In the Name of Law and Order (Au nom du maintien de l'ordre)

In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate, yet equally important groups:

the police, who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys, who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

24.

Tough luck.

Son of a bitch!

You're killing me.

- What are you doing, hitting the 16 against a 5?

It's suicide.

I do it my way.

Hey.

Take it easy, okay?

Your marker to cover this last shoe didn't go through.

That's impossible, bro.

I need you two to come with me.

Leave the chips.

Your guy's late.

He's coming.

I promise.

- See, when you hand over a credit card to pay for cards,

that's a promise, too, right?

So your word doesn't mean a whole lot around here

right now, you understand?

What are you two doing here anyway?

You're out there for months at a time.

You have 48 hours in the city. You wind up in here,

playing cards you suck at and can't afford.

I don't know.

Oh, good.

Daddy's here.

Let's get this done.

Four grand.

Make it six.

It's a little motto I learned in business school.

Where there's four, there is six.

Then we have two choices.

Educate me, please.

- I give you the four grand that they owe you,

or you're gonna ask me for six again,

and when you do,

make sure you got those guys by your side.

Okay, Officer, what do we got?

It happened up there.

No way he's surviving that.

We're sure he didn't fall?

Or jump?

'Cause that's a different department.

No, he was pushed.

That lady called 911.

At 10:35, she was walking down here,

heard arguing between two men.

Next thing she knew, this guy went over the side,

screaming, grabbing at the air.

Cracked his head open.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing here, Lou?

Victim's name is Wally Kane.

He's a vice admiral in the U.S. Navy,

commander of a strike group visiting for Fleet Week.

Everybody's watching this one...

Including the DA.

Damn.

Why was Wally Kane in New York, huh?

For Fleet Week, a celebration of America's maritime power.

That's who New York City managed to fail this time,

our very best.

Why? Look right to the top,

to the weak, soft-on-crime DA.

This city is overrun...

No worse enemy than a former friend.

They can't even protect...

- Well, I already contributed to your campaign, so...

Thanks for stopping by.

The death of Vice Admiral Kane has already gotten political.

It's only been 12 hours.

Political how?

- Well, it turns out that the soft-on-crime DA

is to blame for all this.

- Okay, so you need answers. - As soon as possible.

We're on it.

Nick, doors open in five minutes.

Just stay on message to the extent possible,

and just be charming.

It's what I do.

Gotta go. Keep me updated, OK?

Good luck.

- Wally Kane carried out airstrikes in Bosnia,

flew sorties in Kosovo,

coordinated strikes against the Taliban.

We've become generous with the word "hero."

But out there, character reveals itself

in ways land rats can't understand.

If there was risk, he faced it.

Consequence... he absorbed it.

Recognition or praise...

well, he passed that on to you.

Honor him by obeying his wishes.

Take care of your shipmates.

We have the watch.

Aye, aye, sir!

- Wally Kane and I were friends for 30 years.

Sounds like he meant a lot to this crew.

- We understand he spent most of his time on this ship.

Uh-huh.

He... he loved the job, the mission.

- Right. - Were you with him last night?

No.

When we're here for Fleet Week, I'm slammed.

Part of the routine is we open up the fleet to the public,

show off what we do.

So I was stuck here on the ship.

- Did Vice Admiral Kane seem like he was under

any strain lately?

Anything seem off?

- No. - If anything, he was on a high.

You may have read that I've been nominated

to be the next Secretary of Defense,

which meant that Wally was in line to take my job,

getting his fourth star.

- We got access to Vice Admiral Kane's credit cards,

and it looks like he took out a $4,000 cash advance

last night downtown on Orchard Street.

- Any idea why he might have been in that part of town?

No. Sorry.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yeah.

- Admiral, Seaman Harris and Seaman Nicholls

request permission to speak with the officers.

Detectives.

Carry on.

We have something we need to confess.

Wally Kane paid their tab?

- Yeah, apparently, these two dopey sailors

got way in over their head playing blackjack.

Kane shows up with four grand to bail them out.

That's a hell of a boss.

You'd do the same thing for me, right?

No, I definitely would not.

We're putting together a timeline here.

Looks like Kane left the card room around 9:30 p.m.,

assuming he was going back to the ship.

- An elevated walkway would have been a good way to go.

Until it wasn't.

Hey, check this out.

Just got footage of the incident

from this little bodega across the street.

- Of the actual crime? - Mm-hmm.

I mean, the quality's not great,

but if you step through it, it tells the story.

There's Kane.

Here comes another guy.

I can't quite make out his features.

They argue.

It gets nasty quick.

And then...

Man, what a way to go.

Yeah, we lose the perp after that.

The warrant landed.

We just got access to Kane's text messages.

And?

- "You owe me. - Alternative bad for all."

9:40 p.m. last night.

9:40 p.m.

Kane was dead an hour later.

- Who sent that? - I don't know yet.

The contact name on the phone is just FM.

Okay.

Let's figure it out and find him.

"Alternative bad for all."

I'm no genius, Mr. Mazzeo, but it feels like

the alternative in this case was murder.

No, it was... I was...

Wally and I have known each other forever.

It was a little dispute.

Dispute about what?

Business.

Wally Kane was in the Navy.

- We were talking about investing in a new venture.

I own and lease ports all over the country.

So his skill set was useful to me.

- Well, when was the last time you saw Vice Admiral Kane?

I don't know.

A few months?

Hmm.

Frank, we tracked his Fitbit.

We know you were with him last night

at Bub O'Malley's bar, 8:30 p.m.

It's really not a good look.

- It's not what you think. - No?

'Cause it seems pretty simple to me.

Wally owed you money.

You tried to resolve it at the bar.

It didn't work out, so you hunted him down

on the elevated walkway,

and then you pushed him overboard.

- No. - No?

- That's not... we met up to talk about business,

and then I went home, I swear, and I can prove it to you.