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What do we got?

ID says his name
is Zahid Hassan.

Looks like he took
three shots to the chest.

Probably was dead
before he hit the ground.

- Any witnesses?
- Got a driver
who says he got into it

with an SUV
down the block.

They get a plate?
Nope.

All right, we'll take it
from here. Thanks.

You got it.

Bags say "Punjabi Kitchen."

You think it's another case
of road rage?

Walks like it, but

only way to be sure
is check surveillance cameras

in the area, and let's check
these red light cams,

- just in case.
Zahid?!

- Zahid!?
- Hey, stop them!

Zahid? Zahid... Stop-- hey, stop them!

Ma'am, stay back.

Who are you?

Um, I'm Amir.
This is my mom, Maya.

Is that my husband?

Tell me he's okay.
Please, tell me he's okay!

Well, how did you know
where he was?

I-I tracked his phone.

- Let me see him.
- Please,

let me see his face.

I'm sorry.

No. No, no....

- No!
- It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay.

Hey.

Uncle Jamie.

Whoa, hey. What are you
doing up here, Sean?

I was actually kind of hoping
to run something by you.

Uh, you in some
kind of jam?

Because I can't... No. No, no, no.

It's-it's nothing like that.

I've got this, uh, sociology
project coming up for school...

Uh-huh....and I wanted to do it
on women in the workplace.

Why don't you go ask
Aunt Erin about it?

I was kind of hoping to do it
on Aunt Eddie and her partner.

- Mm-hmm.
- Kind of like
a two for one, you know?

What, do you want
to interview them?

Yeah, and I was also
kind of hoping

I'd do a ride-along.

Whoa, I-I don't know, Sean.

Hear me out.

It's a first-hand look

at what it's like for
two female cops in the field,

from a guy's perspective.

That's fresh.

All right.
You ran this by your dad?

Of course.

And he's cool with it.

Yeah, but...

if you don't think it's
a good idea, I-I can find

- something else.
- It is. Let me just
talk to my captain.

All right?
I seriously can't
thank you enough.

All right. I'll, um,
I-I'll see you around.

Okay.
Yeah.

I got this.

About time.

I said I got it,
not that I'm paying for it.

I should've skipped my coffee
and made a clean getaway.

Frankie.

The other shoe, Lenny.

It's not like that.

It's always like that.

I ever mention my cousin Steve
who owns the Miami Dolphins?

The Miami Dolphins.
Mm.

I'm pretty sure
I would've remembered.

Well, we're distant cousins,

but we've gotten close
over the years.

Well, whatever jam
Cousin Steve is in,

it's out of my jurisdiction.

He's not in a jam.

He the guy paying for dinner?

Yeah, but...'Cause I don't take bribes,

if that's where this is going.

Wow. So cynical.

Come on, give me a break, Lenny.

That's exactly why
I've invited you to dinner.

To give you a break.

Steve is paying for dinner

because he wanted me
to carry this out personally.

So in case you said no,

there'd be no record
of the rejection.

A rejection of what?

The NFL wants you to be

Senior Vice President
of Security.

Come on,
you must have some questions.

The money...

Not my first question.

Would I have to move?

Really?

Hey, my questions
are my questions.

Their headquarters are
at Park and 52nd.

So...

I'd be working out of
their headquarters here.

That is my understanding.

So is this you, not saying no?

Just gathering information.

To then say no?

It's a lot to take in, okay?

You've given your life
to service, Frankie.

You've helped so many people,
myself included.

The one person
you still owe something to

is sitting right across from me.

Got the images back
from the red light cam.

You get a plate?

Nope. No plates, front or back.

Hmm.

Sounds premeditated.

Maybe it's just
a case of road rage.

No plates, gun in the vehicle...

I don't think so.

Could be some idiot took the
plates off to go drag racing.

Drag racing in an SUV?

Maybe in New Canaan,
not likely in New York.

Besides, the other
red light cam shows that

the SUV followed Zahid

from the moment
he left the restaurant.

Which is where we need to go.

Who would put a hit out

- on a food delivery guy?
- God only knows.

But at this point...

I have lost the capacity
to be surprised.

And that drive-by
shooting on a food delivery guy?

Turns out
it's not road rage

after all.

They're looking at a
contract hit of some kind.

On a food delivery guy?

I've thought it after
waiting for an hour and a half.

Well, who hasn't?

But actually thinking
about it and doing it?

Is there a point where
nothing can surprise us?

Or have we already
reached that point

and never even noticed?

Food for thought.

Meanwhile, the Times
has some follow-up questions

for you regarding the
police union's demands...

I've been offered a job.

A good job.

Head of security with the NFL.

And you're sharing this
with us because...

You're thinking
of accepting it?

I mean, there must be a hundred
offers you didn't share...

I'm sharing it
in case I seem distracted.

'Cause, full disclosure,

I've been a lifelong
pro football fan,

and the perks are
as good as the money.

So I'd be lying if I said

it just disappeared
from my mind.

So... What else?

Well, would you get
to pick your lieutenants

in this new job?

I imagine I would have
a say in the matter, yes.

Well, I'm just saying,

I could make myself
available.

A new hire in that high-profile
an organization

could do with
a well-executed rollout.

I'll take it
under consideration.

So...

more to come.

What else?

Nice try.

What?

Like it's just because
you're a lifelong fan.

No?

Word is Erin is strongly
considering a run for DA.

Well, that has nothing to do...

It's got everything
to do with you.

If she runs and
you're gone from this office,

she's running on a legacy
in law enforcement.

If she runs and
you're still in this office,

it's running for a monopoly
on law enforcement.

Gee. I never thought
of it that way.

Yes, you did.

That's what's "distracting" you.

Well, since you put it
that way...

Which everyone will.

Thanks for reminding me.

Same make, model, color.

Wonder if it's the same year.

Sorry, we're closed.

You the owner?

Excuse me.

Detective Reagan;

my partner,
Detective Baez.

You mind answering a
few questions for us?

Muhammed Qadir.

- You're here about Zahid?
- He worked here, right?

Yeah, I gave him a job
about three years ago.

I can't believe he's gone.

Were the two
of you friends?

We were like brothers.

He was always

helping here with the
restaurant, and with my family.

He was a good man.

Sounds like a good man.

There's a blue SUV out front.

Do you know
who it belongs to?

That's mine.

Mind if I ask
what year it is?

- 2017.
Hmm.

Same as the vehicle
used in Zahid's murder.

Same shade of blue, too.

Where were you
the night Zahid was killed?

What, you think I had something
to do with this?

We didn't say that,
but did you?

Okay.

We're done talking now.
You can go.

And you can settle down.

We'll leave when you
- give us an alibi.
- No, screw you.

You say you got a family?
Wife and kids?

You don't give
us an alibi,

they're gonna watch
you walk out of here

in handcuffs on the news.

Okay, I was here,
at the restaurant,

working,
when Zahid was killed.

Anyone who can
verify that?

We have security cameras.

Then you won't
mind showing us.

You sleep here?

Uh, only-only when I work late.

Now go.

Uh, you mind if
we search your vehicle?

Thank you.

Enjoy your lunch.

I heard that.

So, uh,

what's it like for you guys?

As-- as women.

Tough.

Real tough.

Really?
Yeah.

For one,
there's all the extra time

we have to spend
on makeup in the morning.

Yeah, at least,
like, 30 minutes.
Mm-hmm.

30 minutes?
At least.

Depends on how much fun
we had the night before.

Yeah, and then we
gotta spend extra time

trying to find a, you know,
a salad spot for lunch...

- A salad spot?
- Yeah.

These figures
are not going

to keep themselves, Sean.

We have got a job to do, and
we have to look good doing it.

It's right there
in the Patrol Guide--

"all female officers

must look hot in uniform."

It is?

I-It's not. I don't...

2-9 David, you have a 10-52,

possible domestic disturbance
at the Bedford Houses.

2-9 David,
show us responding.

Finally, some real action!

Don't get too excited.

This is our third call
to the Bedfords this week.

Yeah, it's probably the guy
with the new speakers again.

Okay, wait in the car.

You sure I can't go in?

I promise I'll stay
out of the way.

Stay here, and lock the
door if anybody comes.

And, hey...

don't fart in the car again.

All units, we have
a suspect wanted for robbery

just seen in the vicinity
of 2nd Avenue and Bedford.

Suspect is wearing a white cap
and blue hoodie.

No way.

You two want to tell me

what the hell happened?
Take it easy,

Danny,
it was nobody's fault.

What do you mean,
it's nobody's fault?

My son's in the hospital
'cause of you two.

I told him to
wait in the car.

What the hell was he doing

in a radio car
in the first place?

He was on a ride-along.

I know that.
How come nobody notified me?

Wait, you didn't know?

No, I didn't know!
The first I heard

was when she told me
he was here.

Wait, I thought you said
that Sean got his permission.

He did.
Great.

And you just believed him?

I didn't think
he was lying to me, no.

Well, then you're even
more naive than I thought.

He's an 18-year-old male
with the last name Reagan.

Which means he's an idiot.

I'm sorry.
I should've checked with you.

You're damn right
you should've checked with me!

- Both of you!
Hey, guys,
the important thing

is that Sean is okay.

Oh, yeah, sure.
He's great.

I mean, he's got a black eye
and a concussion,

but other than that,
he's fine.

No, all that I'm saying is
it could've been a lot worse.

You're damn right
it could be a lot worse.

We could be having
this conversation in a morgue,

not the hospital.

"Of two minds."

Ten letters,
first three C-O-N.

Conflicted.

Exactly.

Okay, I fell for it.

Talk to me.

I'm still talking to myself.

Do you think I'm being selfish?

For just considering the job?
No, not at all.

No, um...
staying on this job so long.

Well, you wouldn't still have it

if you hadn't done right
by our city.

Yeah, well...

That's just a piece
of my problem here.

Abetemarco's bumper sticker.

"Erin Reagan for DA."

Yeah.

The fact is,
as long as I'm PC,

it would be next to impossible
for her to win.

That's not a fact,
that's pure conjecture.

Well, it's just us;
let's call it a fact.

Two members of the same family

in two of the most powerful
positions in law enforcement

in the same city?

Who happen to be
the perfect people for the jobs.

Yeah, says the guy
who started the dynasty.

It's not a dynasty.

It's a legacy of service.

It's a family business.

No one's gonna read
past "dynasty."

That's how it will play.

Have you talked to Erin?
Asked her what she thinks?

No. I'm not going
to put this on her.

Then own it.

And what does that mean?

That means
you're rounding third

and now you'd like a little
something for yourself.

Who wouldn't?

Anything from CSU?

No shell casings, or anything

indicating there was a shooting
in Muhammed's SUV.

It was practically spotless.

Sounds like somebody
covering their tracks.

Except his alibi checked out.

Surveillance footage

shows Muhammed was
in the restaurant

at the time of the shooting.

Wow.

I would have bet anything
Muhammed was our guy.

Why, what have you got?

Dump came back
on Zahid's phone.

Hundreds of text messages
and phone calls,

late night, between Zahid
and Muhammed's wife.

You think they were
having an affair?

Well, Muhammed was sleeping
in the back of his restaurant,

which means he wasn't at home
keeping his wife company.

But why not just fire Zahid
on the spot?

Why let the guy
keep working there?

Maybe he knew his wife
was having an affair,

but hadn't figured out
it was Zahid.

Maybe.

And he wouldn't be
the only injured party here.

Oh, you thinking Zahid's wife?

Well... You think
she's capable of murder?

I don't know.

She did show up to
the crime scene pretty quick.

She was very distraught.

Seemed legit to me.

Well, doesn't mean
she didn't do it.

- Just give me a minute.
- No.

No, I...Can I please talk to
you for one minute?

You got 30 seconds.

Let's go.
Can you cover for me?

Let's go.

What is it?

- I wanted to apologize.
- For what?

Lying about
getting Danny's permission

or disobeying Eddie
on patrol?

Both, I guess.

I told you to follow
her orders to the letter, Sean,

no screwing around.

So I was just supposed
to let that guy go?

Yes.

I'm not a coward.

It doesn't make you a coward

not wanting to get
yourself killed.

And how many times
have you ended up

in the hospital?
Or with a black eye?

That's got nothing
to do with this.

That has everything
to do with this.

I just did

what any of you guys
would've done.

Is that what this whole
ride-along thing is about?

- What do you mean?
- You trying to

prove that you can be part
of the family business, too?

- Of course not.
- Was there even
a sociology project?

No.

- Sean!
- I just wanted to see

what it's like for you guys.

What you do out there every day.

So you lie to me, to your aunt,

- and to your dad to do it?
- He never would've let me.

You know what he's like.

Yeah, I do, but--
Sean, but that's no excuse.

He just doesn't listen.

That's why I'm talking to you
instead of him.

He listens.

He's just...

He can be
single-minded about it.

Whatever.

Did you at least arrest the guy?

Yeah, your text helped.

Yeah? Good.

Detectives...

We wondered if we could talk
to you for a minute.

I suppose.

Uh, this may be
a conversation

that's better had
in private.

Amir...

How can I help you?

How long were you
and your husband married?

20 years.
We were married in India.

Was it arranged?

Arranged marriage is not

a forced marriage.
His aunt set us up.

So everything
was good here at home?

No problems between
the two of you?

Why are you asking all this?

No. No, there was
no problems between us.

You tracked

your husband's cell phone
to the crime scene.

Was that a usual thing for you,

tracking him?

No.

Not exactly.

Maybe it wasn't the first time

Zahid went missing
late at night.

I think you should leave.

And we think you knew that
Zahid was having an affair

- with Muhammed's wife.
- I said leave. Now.

Where were you the night
your husband was killed?

This is an insult to his memory.

You knew Zahid's location,

you had access to his job,

you had motive.

It would take
very little for you

to pull Muhammad's keys
- off that hook.
- You're wrong.

- Where were you?
- I was here.

At home.

Anyone that can verify that?

I want a lawyer.

Well, that's one truthful thing
that she said.

Okay, what's going on here?

People are hardly eating,
nobody's talking.

Well, maybe some of us have
some things on our mind, Pop.

I know you do.

I'm talking
about your kiddos here.

I'm fine.

Good for you.

Is there anything
you would like to share?

Nope.

Well, two precincts
reporting in.

Would you pass
the cream, please?

It's right there.

She asked you
to pass the cream.

Well, it's good to know
that she can ask

for something
that she needs.
Dad.

Would you just back off, Danny?

Yeah. Please.

You're in on this, too?

This doesn't concern you, Erin.

Well, clearly,
it concerns all of us now.

- No one is the enemy here.
- Really?

You put my son at risk,
I say different.

That's not how
it went down.

No, that's
not how it went down

behind my back.

It was not like that.

Well, what was it like?

Sean told me
that he had Danny's permission

to go on a ride-along
with Eddie and Witten.

And did he need it?
Your permission?

He's my son.

He's 18,
and that wasn't the question.

It's a matter of respect, Dad.

We respect you, Danny.

Well, his eye says otherwise.

How?

Because I said so,

- that's how.
- Hey, stop! Stop!

It-it was my idea
to go on that ride-along.

- Mine, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

And it was... it was my decision
to lie to you guys about that.

I'm sorry.

But it was my choice
to get out of that car

and chase after that perp.

Not Uncle Jamie and not Eddie.

Oh, the apple didn't fall far
from the tree.

I did what I thought
that you would do.

And you thought wrong.

And it's nice to see
you're on their side.

No sides at this table.

And if you're on my side,
you have no problem

looking after your own.

Is that what this is?
Yeah, that's what this is.

Just like when you were
pissed off at me

when I took your daughter
on a ride-along.

Or did you forget
about that?

And you-- if you can't run
with the big dogs,

just stay on the porch
next time, okay?

What? You didn't get
your fill of me in there?

- Apparently not.
- Mm.

Not really
in the mood to talk.

Well, then, can you
just listen, please?

Sure. What is it?

Who loves you?

I do.

We all do.

Love and respect you.

I love and respect
all of you, too.

What-what are you getting at?

You have always had this
scorched-earth policy

that has done well for you.

Right? All through
sports, growing up.

With the Marines, I'm sure.

And now at work
as a detective.

You decide what's wrong, and
you're gonna right that wrong,

no matter how many toes
you have to stomp on.

There are a lot of reasons
why I do things the way I do.

All of them valid.

Just leave 'em outside that door

for all of our sakes,
including your own.

Okay.

Why don't you tell us
a little more about

what happened that night, Maya?

She was home making dinner.

- Your name is Maya?
- No.

But we've already
been over this.

We've also
been over the fact

that she has nobody
who can confirm her alibi.

Her husband
could've been home

if he wasn't murdered.

She knows her husband
is dead, Detective.

Yes, and we think she knows how
her husband got dead,

- Counselor.
- Is there a point, Detectives?

We're just establishing motive
and history.

So, your husband
was having an affair,

and you were embarrassed,
and you were angry.

Coming to America is
a lot harder

than it looks in the movies.

He was so unhappy here.

So he took his anger out on you?

Everything was a problem.

The clothes, the music.

He was suffocating us.

Me.

He was suffocating me,
and I couldn't

deal with it anymore.
I couldn't deal with him.

- I want to confess.
- Slow down, Maya.

There's no reason to go there
without striking a deal first.

I don't want a deal.
I want to confess.

- I did it. I killed my husband.
- Don't...

Don't say anything else.

She's already said enough.

I need a minute alone
with my client?

Sure.

It's her birthday.

Happy birthday!

Sorry to barge in like this.

Not at all.

It is strange that security
didn't call you up.

Well, I asked
them not to,

and, uh, I told Annie
it was your birthday.

It's not my birthday.

Well, Annie doesn't know that,
does she?

What is this?

Well, I'm kind of
the Ghost of Elections Future,

if you think about it.

Should you decide to run.

You'd be the Ghost?

Yeah. Popping up
when you least expected it,

with slanted questions
from reporters,

or gauntlets thrown
by opponents in debates,

or cartoons
on an editorial page.

So...

So, as PC,

I would kind of be
the invisible running mate

on your ticket.

The Monopoly
in Law Enforcement Ticket.

So you came up here
to convince me

that running would be
a lost cause?

No, I would never do that.

I...

I've been offered a job.

Pretty good job, with the NFL.

- The NFL?
- Yeah.

You-you love the NFL.

I do.

Some of my fondest
childhood memories are

of you and me watching the game

and you not listening
to a word I said.

You can't put this on me, Dad--

making my choices
the fulcrum on which

your decisions are made.

Uh, I'm my own person,
not an extension of you.

- I didn't say that.
- No.

But you meant it.

If I decide to run,

it will be with
my eyes wide open,

including about my family's
reputation in this city.

So, here we are.

Where?

Are you going to run?

When I know, you will know.

Okay.

Look, Dad...

I wish I could help you.

It's...

it's got to be a hard choice.

Do you take this cool, new,
fun job with the NFL, or...

is the bluebird of happiness
still in your own backyard?

Or in your case,

the chronic felons of happiness.

Yup.

I am unsure why,

but my client would like to put
her confession in writing.

Well, that's great.

Although, we can't offer
any deals here.

She doesn't want one.

Good. We do have
another question

we'd like to ask...

It'll be in
- her confession.
Well,

actually, we'd like
to show you something.

This look familiar to you?

- Should it?
- Well,

not this actual gun.

This is a plastic replica.

But ballistics reports

show that this is
the exact type of gun

that was used in Zahid's murder.

Which you would have used if
you actually murdered Zahid.

If?

I remember now, yes,
this was the type of gun.

- Good.

So, you wouldn't mind
showing us then, would you?

You know, how you shot Zahid.

It's okay.

It's just like a toy.
It's not gonna hurt anybody.

You can just aim it
at the wall over there.

You don't have to do this.

And that's how you held it?

Yes.

Just like that?

Yes.

And then you pulled the trigger?

I did.

You see, that's the problem
we're having.

- What problem?
- Well,

it looks kind of like
you are just imitating something

you saw in an old western.

We didn't sign up
for Guns 101, Detectives.

- Well, maybe you should
have, Counselor,

'cause if you did, you'd know
that if she actually pulled

the trigger on a gun like that
while holding it that way,

she'd have broken
- her thumb.
- Wait.

I think I held it like this.

Yeah, and you know
what I think?

I think you've never held a gun
before in your life,

including on the night
of your husband's murder.

So you want to tell us
what's really going on?

Or are you gonna stick
with that confession?

Okay. Suit yourself.

I mean, what if Maya is
covering for her son?

I mean, look at him.

He's practically
walking around

with a sign on his back
that says "Kick me,"

courtesy of his old man.

So he hates his dad.

Is that really enough reason
to kill him?

A cheating dad,
maybe not.

A hurt mom, maybe so.

But we don't have squat
on him, though.

We would have to throw out
the mom's confession

just to keep the case open.

Yeah, we're not
gonna throw it out.

We're just gonna
let her go to jail?

For now.

Yeah.

Entry is only permitted

once you sign in.

Please line up
to sign in.

You must have
photo ID.

What are you doing here?

Why don't you take a walk
with us, okay?

Gate.

This way. Thank you.

Right over here.

You stand there.

How long is she gonna be
in here?

In this facility?

A couple months.

Till they move her
to state prison.

Then she'll probably spend
the rest of her life there.

- For self-defense?
- Wasn't self-defense.

She shot your dad
when he was making a delivery.

He was suffocating us.

You don't know how hard it was
for us living with him.

Harder than a life alone

behind bars?

I'll-I'll visit.

Less and less.

You don't know anything
about me.

We know that you're a lot more
like your dad than you think.

I'm nothing like him.

I'd never hurt her.

Not for nothing, but it looks
like she's hurting right now.

He lied, then he cheated.

And he had the nerve to hit her

when she confronted him
about it.

She didn't deserve that.

No!

She didn't.

Do you think she deserves this?

I just wanted to protect her.

Well,
why don't you protect her now?

Okay.

Okay, what?

I did it.

I killed my dad.

We know.

So?

It's not so much the perks,

although I've never
been to a Super Bowl,

and that'd be kind of neat.

Correction.

You've never been
to the Super Bowl

sitting in the commissioner's box.

That would be unforgettable.

And I could bring my
people along with me?

Oh, it's an easy point
to negotiate.

They'll want you comfortable
and confident.

That'd be nice.

You know what else
would be nice?

A seven-figure salary.

Never having to worry
about money again?

Tell me about it.

Don't underestimate that.

I don't.

The writers, uh, Joseph Heller
and Kurt Vonnegut--

they're at this...

at this billionaire's party
on Shelter Island,

and Vonnegut says,
"You know, Joe,

"this guy makes more money
in a day than you did

on all the sales of Catch-22."

And Heller says,

"Yeah, but I got something
he will never have--

enough."

Yeah. Well, that's a nice story
to tell yourself

when you realize
you're never gonna make bank.

Are you getting all wobbly
on me here, Frank?

What's your skin in this, Lenny?

What do you mean?

You getting some kind

of headhunter fee or something
if I do sign on?

Okay.

That hurts.

I'm sorry, Lenny. I really am.

I'm sorry.

It's just, this thing-- it's...
it's got me flailing,

stomping on the toes
of people I love.

Frank, the people who love you
just want you to be happy, okay?

I-I know that.

Then just accept that.

Well, hey, I'm trying.

Well, try harder.

I thought the selfish thing
would be to take the job,

the money, the perks, but...

I realize the selfish thing,
for me,

would be to stay here,
where I feel valuable.

And you know
what everybody's saying?

They're saying,
"Be a little selfish."

You've earned it.

Yeah.

So, I'm taking 'em up on it.

Just not the way
they would have thought.

Huh.

I just lost a bet with myself.

On why you'd pass, if you did.

What'd you bet on?

The picture of you
with 33 bosses,

and one of 'em called
"The Commissioner."

That would be the smart money.

Hey, partners for life.

Thank you, Lenny.

Any time.

You got a second?

Not really.

It's about Sean.

What, is he in the
hospital again?

No, Danny,
but I think I can help.

I don't need your help.

Would you listen to me?

I know how he feels in ways
that maybe you couldn't

because I grew up
under you, too.

What the hell does that even
mean-- you grew up under me?

Looking up to you.

You were cool
in sixth grade.

Who the hell's cool
in sixth grade, Danny?

Maybe you were
just so uncool

that I seemed like
a god by comparison.

People saw you as Danny Reagan,
the high school athlete,

and then Marine,
and then you came back,

and you were
the decorated rookie.

And then star detective
and solid family man.

And when Joe died...

And I came back
to try and...

fill that hole,

the hardest part
was going back

and playing on the fields
that you used to play on,

and comparing myself to you,
and always coming up short.

What do you want me
to do with this, kid?

I don't know.
You just-just own it. Just...

There are guys
in your life who feel like

they come up short with you,
so bend towards them a little.

How?

I don't...
You'll figure it out.

See ya.

What?

- It's your father.
Open the door, quick!

Come on! It's urgent.

I just got a call to a hostage
situation over on the Bowery.

You want to ride along?

Really?

No.

- You got me.
- Well, I got
something else, too.

Reservations at Gallaghers,

me and you, couple steaks
and a couple beers?

I'm 18. They won't serve me.

You're a freshman in college.

You're trying to tell me
you don't have a fake ID?

For emergencies.

Right. For emergencies.

Yep.

Good thinking.

Why don't you put on
a proper shirt, okay?

Yes, sir.