ma.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah?
I heard arrests have been
made in the Marcus Powell
investigation, and I just
wanted to come by and
say congratulations.
You must be breathing
a sigh of relief.
Notwithstanding your best
efforts to make me culpable,
once again, I'm not culpable.
By the way,
you may not be aware
that I have doubled
the number of
low-income housing units
I'm providing at
Arcachon Towers East,
my mixed-use
development in Bushwick.
The one with the poor door?
Oh... I find that
term offensive.
It used to say "For Coloreds."
So now we're gonna
make this racial?
Is that what I'm doing?
From everything I hear,
those folks are grateful.
I mean, through no
fault of their own,
they have to go through
a separate entrance,
in return for which,
they get to live
in a building they
couldn't afford otherwise.
I mean, why... why
wouldn't they be grateful?
That you would even think that,
leaves no question in my mind
whether you're
capable of murder.
One day, I'm going to be able to
prove you're also guilty of it.
Well, as long as
that day isn't today.
I bid you good night
and, seriously,
congratulations.
Where are you right now?
So...
It's freezing. Can
we talk in the car?
Sure.
Get some heat going.
Regina, you got me on
the edge of my seat.
What is it you're
about to tell me?
Sean Dryden.
I've been doing some thinking...
Uh-oh. I know.
That's not always a
good thing. I mean,
depends on the conclusion
you reach. My conclusion
is the sight of
you makes me happy.
But nervous.
Uh-huh. Let me guess,
you think it might be a mistake
that we're getting more
involved than we already are.
You've got all kinds of insight
into what I'm
thinking, don't you?
I have no idea what
you're thinking.
I'm thinking
maybe we give
thinking a rest.
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