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Hey! Trina.
Yo! Danny, what's up?
It's detective Reagan.
Come on. We're tight now.
You went to bat for me with that judge.
Yeah, all the more reason.
I'm actually on a run right now, so I got to dip.
It means "leave."
Later, play a!
All right. Keep up the good work.
Danny.
Hey! Nate.
Tell me you collared her.
Collared who? That damn trina.
I told her to deliver some alterations.
She threw 'em back in my face, said she quit.
And then on her way out the door,
grabbed a handful out of the till.
What are you talking about? Yeah, well, the next time
you got a "good kid that just needs a solid job,"
skip me.
The lip on that girl alone.
Hey, pop!
I'm here for that jacket I forgot the other day.
Jamie!
Speak of the devil.
Alison, what are you doing here?
Piece on your grandfather.
Hey.
He's gonna be amazing.
I mean, so much history in one handsome man.
She's very perceptive.
So, another podcast?
I have come up in the world.
I now do investigative content for a public TV group in soho.
I have stuff on YouTube, vimeo.
I'll send you some links.
Wow. Congrats.
My next episode is "New York's finest:
Past, present & future."
And guess who the star is.
Get your autographs now before the price goes up.
Thanks for setting this up, kid.
How'd I do that?
You gave me his number.
More coffee, commissioner?
Always.
Alison, I never, gave you his phone number.
You didn't?
No.
I know I meant to ask you for it.
You know what, I probably mentioned it to my producer
and she got it somehow.
Anyhoo, you look great.
And how's Eddie?
Tell me that she's pregnant
and it's a girl and you're naming her after me.
Yeah, so, um...
What's your story, with Henry about, anyway?
Jamie, stop hogging my interviewer.
Coming! Got to go.
Must be your coat. It's cute.
Here you go, sir.
Just a few more waivers
and we can nail out a shooting schedule.
And, officer Jackson,
I hear you collared the perp.
Me and mcphadden. Yeah.
Lady's purse was big and green,
so running the guy down was a piece of cake.
Three blocks at full speed
was never a piece of cake for me.
And, honestly, sir, I'm glad they ran off.
'Cause neither of them does well around blood.
And there was a lot
when the victim just suddenly went into labor
and me and Ross had to deliver the baby
right there on the street.
Mother and baby are fine.
They have contacted the department
and would love to thank both of you in person.
It's an unofficial tradition of the department
that a cop who delivers a baby
gets to wear one of those above their shield.
Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
You're welcome.
And thank you all.
Well done.
Much appreciated.
And please give officer mcphadden
my congratulations
and tell him I hope he gets better soon.
Sir... What?
Nothing.
Thank you, sir.
Hold up.
Could I have one more minute, officer?
Please have a seat anywhere.
Is there a problem, sir? Well, I don't think so.
But if I may, you seem to have some trouble
with your partner's absence.
I
I don't know.
You can speak freely.
Well, I don't want to rat anyone out.
I mean, I didn't even know till yesterday,
until I overheard Mike talking on the phone with his mom.
Know what?
Sir, he didn't... Bang in sick today.
He didn't come in 'cause
well, he didn't want to meet you.
Am I that scary?
Of course not, sir.
It's just...
His last name wasn't always mcphadden.
It used to be malevsky.
Sonny malevsky was his father.
And the man who killed my son.
Do we even need to go back to the courtroom?
Anthony, the trial's barely begun.
Did you see Rourke's face go white
during your opening statement?
I mean, his attorney must be begging for an offer
right now.
Wishful thinking.
Well, well, well. I drop in for a bite,
and who would I run into
but my favorite bureau chief in all of New York?
There goes my good mood.
Mr. Vangelis.
Please. Every time?
It's Mario.
Well, you've clearly dined,
so let's skip to dessert.
- It's on me. - Break bread with you?
We'd rather starve.
Come on. Am I that bad?
Why don't you ask all your
many rivals encased in concrete?
And yet I'm not in prison.
I'm sitting right here with you.
Yeah, not for long. Check, please.
Thanks.
I'll get the car.
Yeah. Thank you.
You know, Erin, you keep mistaking me
for the Mario vangelis of the past.
But that lost soul is done.
I'm on the straight and narrow now.
You know what you did!
You sure you're okay?
Yeah. Because of you.
Hey, hey, hey, not for nothing, but
I'm okay, too.
Yeah. You're welcome.
For what? For what?
For him saving you from being assassinated.
What, you think the hit was on me? All the guy said was,
"you know what you did."
Yeah, and you probably do.
Come on, vangelis. If you never been
the target of a hit in an Italian restaurant,
can you really call yourself a mobster? No, no, no, no.
Like I said, I'm out of that game.
More likely, that guy was gunning for your boss.
For me? Yeah.
Out on the streets, when I hear the name Erin Reagan,
it's usually not with terms of endearment, you know?
Well, those are words, not bullets.
Now, let's go.
- To where? - Somewhere where your enemies
can't get to when they try to off you again.
Come on.
Up.
Alison gable was with him?
Yeah, sitting right there at the table,
having him sign releases or something.
And you didn't set this up?
No, she sold it to Henry like I did.
But then she played it off to me, you know,
with that big laugh of hers.
I don't know. She's...
It's probably nothing, right? She's kind of kooky.
She used to be.
What do you mean? Well, her new stuff on YouTube,
it's... it's different.
Before, on her podcast, she was all like,
"wow. Look at these old crimes.
It's so fun to be an amateur sleuth."
And now she's kind of a hard-ass.
Less "gee whiz," more "gotcha."
Especially when she's interviewing cops.
The lighting gets all creepy and the music gets dark.
Like, last episode, she outright accused
a detective in Jersey of overlooking evidence,
and she made him look worse
than the perp who killed three people.
I'm sure it's nothing.
Is this how you treat witnesses?
You keep 'em waiting for hours?
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