Apparently Orlando's cousin Teresa owns the psychic joint
and the apartment above it.
This is Detective Harlee Santos
of the New York City police department.
Is your cousin Orlando there?
No, we just wanted to ask him a few questions.
Is it okay if we stop by?
- She needs a new crystal ball. - Mm-hmm.
Relax. We're here to help you.
Yeah, I can tell right off.
All right, I'm gonna let you up.
But you gotta promise not to run.
Come on. Get up.
All right, I'm Detective Santos,
and this is Detective Loman,
and we're investigating the murders at the Sunrise Cafe.
I never heard of the place.
'Cause we heard you and your friend Morris
were meeting a cop
named Parker there the other night.
I don't remember any of that. You have my word.
You must have us confused with some other unit.
We're actually trying to solve this murder.
How do I know?
Because you're still breathing.
Okay, you're gonna have to trust us.
Okay, Morris trusted that other cop,
and now both of them are dead.
Orlando, you're gonna have to come with us.
I told Morris to let the cops
clean up their own mess, but he wouldn't listen.
And that one cop sounded desperate.
In the car now.
See those cops?
One of them went to the Sunrise instead of you.
You can go home and change, officers.
We'll take the suspect from here.
Oh, no, it's just a drunk and disorderly.
That requires two detectives to solve?
I was getting my fortune told.
I can tell you how today ends.
That man's a potential accomplice
in the murder of a police officer.
Yeah, do you have an arrest warrant?
Thought we'd drive around until he sobers up.
Catch and release, I hope.
Sorry for your loss.
I must have tossed this block eight times
in the past four months.
Guess Quince mastered the art of hiding in plain sight.
Second house up on the right.
Security footage has this Junior character
bringing in groceries three times a week.
He's gotta be sneaking out product.
No one puts a bullet in Quince but me.
I want him alive.
Show me two hands or I show you two bullets!
I haven't eaten anything since breakfast.
Funerals do that to you.
蛋黄酱 番茄酱 半张墨西哥玉米煎饼
Mayonnaise, ketchup, and half a burrito.
I guess he was ordering in.
One beer left.
What do you say we split it?
- Police! - NYPD!
Woz, where are you?
I'm in the kitchen. I'm good.
We got a problem out here.
We're all friends.
I'm glad to hear it.
I need a little favor.
Happy to repay it.
This favor have a name?
Two DUIs and an armed robbery count in his 20s.
He worked the docks with the longshoreman
that I shot at the Sunrise Cafe.
They were both there to meet Parker,
the intelligence officer that got killed.
But Orlando didn't show.
He told you this?
But he won't tell me
what the meeting was about without immunity.
Immunity for what?
Whatever the hell he's scared of.
Have you booked our Sunrise suspect yet?
Oh, just an informal chat with a potential lead.
Hold on, is he is he a witness or an accomplice?
That's what we're sorting out.
Can you excuse us a minute, Counselor?
Ramsey has Quince.
What, since when?
Since you and Loman picked up his person of interest.
That wasn't even a couple of hours ago.
How did you know to look for that guy?
How did intel know where to find Quince?
'Cause they have reach, Harlee.
You know, Loman ID'd his runner
from the Sunrise Cafe.
He's one of Ramsey's men.
Yeah, I could do the math.
And you want to deliver Orlando to them?
No, I want you to.
I'll be waiting for Quince six blocks over.
I know that Quince is personal.
I get it.
Stahl is personal.
But we can't burn the city down trying to find them.
River Road, midnight.
I get Quince at the same time
under Hell's Gate Bridge.
I'm not gonna deliver a man to his death
for your revenge fantasies.