East New York (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 18 - In the Bag - full transcript
The 7-4's investigation into a violent home invasion leads them to question one of their own.
Previously on East New York...
Now, you might be able to get
away with killing Yolo Linden,
but your partner's death is
gonna be a little tougher.
If it was me that
went off of my nut,
Remy would've clipped
me without hesitation!
Instead, you did it to him!
We're from a different
generation, Marvin.
We like to screw up our
relationships in person.
Is that what I
did? Not just you.
But that's not a reason
not to give it a try.
FAITH: What's going on
with your friend Sean?
Do you worry that
you'll be hurt?
I don't hurt all that easily.
Your father managed
to do a pretty good job of it.
You collared Kurt Walsh.
He's no doubt talking to the
D.A., trying to cut a deal.
I have friends who are...
concerned about
what he's saying.
Apparently they're getting close
to coming out with indictments
around the death of Yolo Linden.
Well, you said yourself,
somebody has to answer
for his killing.
I just never figured
that one of them
would be your father.
RITA (echoing): You
won't find anything.
Hey, you can't go
through my stuff.
That's mine!
No, let go.
(grunting)
(door closes)
("No More" by Steve
Mason playing)
♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪
♪ All aboard, I
don't see right ♪
♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪
♪ Heaven knows I
can't see right... ♪
(indistinct radio transmission)
Good morning, Inspector.
A.D.A. Diskant.
I don't expect to see you in
the prisoner loading dock.
I don't expect to
see you here either.
We're both here to see
the same individual.
The difference is, I'm
allowed to talk to him
and you're not.
We have a number of old
investigations open,
and I'm led to believe
that Kurt Walsh might have
information relevant to them.
Are you a detective
now, Inspector?
Well, no, my range of
responsibility extends
over whatever
happens at the 7-4,
past or present.
I admire a lot of
what you've instituted
at the 7-4 since you took over,
but you're here
because of your father.
You're here because
you're open to believing
that what Kurt Walsh
tells you is true.
And that he's going to
deliver one or more cops,
as dirty as he is,
and that one of those
cops is Mo Haywood.
Why don't you put him in the
fourth floor conference room?
OFFICER: Yes, ma'am.
♪ No more... ♪
Top of the morning
to you, Inspector.
OFFICER 2: Let's go.
♪ No more... ♪
So he wants to do his time in a
prison closer to New York City
than the Canadian
border, and you're going
to consider giving that to him?
I am not at liberty to say.
Right.
♪ No more ♪
♪ No more ♪
♪ No more. ♪
I'll try not to be boring.
I won't say anything
that embarrasses you.
You won't embarrass me.
Mm-hmm. I'm sure
there are parents
that do way cooler
things than I do.
Don't you have some big movie
director's kid in your class?
Yeah, but he's not coming.
Anyway, you're a detective.
That's way cooler
than anything else.
Ms. Morales, can I
talk to you a second?
Yeah.
I am so sorry to do
this at the last minute.
We've had some feedback
from parents regarding
your talking to the class.
What kind of feedback?
I haven't done it yet.
I think the feeling is that...
policing is a polarizing subject
and that...
as important as it is
and as much as
there are good cops
who are doing all
kinds of good work,
it brings up a lot of issues.
They feel that your
presence itself
and, God, I'm...
I hate to say this, but that...
it could be triggering
for some of our students.
My presence?
Career Day should
speak to inclusion.
One child's parent is a janitor,
one child's parent is a banker.
Both, all, are members
of our society,
are members of our community.
How many children that go
here have janitors as parents?
That's not really the
point, Ms. Morales.
No, the point is, you don't
want me participating.
Not at this
particular moment, no.
I would hope,
for many reasons,
that the polarization
around policing lessens,
that the police officer
can take his or her place
alongside the butcher,
the baker and the
candlestick maker.
That is the kind of society that
I hope we're working toward.
Great, Ms. Greer.
Tell my son that I got bumped
for the candlestick maker.
And when he gets home,
I'll tell him the truth.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(siren chirps)
So, who called it in?
Neighbor. Said he
heard loud noises,
then he heard somebody fall.
Went in to check it out,
the lady was unconscious.
Name is Rita Albert.
She live alone?
Apparently she has a
grown son, lives with her.
What's this one?
Looks like a home invasion.
Oh...
You look good in uniform.
You should wear this more often.
Not now. MAN: Detective.
Interest of maintaining
crime scene integrity,
maybe we should extend the
perimeters a little bit further.
Yeah. Thanks, chief.
Appreciate the help.
No problem.
Security cameras? Nada.
And no sign of forced entry.
Our victim's name
is Rita Albert.
Back door is locked and
barred... How's it going?
Good.
You know, between sector
cars and Crime Scene,
sometimes they can't get
an ambulance through.
Whose head's on the
chopping block then?
You a cop?
Let's just say I know
what I'm talking about.
SANDEFORD: Andre.
Check this guy out.
What's up, man?
Excuse me, sir?
Sir...
Hey! Stop running!
Got nowhere else to go.
Put your hands in the air.
Put your hands in the air.
Against the shed.
Why'd you run, my man?
Ah, no reason.
Justin Albert. You
Rita Albert's son?
How you know that?
Come on.
Got some friends who want
to have a chat with you.
Okay.
♪ All this ice on me,
flashing lights on me ♪
♪ Spotlight on me ♪
♪ But can't stay low-key. ♪
Chief.
Collar brass is
upside-down, Officer.
Sorry, Chief. Hey, hey.
I'm kidding.
¿Qué te pasa?
It hit me this morning.
That having a cop for a
mother can be tough on a kid.
All kinds of things
can be tough on a kid.
Some things they turn
out to be grateful for.
Chief?
Thank you.
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
You got one of those,
right? I don't.
I remember when
you got that one.
Over the years, you get all
these certificates and plaques
and trophies.
Most of them I keep
down in the basement.
For some reason...
I keep this one up
here. I am worried, Dad.
What are you worried about?
I'm worried what Kurt Walsh
is telling the D.A.
Honey, Kurt Walsh
has zero credibility.
They run this up the chain
at the D.A.'s office,
they're gonna recognize that.
And this whole thing
is gonna go away.
Unless it doesn't.
Unless somebody looking to make
a name for herself,
like Vonny Diskant,
decides to go after
whatever cops she can...
Decorated cops, all the better.
Well, you'll be happy
to know I got a lawyer.
In case things get to the
point where I need one.
Who'd you hire?
Sy Somers.
Sy is a hundred years old,
and most of his clients
come to him
to get rental
applications notarized.
Please.
Don't kid yourself.
Sy knows his way
around the courthouse.
He doesn't inspire
a lot of confidence.
Forget all that.
Do you think I had
anything to do with
the killing of that
confidential informant?
It doesn't matter what I think.
It does matter what you think.
It matters to me.
I don't think you had
anything to do with it.
Then, for now...
I can put that in my hip pocket
and take on the world.
You just got out of
the joint in January.
When I saw all them
cop cars, I ran.
PTSD, you know?
Yeah, well, whoever it was
that got into the house,
your mother put
up quite a fight.
She sustained a concussion
and a hairline skull fracture.
Why didn't you tell
me this before?
She's still unconscious, but
her vital signs look good.
Well, can I see her?
Let's get done what we
got to do first, huh?
Are you still dealing
bootleg pharmaceuticals?
Definitely not.
Hmm. We searched the house.
I keep a few around
for my anxiety.
Must be some big-time anxiety.
Yeah.
Okay, that's a 90-day supply.
They cracked down on
writing prescriptions.
That's number one.
Then, even if you
have a prescription,
in order to get it filled,
you got to walk down the aisle
with the adult diapers,
which, since my stepfather
was incontinent,
acts as a trigger for me.
You got a trigger, too, huh?
KILLIAN: All
right, so, tell me,
what does your mother
think of you having
this size stash in the house?
Very understanding.
Oh, is she a pill junkie, too?
Strictly homeopathic.
She don't take no pills.
So she couldn't be
too understanding
of you dealing out of the house.
I wasn't dealing.
Hmm. Well...
That kind of quantity?
The law considers possession
with intent to sell.
Your mother found them,
you got into a fight with
her, one thing led to another,
and you hit her.
I'd never hit my mother.
Yeah, well, who did, Justin?
MORALES: Who?
Who that she would know and
open the door for? Hold on.
No, and don't just pick a
name out of a hat either.
Then I don't know, man.
I don't have no names,
I don't have no hat.
So, what y'all want from me?
Where were you this morning?
Same as every morning:
driving a 24-foot box truck
from Hunts Point to my
drop-offs in Brooklyn.
You could call my boss.
I'll give you his number.
In the meanwhile, can
I go see my mother?
Please.
♪ ♪
Come on in.
May I?
Sure.
I appreciate you taking
the time to see me, Chief.
How can I help you?
One of your precinct commanders
came to see me today.
Regina Haywood is concerned
that Maurice Haywood is the
target of an investigation.
I'm not surprised
she's concerned.
He is her father, after all.
It comes to a
homicide investigation
involving retired
cops from the 7-4,
a lot of people are concerned.
But she has to know
involving herself is
beyond inappropriate.
And if I detect any sign
that she continues
to be involved,
I will have no choice but to
order an official inquiry.
I'm sure that
won't be necessary.
I'll speak with
Inspector Haywood...
first chance I get.
Very good.
Thank you.
SY: When's the last
time I saw you?
I don't know, Sy.
It's been a while.
Abe Reznikoff's memorial maybe?
Really? Wow. (laughs):
Yeah. I think so.
Here, come in. Thank you.
My father tells me
you're representing him.
Yeah, he likes that I don't charge
for phone calls. Get out of here.
Please don't take
this the wrong way.
Do you feel like
you're up to it?
I know your father a long time.
I count him as my friend.
If I need help,
I will get help. Okay?
Okay.
I know that the D.A.'s
talking to Kurt Walsh.
Do we know what Walsh
is telling them?
Yeah, the D.A.'s
office provided us
with Walsh's affidavit
as part of mandatory discovery.
And he states that
he was present
in the motel room
the night Mr. Linden was
shot and fatally wounded.
Also present were an
undercover police officer
from Internal Affairs
and a prostitute
designated Jane
Doe, names redacted.
Do we know who
either of them are?
Since your father provided me
with all of his records,
we know that the undercover...
was him.
You're kidding.
Corroborated by
Internal Affairs.
Well, uh, what
about the prostitute
designated Jane Doe?
Has not been identified.
I imagined my father
doing a lot of things,
I never would have imagined
him working undercover
for Internal Affairs.
Some things you
take to the grave.
(sighs) What does
Walsh's affidavit allege
my father did in the motel room?
Does it... even say?
According to Walsh,
it was your father who
pulled the trigger.
♪ ♪
Oh, hey, I forgot to
ask: How'd Career Day go?
Where are we on the robbery?
Uh, guy next door
had a security camera rigged up
on account of people
going through his garbage.
I'm just trying
to get it to play.
Shouldn't be that tough, Tommy.
Get up.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Something happened
at the school.
Yeah, something
happened at the school.
They don't want me to
talk to Sebastian's class.
Why not?
Danger of triggering.
I carry a gun and
a set of cuffs,
and those Upper East
Side parents that send
their kids to that school
would rather not
think about that.
Makes you think
he'd be better off
someplace else.
Someplace else where?
Where you don't find that
kind of anti-cop sentiment.
So take him away
from his friends
in the middle of a school
year, blow off the scholarship
that lets him have the
advantages of that school?
He was so excited to have me
stand up in his class, too.
You'd think that would matter.
(sighs)
What's the timestamp
we're looking for?
Well, we put it around 06:30.
Wait a minute.
The perp's a cop.
(sighs)
Chief, you wanted to see
me? Yeah, come on in.
Thanks for coming over.
You've been asking questions
about the Yolo Linden case?
Vonny Diskant is looking to
put another notch on her belt,
which is fine, but if she's
cutting deals with Kurt Walsh,
I want to know about it.
At this stage of
the investigation,
you're not supposed
to know about it.
So I find out my father's been
lied about after the fact.
How sure are you that
it would be a lie?
Look at the source.
No. I know.
Between Kurt Walsh
and Mo Haywood,
who are you going to believe?
Yolo was my guy, Regina.
I must've cleared
a dozen major cases using
information he provided me.
The fact that his murder
has gone unsolved all
these years weighs on me.
So you're not willing to
rule out the possibility
that it was my father
who killed him.
No. I'm not willing
to rule it out.
I want the truth to come out
as much as you do, Chief.
The truth has a
way of coming out.
And if it means your
father gets indicted
and has to stand trial,
that's what it means.
But you can't interfere.
Are we straight on that?
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
MAURICE: That-that address
is right off Avenue C, right?
KEE: Avenue C, yeah. MAURICE:
That's where he grew up?
Dad? KEE: Lower East Side.
No kidding? Dad.
His dad grew up on the
Lower East Side. One second.
We send out the picture of
this suspected cop-burglar?
Uh, it went out to the
chief of D's office.
They should be sending it out,
uh, citywide any time now.
What's this?
You wanted to look at
my notes from back then.
I brought 'em over. Great.
Let's go to my office.
(grunts)
I'll see you, Kee. Lieutenant.
MAURICE: Sy told me
you stopped by today.
I wanted to satisfy myself
that he was up to the task.
Did you?
Not particularly.
But he managed to unearth
some interesting things.
Like what?
For starters, I wasn't
expecting to hear
you were a field associate
for Internal Affairs.
You really got to put
that in context, Regina.
Back then, the 7-4
had cops who were
like gangsters.
They were shaking
drug dealers down,
they were terrorizing people.
When IAD approached me
to help put a stop to it,
it seemed like a
good thing to do.
I imagine that must
have been hard for you.
Most of the cops that I gave up,
I didn't lose any sleep over.
But then some of them you did.
There was a guy I gave up
for frequenting social clubs,
then for taking money.
He got suspended, then
fired, then divorced.
Last I heard, he was
driving a tow truck.
What about Kurt Walsh?
What about him?
Ever pass along anything
incriminating about him?
Numerous times.
That man is an animal.
I watched Kurt Walsh
tune up a runner
for one of the heroin dealers
over on Pitkin Avenue.
Kid couldn't have weighed
more than a hundred pounds.
Walsh took his stash
and took his money, then threw
him down a flight of stairs.
Walsh ever get busted for that?
Until he murdered his ex-partner
a few months ago,
Walsh never got
busted for anything.
BENTLEY: Yeah, we'll
talk about it some more.
OFFICER: All right.
See you later.
Hey. Hey.
Let me show you something.
What's up?
It's my shield.
You gonna wear that?
No, I'm not gonna
wear it, stupid.
Oh.
I'm gonna gave it to Tamika.
That's like a thing, right?
Wearing a miniature
of somebody's shield?
Yes, Andre, it's a thing.
Nah, I mean...
must mean things are going
pretty good between you and her.
We wake up next to each
other in the morning,
go to sleep next to
each other at night.
There ain't nothing I
want that I don't have.
(phones chiming)
Whoa, it was a cop behind
that assault this morning?
He looks familiar.
Yeah.
He does look familiar.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
One thing this guy had going
for him: a cop shows up
in uniform, most people
are gonna let him in,
which explains the
no forced entry.
Something about
this guy's wrong.
Excuse me, Detectives.
We just got an alert.
We think that... Yo.
That's the guy we all saw at
the crime scene this morning.
He's definitely not a cop.
He kind of talked
like one, though.
That's the know-it-all guy.
Those medals are
military medals.
And the collar
brass are flowers.
I'm glad he's not a cop,
he's a damn police buff.
MORALES: A police buff
assaulting women in their homes.
Oh, excuse me, Officer.
Yes, ma'am, how can I help you?
I-I've managed to get
separated from my tour group.
I know the bus is
leaving from the corner
of Liberty and Sheffield.
I hope I'm pronouncing
that correctly.
Yeah, you're fine.
So, this is Liberty
here. Uh-huh.
And Sheffield is just two
blocks in that direction.
Oh, thank you. And
if you'd like...
I can walk you there.
Oh, would you?
It would be my
pleasure. Come on.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
SEAN: Hey.
You coming to bed
anytime soon? No.
Ticket stubs from Yankees games,
copies of 61s he
wrote as a patrolman,
and matchbooks from restaurants.
Wow.
Well, if you know what
you're looking for,
I could try and help you.
I don't know what I'm looking
for. That's the problem.
I also don't know why he would
hold onto all this stuff.
Well, he was living two lives.
Might have been a matter
of trying to keep straight
what was in each of them.
Is that what you did?
When you lie for a living,
you got to remember
who you told what to.
Are you lying to
anyone now, Sean?
Well, my name's not Sean Dryden.
(laughs sarcastically)
(laughs)
What's going on?
Nothing.
Where are you going?
I need to handle something.
Do you want me to come with you?
I need to handle it myself.
(sighs)
Who are...? (shushes)
Who are the girls?
I don't know. Whoever
we were out with
when I was working
for Internal Affairs.
Who is the one on your lap?
Come on, Regina.
Look at the date
on the photograph.
I can't make it
out. What is it?
It was my 16th birthday.
That was my birthday,
and you were with her.
I was working, honey.
You know
what kind of crazy hours
I had to keep sometimes.
(crying): How long you
gonna keep doing this, Dad?
It's true, though.
I had to be around
all kinds of
unsavory characters.
Even on special days when I
should have been with you.
Did you sleep with her?
What kind of question
is that to ask me?
Did you?
(sniffles)
Regina? You...
You stay away from me.
R-Regina, come back here.
Please. (door closes)
♪ ♪
You know any of these
girls from back in the day?
Yeah, I know, I
know all of them.
There was a prostitute
stroll on Loring Avenue,
and we used to
periodically do sweeps.
Y-You'd collar the same
girls over and over again.
Her name was Peaches.
That's Sharon.
And this one here's Bunny.
Thanks. Yeah, I can
cross-reference nicknames,
arrest records, photographs,
maybe come up with something
i-if you're looking for 'em.
No, that's all right, Marvin.
I'll take care of it.
Are you the officer in charge?
How can I help you, ma'am?
One of your officers
was so courteous.
He gave me directions, then
he actually walked me
to where I was going.
Ah, well, isn't that something?
I didn't get his name,
but I did write down
his badge number
as soon as I was
back on the tour bus.
That right?
We Red Hat ladies
recognize acts of kindness.
We recognize when someone
takes pride in their work.
Isn't it about time
more people did
that? Absolutely.
You have a blessed day,
Officer Kee. (chuckles)
See? I'm gonna remember to
know your names from now on.
Well, you have a
blessed day, too, ma'am.
Hey. That woman Rita Albert,
whose place got broken into,
she's out of the hospital.
I heard.
Yeah, she told the
cop outside her room
that our fake cop said
he came to her apartment
to check on her son's parole
status, but once he was inside,
she caught him going
through her stuff
before he assaulted her.
I'm just glad he didn't
turn out to be a real cop.
Give people one more
reason to hate us.
Yeah, Killian told me what
happened at your kid's school.
Hard for an eight-year-old
to understand
why his mother's
presence is a trigger.
Yeah, same old story, you
know, people hating on cops
till they need one.
My son doesn't know that
people hate on cops.
He still thinks
we're the good guys.
What time does your
son get out of school?
YENKO: Our fake cop
apparently took
seriously what it means
to be of service.
You mean, when he
wasn't doing robberies.
YENKO: So impressed
was one civilian
that she took down
his badge number.
It corresponds to
a George Callas,
who retired from the job
in 1998.
We have an address?
He's in Bay Ridge.
We got a sector car
heading out that way
to pick him up now.
Oh. There's progress.
("Repeat" by Sways playing)
♪ Hey, boy ♪
♪ Bad up the beat, then repeat ♪
♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's
me, that's a three-peat ♪
♪ Victory, I gotta
win, can't defeat me ♪
♪ Outta my... outta my league ♪
♪ But she needy, like,
why she need me? ♪
ANGELA: Yeah, have a good day.
KID: Thank you.
♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's
me, that's a three-peat ♪
♪ Victory, I gotta
win, can't defeat me ♪
♪ Outta my... outta my
league, but she needy ♪
♪ Like, why she need me? ♪
Angela.
Yeah?
I wonder if I could talk
to you for a minute.
About what?
Something that
happened 26 years ago.
I don't have a very good memory
for things that long ago.
Does the name Yolo Linden
ring a bell? Does not.
Think back, Ms. Bridwell.
You were in a motel room
on Atlantic Avenue
where Yolo Linden
got shot to death.
Look, lady, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I'm a school crossing guard.
You were a prostitute.
You went by Bunny,
and Yolo Linden was your pimp.
And the cop who killed
him is trying to get you
to implicate my father
in the murder.
Your father Mo Haywood?
Yes, he is.
How is Mo?
He's all right.
He tell you to come talk to me?
He doesn't know
anything about it.
Then how you find me?
Surveillance photograph with
three cops and three women.
Two of the women are dead,
and you've been arrested
enough times to leave a trail,
so, you know.
I don't get arrested
so much anymore.
Kurt Walsh get in touch with you
about your grand
jury appearance?
I don't know any Kurt Walsh.
Has he threatened you?
I told you, I don't
know who he is.
If anyone tries
to intimidate you,
or is pressuring you to lie,
you get in touch with me,
put a stop to it, okay?
How you know about
the grand jury?
Spoke to Sy Somers and
put two and two together.
If Mo Haywood was in on
the killing of Yolo Linden,
you should say that.
If he wasn't, you
should say that.
When vice cops would do sweeps,
Sy Somers would get me released.
Your father? He'd post my bail.
Your father pays Sy's fees.
He's a good guy, your father.
Come on, babies.
There's something about the
smell of a precinct, you know?
I started out at the
7-8, went to the 1-14,
then to the 2-6,
which was a blessing,
since I was living in
Nyack at the time. (laughs)
All smell the same.
Yeah, well, um, so,
tell me... does this guy
look familiar? (laughs)
Yeah, that's Carl.
Carl who?
Carl Dannemeyer. Officer Carl.
Why do you call him
that? He's a buff.
Knows all the terminology,
had a scanner.
To talk to him, you'd
think he was a cop.
Uh, how'd he wind
up with your shield?
I gave it to him. I had dupes.
He told me it was
for a costume party,
but I could see how
much it meant to him.
He'd clip it to his jacket, wear
it on a chain around his neck.
(laughs)
I didn't have the heart
to ask for it back.
He in some kind of trouble?
It's a possible robbery.
That'd surprise me.
The guy I know
is basically harmless.
Hmm. He'll be out there,
uh, you know, directing
traffic in a snowstorm,
helping an old person
cross the street.
What'd he do for money?
He'd been working as a
doorman in Brooklyn Heights.
But he got let go.
Had to move out of his place.
I felt for him.
Let him store a bunch
of things in my garage.
Can we take a look
at those things?
Sure.
YENKO: What a collection.
This French Connection poster
is signed by Eddie Egan.
You know who he is? Yeah,
yeah, yeah, he was the model
for Popeye Doyle
that Gene Hackman...
He was the model
for Popeye Doyle,
who Gene Hackman
played in the movie.
And there are all these
signed photographs
of police commissioners.
Oh, look at this.
Geez.
Keechant Sewell, Bill Bratton.
(chuckles) Ray Kelly.
QUINLAN: He collects them like
they're baseball cards. Yeah.
Although, why are there so
many pictures of a cello?
QUINLAN: Oh, I can shine
some light on that.
Please. So, I went on
the stolen property index,
and there was a cello known as
the Steinmuller Stradivarius,
and it was reported stolen
by the principal cellist
of the Cleveland
Symphony Orchestra,
and it looks a
lot like this one.
See, that's interesting,
because Stradivarius
was known primarily for violins.
Do we think Dannemeyer
stole the cello?
Find out why he got fired
from his doorman job.
Then, uh, last known address,
and if there are any
relatives, girlfriends
who might be living in
the area, et cetera.
And these guns are pretty
realistic-looking but
they're all rubber, so
I'm guessing he's unarmed.
Guess again.
Real ammo.
♪ ♪
Carl's a beautiful person.
I wish he was
still working here.
Ah. Cleaning lady's upstairs,
Mrs. Caponogro.
Thank you, Larry.
Why isn't he still working
here? They caught him
going into somebody's apartment
when the people weren't there.
Yeah? They catch him
stealing anything?
Not to my knowledge,
but you can't be going
into people's apartments
when they're not there.
That's across the board. Mm.
What apartment?
18D. Ashford's.
Carl was convinced they had
some kind of illegal
operation going on,
and he was determined
to bust it up.
Something about a stolen cello.
He was all set to be a
hero when they fired him.
18D.
Ashford.
Yes, ma'am.
I know that there's gonna
be all kinds of people
hanging around the courthouse.
I was wondering
you come with me?
They won't let me in
the grand jury room.
Can you stay with me, at
least, till I get in there?
Of course I can.
Of course. Uh, let
me grab my coat.
NEWSMAN (on TV): Though
supported by the mayor,
Proposition H had
been questioned...
How you doing? Hey.
Oh, no.
Coffee's on me, Officer.
The hell you doing?
You know that's
attempted bribery?
I'm just breaking your
balls. Put it in the tip jar.
NEWSWOMAN: A Developing
story, Appreciate it.
All New York News
reports from the scene.
REPORTER: A Brooklyn
couple has been arrested
in connection with the theft of
the Steinmuller Stradivarius,
one of only 60
cellos in the world
made by Antonio Stradivari,
and valued between three
and four million dollars.
The NYPD would like to
thank an alert doorman.
Larry Simic spotted the cello...
Larry Simic? Did she
just say Larry Simic?
To receive a $50,000 reward...
Larry Simic had nothing
to do with that.
Nick and Shelly, back to you.
NICK: We'll be sure to
bring you more on this...
Have a good night,
Charlie. Thanks.
Don't let the cold hit you.
Larry.
I thought you were a stand-up
guy, Larry. It's-it's not
what you think,
Carl. No. It's not?
It's not you taking
credit for what I done?
Please... please
put the gun away.
First, you and me are gonna
find this TV news person
and you're gonna tell her
the truth on who did what.
Put the gun down!
CARL: So, that news report
was to entice me? Nice.
Up against the fence.
I knew you were a cop.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
CARL: It's in the eyes.
Yeah, I knew you
were checking me out.
I could tell you have
a heightened awareness
of your surroundings.
That's what it's
all about for a cop.
Good to know you
pass muster with him.
Hey, I'm old school.
I used to be skeptical
of a woman on the job,
but not anymore.
Man, well, let me get
this straightened out,
I'd work with you anytime.
Oh, yeah? Great.
Your new partner?
Eh, think he'll work with me?
Not sure. Yeah.
Great job, Larry. (chuckles)
Hell of a job, Larry.
Hell of a job.
Frickin' awesome. (chuckles)
I should be sitting where you're
sitting, you know that? Just sit down.
So, what happened? I flunked the
psych tests at the police academy.
Something about me being, uh,
delusional with narcissistic
tendencies. No,
no, no, no, no, no.
You talked your way into
the Albert woman's home.
Mm-hmm.
Why? Her son was doing
a brisk trade in
bootleg pharmaceuticals.
I thought it was
time I shut it down.
And then, when the woman
tried to stop you,
you assaulted her.
That was an accident.
We're talking Class
A misdemeanor, right?
That's a 120.00.
Yeah, while in the
commission of a robbery.
160.10, if you're
putting it in your notes.
It doesn't rise to a 160.10.
No way. It wasn't a robbery.
Carrying an unlicensed
firearm is a Class B felony.
Impersonating a police
officer is a Class A felony.
I wasn't impersonating
a police officer.
I am a police officer.
You're not a police
officer. Why?
Why? Because my name's
not on the duty roster?
It's not a job like
other jobs, you know.
You don't punch
in and punch out.
It's a calling.
It's something you're
put on this earth to do.
We should probably run
him over to the hospital
for a psych evaluation.
I don't need a psych evaluation.
I am completely clear in my mind
on who I am and what
it is that I do.
You know, the funny thing
is, it doesn't matter
what other people think of us.
There's no "us."
Just as many people
love us as hate us.
And whether they
love us or hate us,
they all need us.
A.D.A. Diskant.
Inspector. I was wondering
when we're likely to hear
something. We already heard.
You can tell your father
he's in the clear.
(indistinct chatter)
Put him in the car.
I guess Bunny's more afraid
of you than she is of me.
Maybe unlike you, she
actually has a conscience.
(chuckles) That's all right.
If I made it so that whenever
you think of your father,
you think of him
with this whore,
my work here is done.
Dannemora's a cold place
to be spending the rest
of your life, Kurt.
Dress warm.
Let's go, Walsh. Let's go.
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Four, five
shooters in a town ♪
♪ When the streets
get cold, I'm... ♪
SUAREZ: Yeah, Chief.
Uh, I'll head over there
as soon as I, uh, leave the 7-4.
Yes, sir.
Good news about your dad?
Looks like.
Sometimes the truth has
a way of coming out,
even without you
getting involved.
Yeah, I'm glad I didn't have to.
♪ The bottle ♪
♪ Uh, trying to
swallow my pride ♪
(school bell rings)
♪ All right, all right... ♪
How was school
today? All right.
Anybody say anything about
Career Day yesterday?
They don't think
you're really a cop.
You told them I
was, though, right?
They don't believe me.
SANDEFORD (on P.A.):
Mr. Sebastian.
(siren chirps) KID: Whoa!
Well, maybe now they will.
Huh?
We're getting a
special ride home.
Come on. SEBASTIAN: For real?
(kids chattering)
Hop in, young man.
You, too, young lady.
Oh, my God. (laughter)
BOY: That's so cool.
Hey. Your father's
here, Inspector.
Oh, no, tell him
that I'm bus...
It's all right.
I am so grateful for
what you did, Regina.
I am glad that it
all worked out.
Might have been
a very different outcome
if you hadn't gone to bat
for me with that woman.
"That woman"? I think
she deserves for you
to at least call
her by her name.
I made a mistake, honey.
Back then, I made
a lot of mistakes. No.
Parking in a tow-away
zone, that is a mistake.
What you did went
way beyond that.
See, this is why
I didn't want it
to touch you.
I didn't want it to hurt you.
But it did.
You took your pleasures
where you found them,
felt nowhere near enough
shame to put a crimp
in your evenings and
went on your merry way.
I am sorry, Regina, okay?
You're sorry I found
out what you did.
I knew you left us.
I thought it was the
stress of the job.
At the time and, uh,
for years after,
I thought it was, uh, demands
that we made on
you. (short chuckle)
I never thought there
was this woman...
Named Angela...
Who either put out
or got sent to jail.
It wasn't like that.
Don't you dare tell
me what it was like.
Hey.
What can I do to make it right?
Absolutely nothing.
Captioning sponsored by CBS
Now, you might be able to get
away with killing Yolo Linden,
but your partner's death is
gonna be a little tougher.
If it was me that
went off of my nut,
Remy would've clipped
me without hesitation!
Instead, you did it to him!
We're from a different
generation, Marvin.
We like to screw up our
relationships in person.
Is that what I
did? Not just you.
But that's not a reason
not to give it a try.
FAITH: What's going on
with your friend Sean?
Do you worry that
you'll be hurt?
I don't hurt all that easily.
Your father managed
to do a pretty good job of it.
You collared Kurt Walsh.
He's no doubt talking to the
D.A., trying to cut a deal.
I have friends who are...
concerned about
what he's saying.
Apparently they're getting close
to coming out with indictments
around the death of Yolo Linden.
Well, you said yourself,
somebody has to answer
for his killing.
I just never figured
that one of them
would be your father.
RITA (echoing): You
won't find anything.
Hey, you can't go
through my stuff.
That's mine!
No, let go.
(grunting)
(door closes)
("No More" by Steve
Mason playing)
♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪
♪ All aboard, I
don't see right ♪
♪ All aboard, I see Australia ♪
♪ Heaven knows I
can't see right... ♪
(indistinct radio transmission)
Good morning, Inspector.
A.D.A. Diskant.
I don't expect to see you in
the prisoner loading dock.
I don't expect to
see you here either.
We're both here to see
the same individual.
The difference is, I'm
allowed to talk to him
and you're not.
We have a number of old
investigations open,
and I'm led to believe
that Kurt Walsh might have
information relevant to them.
Are you a detective
now, Inspector?
Well, no, my range of
responsibility extends
over whatever
happens at the 7-4,
past or present.
I admire a lot of
what you've instituted
at the 7-4 since you took over,
but you're here
because of your father.
You're here because
you're open to believing
that what Kurt Walsh
tells you is true.
And that he's going to
deliver one or more cops,
as dirty as he is,
and that one of those
cops is Mo Haywood.
Why don't you put him in the
fourth floor conference room?
OFFICER: Yes, ma'am.
♪ No more... ♪
Top of the morning
to you, Inspector.
OFFICER 2: Let's go.
♪ No more... ♪
So he wants to do his time in a
prison closer to New York City
than the Canadian
border, and you're going
to consider giving that to him?
I am not at liberty to say.
Right.
♪ No more ♪
♪ No more ♪
♪ No more. ♪
I'll try not to be boring.
I won't say anything
that embarrasses you.
You won't embarrass me.
Mm-hmm. I'm sure
there are parents
that do way cooler
things than I do.
Don't you have some big movie
director's kid in your class?
Yeah, but he's not coming.
Anyway, you're a detective.
That's way cooler
than anything else.
Ms. Morales, can I
talk to you a second?
Yeah.
I am so sorry to do
this at the last minute.
We've had some feedback
from parents regarding
your talking to the class.
What kind of feedback?
I haven't done it yet.
I think the feeling is that...
policing is a polarizing subject
and that...
as important as it is
and as much as
there are good cops
who are doing all
kinds of good work,
it brings up a lot of issues.
They feel that your
presence itself
and, God, I'm...
I hate to say this, but that...
it could be triggering
for some of our students.
My presence?
Career Day should
speak to inclusion.
One child's parent is a janitor,
one child's parent is a banker.
Both, all, are members
of our society,
are members of our community.
How many children that go
here have janitors as parents?
That's not really the
point, Ms. Morales.
No, the point is, you don't
want me participating.
Not at this
particular moment, no.
I would hope,
for many reasons,
that the polarization
around policing lessens,
that the police officer
can take his or her place
alongside the butcher,
the baker and the
candlestick maker.
That is the kind of society that
I hope we're working toward.
Great, Ms. Greer.
Tell my son that I got bumped
for the candlestick maker.
And when he gets home,
I'll tell him the truth.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(siren chirps)
So, who called it in?
Neighbor. Said he
heard loud noises,
then he heard somebody fall.
Went in to check it out,
the lady was unconscious.
Name is Rita Albert.
She live alone?
Apparently she has a
grown son, lives with her.
What's this one?
Looks like a home invasion.
Oh...
You look good in uniform.
You should wear this more often.
Not now. MAN: Detective.
Interest of maintaining
crime scene integrity,
maybe we should extend the
perimeters a little bit further.
Yeah. Thanks, chief.
Appreciate the help.
No problem.
Security cameras? Nada.
And no sign of forced entry.
Our victim's name
is Rita Albert.
Back door is locked and
barred... How's it going?
Good.
You know, between sector
cars and Crime Scene,
sometimes they can't get
an ambulance through.
Whose head's on the
chopping block then?
You a cop?
Let's just say I know
what I'm talking about.
SANDEFORD: Andre.
Check this guy out.
What's up, man?
Excuse me, sir?
Sir...
Hey! Stop running!
Got nowhere else to go.
Put your hands in the air.
Put your hands in the air.
Against the shed.
Why'd you run, my man?
Ah, no reason.
Justin Albert. You
Rita Albert's son?
How you know that?
Come on.
Got some friends who want
to have a chat with you.
Okay.
♪ All this ice on me,
flashing lights on me ♪
♪ Spotlight on me ♪
♪ But can't stay low-key. ♪
Chief.
Collar brass is
upside-down, Officer.
Sorry, Chief. Hey, hey.
I'm kidding.
¿Qué te pasa?
It hit me this morning.
That having a cop for a
mother can be tough on a kid.
All kinds of things
can be tough on a kid.
Some things they turn
out to be grateful for.
Chief?
Thank you.
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
You got one of those,
right? I don't.
I remember when
you got that one.
Over the years, you get all
these certificates and plaques
and trophies.
Most of them I keep
down in the basement.
For some reason...
I keep this one up
here. I am worried, Dad.
What are you worried about?
I'm worried what Kurt Walsh
is telling the D.A.
Honey, Kurt Walsh
has zero credibility.
They run this up the chain
at the D.A.'s office,
they're gonna recognize that.
And this whole thing
is gonna go away.
Unless it doesn't.
Unless somebody looking to make
a name for herself,
like Vonny Diskant,
decides to go after
whatever cops she can...
Decorated cops, all the better.
Well, you'll be happy
to know I got a lawyer.
In case things get to the
point where I need one.
Who'd you hire?
Sy Somers.
Sy is a hundred years old,
and most of his clients
come to him
to get rental
applications notarized.
Please.
Don't kid yourself.
Sy knows his way
around the courthouse.
He doesn't inspire
a lot of confidence.
Forget all that.
Do you think I had
anything to do with
the killing of that
confidential informant?
It doesn't matter what I think.
It does matter what you think.
It matters to me.
I don't think you had
anything to do with it.
Then, for now...
I can put that in my hip pocket
and take on the world.
You just got out of
the joint in January.
When I saw all them
cop cars, I ran.
PTSD, you know?
Yeah, well, whoever it was
that got into the house,
your mother put
up quite a fight.
She sustained a concussion
and a hairline skull fracture.
Why didn't you tell
me this before?
She's still unconscious, but
her vital signs look good.
Well, can I see her?
Let's get done what we
got to do first, huh?
Are you still dealing
bootleg pharmaceuticals?
Definitely not.
Hmm. We searched the house.
I keep a few around
for my anxiety.
Must be some big-time anxiety.
Yeah.
Okay, that's a 90-day supply.
They cracked down on
writing prescriptions.
That's number one.
Then, even if you
have a prescription,
in order to get it filled,
you got to walk down the aisle
with the adult diapers,
which, since my stepfather
was incontinent,
acts as a trigger for me.
You got a trigger, too, huh?
KILLIAN: All
right, so, tell me,
what does your mother
think of you having
this size stash in the house?
Very understanding.
Oh, is she a pill junkie, too?
Strictly homeopathic.
She don't take no pills.
So she couldn't be
too understanding
of you dealing out of the house.
I wasn't dealing.
Hmm. Well...
That kind of quantity?
The law considers possession
with intent to sell.
Your mother found them,
you got into a fight with
her, one thing led to another,
and you hit her.
I'd never hit my mother.
Yeah, well, who did, Justin?
MORALES: Who?
Who that she would know and
open the door for? Hold on.
No, and don't just pick a
name out of a hat either.
Then I don't know, man.
I don't have no names,
I don't have no hat.
So, what y'all want from me?
Where were you this morning?
Same as every morning:
driving a 24-foot box truck
from Hunts Point to my
drop-offs in Brooklyn.
You could call my boss.
I'll give you his number.
In the meanwhile, can
I go see my mother?
Please.
♪ ♪
Come on in.
May I?
Sure.
I appreciate you taking
the time to see me, Chief.
How can I help you?
One of your precinct commanders
came to see me today.
Regina Haywood is concerned
that Maurice Haywood is the
target of an investigation.
I'm not surprised
she's concerned.
He is her father, after all.
It comes to a
homicide investigation
involving retired
cops from the 7-4,
a lot of people are concerned.
But she has to know
involving herself is
beyond inappropriate.
And if I detect any sign
that she continues
to be involved,
I will have no choice but to
order an official inquiry.
I'm sure that
won't be necessary.
I'll speak with
Inspector Haywood...
first chance I get.
Very good.
Thank you.
SY: When's the last
time I saw you?
I don't know, Sy.
It's been a while.
Abe Reznikoff's memorial maybe?
Really? Wow. (laughs):
Yeah. I think so.
Here, come in. Thank you.
My father tells me
you're representing him.
Yeah, he likes that I don't charge
for phone calls. Get out of here.
Please don't take
this the wrong way.
Do you feel like
you're up to it?
I know your father a long time.
I count him as my friend.
If I need help,
I will get help. Okay?
Okay.
I know that the D.A.'s
talking to Kurt Walsh.
Do we know what Walsh
is telling them?
Yeah, the D.A.'s
office provided us
with Walsh's affidavit
as part of mandatory discovery.
And he states that
he was present
in the motel room
the night Mr. Linden was
shot and fatally wounded.
Also present were an
undercover police officer
from Internal Affairs
and a prostitute
designated Jane
Doe, names redacted.
Do we know who
either of them are?
Since your father provided me
with all of his records,
we know that the undercover...
was him.
You're kidding.
Corroborated by
Internal Affairs.
Well, uh, what
about the prostitute
designated Jane Doe?
Has not been identified.
I imagined my father
doing a lot of things,
I never would have imagined
him working undercover
for Internal Affairs.
Some things you
take to the grave.
(sighs) What does
Walsh's affidavit allege
my father did in the motel room?
Does it... even say?
According to Walsh,
it was your father who
pulled the trigger.
♪ ♪
Oh, hey, I forgot to
ask: How'd Career Day go?
Where are we on the robbery?
Uh, guy next door
had a security camera rigged up
on account of people
going through his garbage.
I'm just trying
to get it to play.
Shouldn't be that tough, Tommy.
Get up.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Something happened
at the school.
Yeah, something
happened at the school.
They don't want me to
talk to Sebastian's class.
Why not?
Danger of triggering.
I carry a gun and
a set of cuffs,
and those Upper East
Side parents that send
their kids to that school
would rather not
think about that.
Makes you think
he'd be better off
someplace else.
Someplace else where?
Where you don't find that
kind of anti-cop sentiment.
So take him away
from his friends
in the middle of a school
year, blow off the scholarship
that lets him have the
advantages of that school?
He was so excited to have me
stand up in his class, too.
You'd think that would matter.
(sighs)
What's the timestamp
we're looking for?
Well, we put it around 06:30.
Wait a minute.
The perp's a cop.
(sighs)
Chief, you wanted to see
me? Yeah, come on in.
Thanks for coming over.
You've been asking questions
about the Yolo Linden case?
Vonny Diskant is looking to
put another notch on her belt,
which is fine, but if she's
cutting deals with Kurt Walsh,
I want to know about it.
At this stage of
the investigation,
you're not supposed
to know about it.
So I find out my father's been
lied about after the fact.
How sure are you that
it would be a lie?
Look at the source.
No. I know.
Between Kurt Walsh
and Mo Haywood,
who are you going to believe?
Yolo was my guy, Regina.
I must've cleared
a dozen major cases using
information he provided me.
The fact that his murder
has gone unsolved all
these years weighs on me.
So you're not willing to
rule out the possibility
that it was my father
who killed him.
No. I'm not willing
to rule it out.
I want the truth to come out
as much as you do, Chief.
The truth has a
way of coming out.
And if it means your
father gets indicted
and has to stand trial,
that's what it means.
But you can't interfere.
Are we straight on that?
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
MAURICE: That-that address
is right off Avenue C, right?
KEE: Avenue C, yeah. MAURICE:
That's where he grew up?
Dad? KEE: Lower East Side.
No kidding? Dad.
His dad grew up on the
Lower East Side. One second.
We send out the picture of
this suspected cop-burglar?
Uh, it went out to the
chief of D's office.
They should be sending it out,
uh, citywide any time now.
What's this?
You wanted to look at
my notes from back then.
I brought 'em over. Great.
Let's go to my office.
(grunts)
I'll see you, Kee. Lieutenant.
MAURICE: Sy told me
you stopped by today.
I wanted to satisfy myself
that he was up to the task.
Did you?
Not particularly.
But he managed to unearth
some interesting things.
Like what?
For starters, I wasn't
expecting to hear
you were a field associate
for Internal Affairs.
You really got to put
that in context, Regina.
Back then, the 7-4
had cops who were
like gangsters.
They were shaking
drug dealers down,
they were terrorizing people.
When IAD approached me
to help put a stop to it,
it seemed like a
good thing to do.
I imagine that must
have been hard for you.
Most of the cops that I gave up,
I didn't lose any sleep over.
But then some of them you did.
There was a guy I gave up
for frequenting social clubs,
then for taking money.
He got suspended, then
fired, then divorced.
Last I heard, he was
driving a tow truck.
What about Kurt Walsh?
What about him?
Ever pass along anything
incriminating about him?
Numerous times.
That man is an animal.
I watched Kurt Walsh
tune up a runner
for one of the heroin dealers
over on Pitkin Avenue.
Kid couldn't have weighed
more than a hundred pounds.
Walsh took his stash
and took his money, then threw
him down a flight of stairs.
Walsh ever get busted for that?
Until he murdered his ex-partner
a few months ago,
Walsh never got
busted for anything.
BENTLEY: Yeah, we'll
talk about it some more.
OFFICER: All right.
See you later.
Hey. Hey.
Let me show you something.
What's up?
It's my shield.
You gonna wear that?
No, I'm not gonna
wear it, stupid.
Oh.
I'm gonna gave it to Tamika.
That's like a thing, right?
Wearing a miniature
of somebody's shield?
Yes, Andre, it's a thing.
Nah, I mean...
must mean things are going
pretty good between you and her.
We wake up next to each
other in the morning,
go to sleep next to
each other at night.
There ain't nothing I
want that I don't have.
(phones chiming)
Whoa, it was a cop behind
that assault this morning?
He looks familiar.
Yeah.
He does look familiar.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
One thing this guy had going
for him: a cop shows up
in uniform, most people
are gonna let him in,
which explains the
no forced entry.
Something about
this guy's wrong.
Excuse me, Detectives.
We just got an alert.
We think that... Yo.
That's the guy we all saw at
the crime scene this morning.
He's definitely not a cop.
He kind of talked
like one, though.
That's the know-it-all guy.
Those medals are
military medals.
And the collar
brass are flowers.
I'm glad he's not a cop,
he's a damn police buff.
MORALES: A police buff
assaulting women in their homes.
Oh, excuse me, Officer.
Yes, ma'am, how can I help you?
I-I've managed to get
separated from my tour group.
I know the bus is
leaving from the corner
of Liberty and Sheffield.
I hope I'm pronouncing
that correctly.
Yeah, you're fine.
So, this is Liberty
here. Uh-huh.
And Sheffield is just two
blocks in that direction.
Oh, thank you. And
if you'd like...
I can walk you there.
Oh, would you?
It would be my
pleasure. Come on.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
SEAN: Hey.
You coming to bed
anytime soon? No.
Ticket stubs from Yankees games,
copies of 61s he
wrote as a patrolman,
and matchbooks from restaurants.
Wow.
Well, if you know what
you're looking for,
I could try and help you.
I don't know what I'm looking
for. That's the problem.
I also don't know why he would
hold onto all this stuff.
Well, he was living two lives.
Might have been a matter
of trying to keep straight
what was in each of them.
Is that what you did?
When you lie for a living,
you got to remember
who you told what to.
Are you lying to
anyone now, Sean?
Well, my name's not Sean Dryden.
(laughs sarcastically)
(laughs)
What's going on?
Nothing.
Where are you going?
I need to handle something.
Do you want me to come with you?
I need to handle it myself.
(sighs)
Who are...? (shushes)
Who are the girls?
I don't know. Whoever
we were out with
when I was working
for Internal Affairs.
Who is the one on your lap?
Come on, Regina.
Look at the date
on the photograph.
I can't make it
out. What is it?
It was my 16th birthday.
That was my birthday,
and you were with her.
I was working, honey.
You know
what kind of crazy hours
I had to keep sometimes.
(crying): How long you
gonna keep doing this, Dad?
It's true, though.
I had to be around
all kinds of
unsavory characters.
Even on special days when I
should have been with you.
Did you sleep with her?
What kind of question
is that to ask me?
Did you?
(sniffles)
Regina? You...
You stay away from me.
R-Regina, come back here.
Please. (door closes)
♪ ♪
You know any of these
girls from back in the day?
Yeah, I know, I
know all of them.
There was a prostitute
stroll on Loring Avenue,
and we used to
periodically do sweeps.
Y-You'd collar the same
girls over and over again.
Her name was Peaches.
That's Sharon.
And this one here's Bunny.
Thanks. Yeah, I can
cross-reference nicknames,
arrest records, photographs,
maybe come up with something
i-if you're looking for 'em.
No, that's all right, Marvin.
I'll take care of it.
Are you the officer in charge?
How can I help you, ma'am?
One of your officers
was so courteous.
He gave me directions, then
he actually walked me
to where I was going.
Ah, well, isn't that something?
I didn't get his name,
but I did write down
his badge number
as soon as I was
back on the tour bus.
That right?
We Red Hat ladies
recognize acts of kindness.
We recognize when someone
takes pride in their work.
Isn't it about time
more people did
that? Absolutely.
You have a blessed day,
Officer Kee. (chuckles)
See? I'm gonna remember to
know your names from now on.
Well, you have a
blessed day, too, ma'am.
Hey. That woman Rita Albert,
whose place got broken into,
she's out of the hospital.
I heard.
Yeah, she told the
cop outside her room
that our fake cop said
he came to her apartment
to check on her son's parole
status, but once he was inside,
she caught him going
through her stuff
before he assaulted her.
I'm just glad he didn't
turn out to be a real cop.
Give people one more
reason to hate us.
Yeah, Killian told me what
happened at your kid's school.
Hard for an eight-year-old
to understand
why his mother's
presence is a trigger.
Yeah, same old story, you
know, people hating on cops
till they need one.
My son doesn't know that
people hate on cops.
He still thinks
we're the good guys.
What time does your
son get out of school?
YENKO: Our fake cop
apparently took
seriously what it means
to be of service.
You mean, when he
wasn't doing robberies.
YENKO: So impressed
was one civilian
that she took down
his badge number.
It corresponds to
a George Callas,
who retired from the job
in 1998.
We have an address?
He's in Bay Ridge.
We got a sector car
heading out that way
to pick him up now.
Oh. There's progress.
("Repeat" by Sways playing)
♪ Hey, boy ♪
♪ Bad up the beat, then repeat ♪
♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's
me, that's a three-peat ♪
♪ Victory, I gotta
win, can't defeat me ♪
♪ Outta my... outta my league ♪
♪ But she needy, like,
why she need me? ♪
ANGELA: Yeah, have a good day.
KID: Thank you.
♪ Trill OG, yeah, that's
me, that's a three-peat ♪
♪ Victory, I gotta
win, can't defeat me ♪
♪ Outta my... outta my
league, but she needy ♪
♪ Like, why she need me? ♪
Angela.
Yeah?
I wonder if I could talk
to you for a minute.
About what?
Something that
happened 26 years ago.
I don't have a very good memory
for things that long ago.
Does the name Yolo Linden
ring a bell? Does not.
Think back, Ms. Bridwell.
You were in a motel room
on Atlantic Avenue
where Yolo Linden
got shot to death.
Look, lady, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I'm a school crossing guard.
You were a prostitute.
You went by Bunny,
and Yolo Linden was your pimp.
And the cop who killed
him is trying to get you
to implicate my father
in the murder.
Your father Mo Haywood?
Yes, he is.
How is Mo?
He's all right.
He tell you to come talk to me?
He doesn't know
anything about it.
Then how you find me?
Surveillance photograph with
three cops and three women.
Two of the women are dead,
and you've been arrested
enough times to leave a trail,
so, you know.
I don't get arrested
so much anymore.
Kurt Walsh get in touch with you
about your grand
jury appearance?
I don't know any Kurt Walsh.
Has he threatened you?
I told you, I don't
know who he is.
If anyone tries
to intimidate you,
or is pressuring you to lie,
you get in touch with me,
put a stop to it, okay?
How you know about
the grand jury?
Spoke to Sy Somers and
put two and two together.
If Mo Haywood was in on
the killing of Yolo Linden,
you should say that.
If he wasn't, you
should say that.
When vice cops would do sweeps,
Sy Somers would get me released.
Your father? He'd post my bail.
Your father pays Sy's fees.
He's a good guy, your father.
Come on, babies.
There's something about the
smell of a precinct, you know?
I started out at the
7-8, went to the 1-14,
then to the 2-6,
which was a blessing,
since I was living in
Nyack at the time. (laughs)
All smell the same.
Yeah, well, um, so,
tell me... does this guy
look familiar? (laughs)
Yeah, that's Carl.
Carl who?
Carl Dannemeyer. Officer Carl.
Why do you call him
that? He's a buff.
Knows all the terminology,
had a scanner.
To talk to him, you'd
think he was a cop.
Uh, how'd he wind
up with your shield?
I gave it to him. I had dupes.
He told me it was
for a costume party,
but I could see how
much it meant to him.
He'd clip it to his jacket, wear
it on a chain around his neck.
(laughs)
I didn't have the heart
to ask for it back.
He in some kind of trouble?
It's a possible robbery.
That'd surprise me.
The guy I know
is basically harmless.
Hmm. He'll be out there,
uh, you know, directing
traffic in a snowstorm,
helping an old person
cross the street.
What'd he do for money?
He'd been working as a
doorman in Brooklyn Heights.
But he got let go.
Had to move out of his place.
I felt for him.
Let him store a bunch
of things in my garage.
Can we take a look
at those things?
Sure.
YENKO: What a collection.
This French Connection poster
is signed by Eddie Egan.
You know who he is? Yeah,
yeah, yeah, he was the model
for Popeye Doyle
that Gene Hackman...
He was the model
for Popeye Doyle,
who Gene Hackman
played in the movie.
And there are all these
signed photographs
of police commissioners.
Oh, look at this.
Geez.
Keechant Sewell, Bill Bratton.
(chuckles) Ray Kelly.
QUINLAN: He collects them like
they're baseball cards. Yeah.
Although, why are there so
many pictures of a cello?
QUINLAN: Oh, I can shine
some light on that.
Please. So, I went on
the stolen property index,
and there was a cello known as
the Steinmuller Stradivarius,
and it was reported stolen
by the principal cellist
of the Cleveland
Symphony Orchestra,
and it looks a
lot like this one.
See, that's interesting,
because Stradivarius
was known primarily for violins.
Do we think Dannemeyer
stole the cello?
Find out why he got fired
from his doorman job.
Then, uh, last known address,
and if there are any
relatives, girlfriends
who might be living in
the area, et cetera.
And these guns are pretty
realistic-looking but
they're all rubber, so
I'm guessing he's unarmed.
Guess again.
Real ammo.
♪ ♪
Carl's a beautiful person.
I wish he was
still working here.
Ah. Cleaning lady's upstairs,
Mrs. Caponogro.
Thank you, Larry.
Why isn't he still working
here? They caught him
going into somebody's apartment
when the people weren't there.
Yeah? They catch him
stealing anything?
Not to my knowledge,
but you can't be going
into people's apartments
when they're not there.
That's across the board. Mm.
What apartment?
18D. Ashford's.
Carl was convinced they had
some kind of illegal
operation going on,
and he was determined
to bust it up.
Something about a stolen cello.
He was all set to be a
hero when they fired him.
18D.
Ashford.
Yes, ma'am.
I know that there's gonna
be all kinds of people
hanging around the courthouse.
I was wondering
you come with me?
They won't let me in
the grand jury room.
Can you stay with me, at
least, till I get in there?
Of course I can.
Of course. Uh, let
me grab my coat.
NEWSMAN (on TV): Though
supported by the mayor,
Proposition H had
been questioned...
How you doing? Hey.
Oh, no.
Coffee's on me, Officer.
The hell you doing?
You know that's
attempted bribery?
I'm just breaking your
balls. Put it in the tip jar.
NEWSWOMAN: A Developing
story, Appreciate it.
All New York News
reports from the scene.
REPORTER: A Brooklyn
couple has been arrested
in connection with the theft of
the Steinmuller Stradivarius,
one of only 60
cellos in the world
made by Antonio Stradivari,
and valued between three
and four million dollars.
The NYPD would like to
thank an alert doorman.
Larry Simic spotted the cello...
Larry Simic? Did she
just say Larry Simic?
To receive a $50,000 reward...
Larry Simic had nothing
to do with that.
Nick and Shelly, back to you.
NICK: We'll be sure to
bring you more on this...
Have a good night,
Charlie. Thanks.
Don't let the cold hit you.
Larry.
I thought you were a stand-up
guy, Larry. It's-it's not
what you think,
Carl. No. It's not?
It's not you taking
credit for what I done?
Please... please
put the gun away.
First, you and me are gonna
find this TV news person
and you're gonna tell her
the truth on who did what.
Put the gun down!
CARL: So, that news report
was to entice me? Nice.
Up against the fence.
I knew you were a cop.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
CARL: It's in the eyes.
Yeah, I knew you
were checking me out.
I could tell you have
a heightened awareness
of your surroundings.
That's what it's
all about for a cop.
Good to know you
pass muster with him.
Hey, I'm old school.
I used to be skeptical
of a woman on the job,
but not anymore.
Man, well, let me get
this straightened out,
I'd work with you anytime.
Oh, yeah? Great.
Your new partner?
Eh, think he'll work with me?
Not sure. Yeah.
Great job, Larry. (chuckles)
Hell of a job, Larry.
Hell of a job.
Frickin' awesome. (chuckles)
I should be sitting where you're
sitting, you know that? Just sit down.
So, what happened? I flunked the
psych tests at the police academy.
Something about me being, uh,
delusional with narcissistic
tendencies. No,
no, no, no, no, no.
You talked your way into
the Albert woman's home.
Mm-hmm.
Why? Her son was doing
a brisk trade in
bootleg pharmaceuticals.
I thought it was
time I shut it down.
And then, when the woman
tried to stop you,
you assaulted her.
That was an accident.
We're talking Class
A misdemeanor, right?
That's a 120.00.
Yeah, while in the
commission of a robbery.
160.10, if you're
putting it in your notes.
It doesn't rise to a 160.10.
No way. It wasn't a robbery.
Carrying an unlicensed
firearm is a Class B felony.
Impersonating a police
officer is a Class A felony.
I wasn't impersonating
a police officer.
I am a police officer.
You're not a police
officer. Why?
Why? Because my name's
not on the duty roster?
It's not a job like
other jobs, you know.
You don't punch
in and punch out.
It's a calling.
It's something you're
put on this earth to do.
We should probably run
him over to the hospital
for a psych evaluation.
I don't need a psych evaluation.
I am completely clear in my mind
on who I am and what
it is that I do.
You know, the funny thing
is, it doesn't matter
what other people think of us.
There's no "us."
Just as many people
love us as hate us.
And whether they
love us or hate us,
they all need us.
A.D.A. Diskant.
Inspector. I was wondering
when we're likely to hear
something. We already heard.
You can tell your father
he's in the clear.
(indistinct chatter)
Put him in the car.
I guess Bunny's more afraid
of you than she is of me.
Maybe unlike you, she
actually has a conscience.
(chuckles) That's all right.
If I made it so that whenever
you think of your father,
you think of him
with this whore,
my work here is done.
Dannemora's a cold place
to be spending the rest
of your life, Kurt.
Dress warm.
Let's go, Walsh. Let's go.
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Four, five
shooters in a town ♪
♪ When the streets
get cold, I'm... ♪
SUAREZ: Yeah, Chief.
Uh, I'll head over there
as soon as I, uh, leave the 7-4.
Yes, sir.
Good news about your dad?
Looks like.
Sometimes the truth has
a way of coming out,
even without you
getting involved.
Yeah, I'm glad I didn't have to.
♪ The bottle ♪
♪ Uh, trying to
swallow my pride ♪
(school bell rings)
♪ All right, all right... ♪
How was school
today? All right.
Anybody say anything about
Career Day yesterday?
They don't think
you're really a cop.
You told them I
was, though, right?
They don't believe me.
SANDEFORD (on P.A.):
Mr. Sebastian.
(siren chirps) KID: Whoa!
Well, maybe now they will.
Huh?
We're getting a
special ride home.
Come on. SEBASTIAN: For real?
(kids chattering)
Hop in, young man.
You, too, young lady.
Oh, my God. (laughter)
BOY: That's so cool.
Hey. Your father's
here, Inspector.
Oh, no, tell him
that I'm bus...
It's all right.
I am so grateful for
what you did, Regina.
I am glad that it
all worked out.
Might have been
a very different outcome
if you hadn't gone to bat
for me with that woman.
"That woman"? I think
she deserves for you
to at least call
her by her name.
I made a mistake, honey.
Back then, I made
a lot of mistakes. No.
Parking in a tow-away
zone, that is a mistake.
What you did went
way beyond that.
See, this is why
I didn't want it
to touch you.
I didn't want it to hurt you.
But it did.
You took your pleasures
where you found them,
felt nowhere near enough
shame to put a crimp
in your evenings and
went on your merry way.
I am sorry, Regina, okay?
You're sorry I found
out what you did.
I knew you left us.
I thought it was the
stress of the job.
At the time and, uh,
for years after,
I thought it was, uh, demands
that we made on
you. (short chuckle)
I never thought there
was this woman...
Named Angela...
Who either put out
or got sent to jail.
It wasn't like that.
Don't you dare tell
me what it was like.
Hey.
What can I do to make it right?
Absolutely nothing.
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