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Now you're having second thoughts.
Says who?

Your tone of voice,
your body language.

That's not so.

Yeah, it is. It's like
you're folding your tent.

I just got stuck
on his age for a minute.

You may have a point there.

Of course I got
a point there-- he's green.

He's the preeminent guy
in his thing.

No 25-year-old
is preeminent in anything.

So you don't like him
because of his age

or because of who he works for?

You asked me to look
into their work, I did.

One man's opinion-- it's green,
because they're green.

And you're using green wrong.
What?

Green doesn't mean
inexperienced anymore.

It means
eco-friendly.

I know that.

Are we publishing this conversation?
No, but...

Well, as long as
you know

what I mean by green,
then green'll do.

Were you green
when you were 25?

No.
But everyone else is.

I didn't say that.
I take it back.

You don't have a point
about his age.

Look, I already said yes.

Let's just see how it flies.

Why does everything
have to be

like pulling teeth?

You're a good egg, Garrett.

I just want to make sure

that egg doesn't end up
all over our face.

Is that why you put
Office Reagan on this?

As insurance
against my judgment?

I put Jamie on this
because he can read

a potential situation better
than anybody I know.

Because you don't trust me to.

Because it's sensitive.

Sir, City Council
just moved up their meeting.

It's now a conflict
with your Jim Voutay lunch.

Oh.

He's here

for the Council
of University Presidents.

I'll have to cancel.

After his school's
undefeated football team

wins a national championship?

That's a sacrilege.

Can you do me a favor--
have lunch with him?

I'll see if I can
clear my schedule.

Problem solved.

So this what you guys wear?

No, that's the fake one

we give to reporters.

Yes, exactly the same,
department issue.

Near enough.
How do I look?

Nervous.

Is that
your thing?

You like to keep
reporters off-balance?

No.
That's her thing, right?

Actually, telling the truth
is sometimes her thing.

You asked her how you looked,
and she told you.

Oh, I'm not nervous.
Just pumped.

You know that show Cops?
Sure.

♪ Bad boys, bad boys,
whatcha gonna do... ♪

Yeah, it's going
to be like that, right?

♪ Whatcha gonna do
when they come for you? ♪

No, I'm a real journalist,

not some guy with
a night-vision camera.

Little more to it than that.
Eh...

One of the things
I really like about Cops...

How slanted they are
towards law enforcement?

How the guy on the ride-along
never bothers the actual cops.

In fact,
you never even hear him.

You two make a great pair.

Has anyone ever
told you that?

All the time.

Thank you.

Linda!

Linda, have you seen my tie?

You mean the one
you're wearing?

Smooth move, Dad.

I meant the red tie,
wisenheimer.

Where's your mother?

You're going to be
late for school.

Ain't she driving you?

She's supposed to.

It's after 8:00.
You're going to be late.

Hope so.
Linda!

Linda.

Hey, the boys are

waiting for you
to take them.

Don't go to work today.

Oh, come on,
Linda.

Don't start with this again.

I'm serious.
I don't want you out there.

Something bad
is going to happen.

Nothing bad is going
to happen, Linda.

And you can't do this before
I go to work every day.

It's not good for you,

it's not good
for me.

I can't help the way
I feel, Danny.

And I can't quit my job.

Hey.

You remember

what the hospital therapist
said, right?

Yeah.
It's going to take a little time

before things get back to normal
after what happened, honey.

I was shot, Danny, okay?

You can say it.
I... was shot.

Come on, guys. Let's go.
We're going to be late.

I'll drive the boys.

Is Mom okay?

She's fine.
Come on, let's go.

She's better than you're going
to be if you don't hurry up.

Let's go.

So you guys go a whole week

without being
in harm's way, as they say?

A whole month.
Longer.

That must get old fast.

Not at all.

Come on, you know.

The rush of adrenaline once,

you want it again
and again, right?

No, speak
for yourself.

You know, a quiet day on this
job is highly underrated.

Long story short,
we like to keep

the peace peacefully,
as much as we possibly can.

12-David, we've got a report

of shots fired at 315...
Shots fired! We're going, right?

We're going, right?

12-David,
show us responding.

Yes! Ugh!

Buckle up.

No, I like a bumpy ride.

Told you.

It's 9:00 am on the morning
of the 18th.

We have just arrived at...

Hey, get back in the car.
Hey!

...911 call reporting shots
fired at this address.

Eddie, get him.

You need to get
back in the car.

We are just about to go inside.

No, we are just
about to go inside.

And he is about to get
back in the car.

Whoa, are you serious?

This is a ride-along.
I ride along.

Not on a shots-fired
radio call.

I promise I won't
get in the way.

I swear I won't get hurt.
Look, I'm already protected.

I don't care.
Not on shots-fired.

Hey, get back in the car right now.
Get back in the car.

Get in the car. Get in the car now!
Come on! Come on!

Get back in the car, right now!
Back in the car!

Get in the car, now.

Hey... get back inside.

Police!

You sure we got the right
address, partner?

315 Lefferts.

This is the northeast corner
apartment on the third floor.

Something doesn't feel right.

Copy that.

Eddie.
Yeah.

Colt. He's hurt.

Hey, are you hit? Hey!

What happened?
What happened?

Who shot you?

Eddie, we got to get
him to a hospital!

We got a bus on the way.

Drive! Drive!

Hey, hey, talk to me.

Talk to me.
Hey, Colt.

♪ Blue Bloods 6x03 ♪
All the News That's Fit to Click
Original Air Date on October 9, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

The reporter's name
is Lorenzo Colt.

I know who he is.

How is he?
And is he likely?

His condition is unknown
at this point.

Doctors are working
on him as we speak.

The hospital knows
to call me direct

soon as they
know something.

Tell them to know
something quicker.

Yes, sir.
Where's Garrett?

Here. I'm here, Frank.

Contacts for next of kin?
Getting them.

Lieutenant Gormley,
it's the hospital.

Ten-hut!
As you were.

Chief, have Patrol canvass
that whole neighborhood.

If there were eyeballs,

I want them sitting down
with our Detectives ASAP.

And I want all collars
in that precinct debriefed,

no matter what the charge is.

Commissioner.
Well?

Good news--
the reporter

was wearing a bullet
proof vest.

It absorbed
two of the bullets.

Report says
there were three shots.

Yes, sir.

The third one
grazed his neck,

but thankfully, it was only
a surface wound.

Thank God.

Doc says
he's resting comfortably,

be out of there tomorrow.

That's good news.

But this reporter was sitting in
the back of one of our RMPs,

and he was wearing a department
issued NYPD windbreaker.

I'm not sure the shooter thought
he was shooting a reporter.

He could have thought
he was killing a cop.

Let's get to it.

Find this guy.

I'm sorry this happened.

Me, too.

I feel responsible.

You're not.

Hey.

How you two holding up?

Hanging in there.

You got lucky.
Could have been you.

You think the shooter was trying
to take out a cop?

Yeah, that's what
we're thinking.

How's he doing?

Honestly,

I think he's better than okay.

What do you mean?

He likes his adrenaline
straight up.

Get the sense he's
the type of journalist

likes to make himself the lead
in all the stories he writes.

Did you talk to him?

Once we were cleared,

he was on the phone
with his publisher.

We'll take a crack.

Thanks.
Yep.

Talk about, uh, being in the
right place at the right time.

And the drugs they got me on
aren't too bad, either, huh?

You mind wrapping that up?

Could you just
give me one second.

No, no, not you.

Two cops just
walked in the room.

Detectives.

Are you kidding?
I'm not sitting this one out.

I'll be at my desk
first thing tomorrow.

Urgent police business.

He'll have to call you back.

You know, technically,

what you did right there
is grand larceny.

Police emergency.

Do you mind answering some

questions for us, Mr. Colt?
Shoot.

What can you tell us
about the person who shot you?

Not much, really.

What can you tell me about him?

We know you're
a reporter, Mr. Colt,

but things would be
a lot more productive

if you let us ask
the questions.

Uh, at your service.

Great. Can you tell us anything
about the person who shot you?

You remember anything?

White, black?

Male, female?

Uh...

Scars, tattoos,
identifiable marks?

Anything you can remember
would be very helpful.

Mr. Colt,
not for nothing,

but there's a would-be
cop killer on the loose,

and you are our key witness.

Cop killer?

Well, you were wearing
an NYPD raid jacket

in the back
of an NYPD radio car.

Wha... uh...

Mr. Colt,

could really use
your help here.

To be honest, uh,
everything happened s-so fast.

I-I... really just...
just blanked.

Huh.

What are you writing?

I'm sorry.

I just... got really tired.

Or maybe I'm still
in shock or something.

Would you mind coming
back in a while?

When your memory comes back,

we really could use
your help, all right?

Before somebody else gets hurt.

Copy that, Detective.

And-and thank you
for understanding.

What are you
doing here, Sarge?

Lieutenant.
My bad.

I'm here to help.

The whole department
is at your disposal,

chase down whatever leads
our victim gave you.

We got no leads-- he says
he doesn't remember anything,

that he blacked out.

Either way, we got nada.

Well, we don't
got nada.

Well, what's the
opposite of nada?

Algo?

I mean, what
do you got?

We got a 911 call
which was a phony call

'cause the whole thing
was a setup.

Whoever made that call
is our shooter.

We figure out
who that caller is,

and we'll catch
our cop killer.

You still got
it, Reagan.

You too, Sarge.

Lieutenant.

Hope you don't mind
that you're stuck with me

instead of your pal.

Not at all-- it's
good to catch up.

And besides, you spare me
having to watch Frank pick

all the vegetables
off his plate.

The Canyon of Heroes.

Little known fact--
behind each photograph

is a picture of their DCPI,

dusty, forgotten, never
to be heard from again.

You better be careful, Garrett.

he might have this place bugged.

And I'm sorry for not having
heeded your infinite wisdom

and allowing that perfectly fine
and fully credentialed reporter

onto that ride along.

You were right, I absolutely
should have been able

to look into the future
and see what was gonna happen.

Wow.

Sorry, it's been a tough day.

Well, it's
like you said.

It's not something
you could have foreseen.

Yeah, but I pushed
pretty hard

against Frank's very
strenuous objection.

Big no-no.

Yeah, yeah,
I'm standing on the corner

of Northeast Lefferts and 17th,
and I just heard gunfire.

Okay, calm down, sir.

Can I have your name
and a callback number?

That's it.
You trace the call?

It was made from a cheap
cell phone burner,

one of those 99-cent jobs.

No GPS.

Exactly.

The best we could do
is locate the cell tower

where it last pinged, but that
only gives us neighborhood.

That could be anywhere
in Fort Greene.

All right, play it again.

You get something?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm standing on the corner

of Northeast Lefferts and 17th,
and I just heard gunfire.

Okay, calm down, sir.
Can I have your name...

Okay, stop right there,
rewind a few seconds.

...and I just heard gunfire.

You hear that?

The noise
in the background.

No, what do you hear?

I don't know;
play it again.

Sounds like an MTA
announcement or something.

Just try to isolate the
background noise for me.

The next
three train will be arriving

at the Nevins Street station
in three minutes.

Made the call near the
Nevins Street stop.

And these guys always toss
their burner phones.

Call it in-- we got
to get an area search

and find that phone.

And this is where we hold
our press conferences.

Let me guess, one of
Franks favorite rooms.

Once a year, he instructs
the bomb squad guys

to demolish the place.

Getting him in here must
be like pulling teeth.

Exactly.

Uh, Frank has a
lot of virtues,

but suffering fools
gladly isn't one of them.

That's the thing,
they're not fools.

Just 'cause someone has
a different point of view

or a difficult question
or a fresh take on something...

Uh, doesn't make
them a fool,

it just makes them
someone who's not Frank.

Not that I'm saying
Frank's that.

No, I know.

But getting him to pivot,
to shift his weight a little.

Pulling teeth.

A guy who can make a Frank
Reagan see things another way,

that is a valuable guy.

Thanks, Jim.

But let's just keep that
between us, okay?

Oh, come on, Garrett,
Frank must know that.

If he does, he certainly
wouldn't want to be reminded.

Trust me.

Deal.

So I'll keep
that between us

if you do the same with this.

What's this?

One of the perks

of our school winning
the national championship

is our board has finally
ponied up enough money

for me to hire
a real communications man.

It's a job offer?

Yes.

Our university needs
to do some rebranding.

See, the future is in
harvesting from overseas,

but overseas doesn't care
about college football

when they're looking
at higher education.

I think you made a mistake
and put down one too many zeros.

Garrett, I didn't get our school
to the top of our conference

in sports and academics
by making too many mistakes.

Then this is quite an offer.

I was hoping you'd think that.

Come on, that phone's got to be
around here somewhere.

Whoever finds it,
rounds are on me!

Detective,
over here.

Looks like a phone to me.

Hey! Hey.

Crowbar, come on.

Get this thing up.

There we go, look at that.

Baez!

We struck gold.

You're not gonna believe what
that little punk Colt did.

What?

Who the hell is that?

Colt had a composite
sketch drawn up

of a detailed description
of our shooter.

Why'd he hold out on us?

So he could break the story
on his Web site.

Hey, there.
Can I help you?

Colt.

Oh, hey, Officers, I'll
be with you in just a sec.

That's “Detectives,” and
you'll be with us now.

I'm sorry,
is there something wrong?

Uh, yeah, probably
should have given you

a heads up about that, huh?

What happened to,
“I must have blacked out”?

I did, but then it all
came back to me.

Right, just in time to put it
on the Internet, huh?

Detective, I am under
no legal requirement

to share any information
with you.

And as a journalist,

I have an obligation to inform
my readers, first and foremost.

We're the police, not some
rival news organization.

This information
could have helped us

apprehend this very
dangerous man.

A dangerous man
who shot you.

Exactly, Detective--
he shot me.

And I believe I should have
the right to deal with that

whichever way I think is best.

Do you understand the kind
of business you're running here?

You are going to get
somebody killed.

I'm just chasing
a story, Detective.

I'm chasing a cop killer.

If you don't want to help us
get him, that's on you.

That was the squad.

No DNA or fingerprints
on the burner phone,

but they did find
surveillance footage

from a nearby
subway station.

Great. You take a
look at the video,

see if our shooter
made an appearance.

I'm gonna go talk
to my sister.

Absolutely not.

Just let me
make my case.

You don't have a case--
that's my point.

I'm looking for
a cop killer.

Danny.

Who could kill me
or Jamie next.

Okay, A, don't say that.

B, no he's not,
he didn't kill anyone.

And C, he shot
a reporter, not a cop.

A reporter dressed
up like a cop.

Look, I'm not trying
to be insensitive here.

I get it, he's a bad guy--
I want him as badly as you do.

But that doesn't mean
we start usurping the law.

You call investigative
grand juries all the time.

Yes, but not for
fishing expeditions.

It's not a fishing
expedition, okay?

We have a suspect.

Come on, Danny.

What do you want me to do?

Call a grand jury and say,

“People of the State
of New York against...

pencil-sketched hoodie guy”?

Then write it up against the
boogie man for all I care.

The only way I can subpoena
this ass-faced reporter

and get him to testify under
oath is if you help me.

Okay.

I know you want this
for the right reasons.

But how much of your angst for
this case is about the case,

and how much of it
is about Linda...

...who's trembling every time
you walk out the door?

Are you gonna help me or not?

Not.

Danny.

Excuse me, Mr. Colt.

Oh, hey, uh,
Officer Reagan

and trusty sidekick, uh...

Officer Janko.

Uh, can we
talk to you?

Uh, sorry, I'm
all talked out.

Just a minute
of your time, please.

Didn't you hear?

I had a lovely chat with
the detective on the case,

and we're all on
the same page,

and I am a selfish ass who's
only interested in a good story,

but we also agree that I
am well within my rights

to not say anything
to the police

and print whatever
the hell I like.

I know your conversation with
my brother got a little heated,

but this is not that.

We're off duty.

This is... this is
totally unofficial.

Good night
and good luck.

Hey, what the hell
is wrong with you?

You have a lot of nerve
asking what's wrong with me.

Look at your patrol guide,
Officer.

I haven't done anything.

That's the problem.
Exactly.

You know, we work
with victims all the time

that don't want to help
with investigations.

But that's because
they're scared.

They're afraid someone's
gonna retaliate.

And I don't like that,
but I get it.

What you're doing,
I don't understand.

Then let me enlighten you.

My job is not to help you.

It is to tell a story.

Hopefully, a compelling one
that not only entertains,

but also sheds light
on our times.

I'm sitting in the back
of a patrol car

during broad daylight.

That is supposed to be one
of the safest places on Earth.

Next thing I know,
I'm blasted

by three bullets
from a nine millimeter.

Now, I don't know
about you,

but I think that says
something pretty profound

about the world we're living in.

You just said
it was a nine millimeter.

What makes you think it was
a nine millimeter?

You gonna have to read
my next post online

just like everyone else.

She said no, huh?

Of course she said no--
it's her favorite word.

Well, maybe this
will cheer you up.

I was able
to pull a still

off the surveillance footage

near the subway station.

That's pretty damn close.

Yep, the time stamp
on the video

matches exactly
with the 911 call.

Great, you run his face
through the system?

Michael Hicks.
He got out a month ago.

Has a long history
of violence against the cops.

Great, you got his last known?
Yeah.

Then what are we waiting for?

His last known address
was bogus.

Some vacant lot
in the South Bronx.

Okay, uh, you-you got
his phone number, right?

Well, yeah, but what
are we gonna do?

Call him and tell him he's
wanted for attempted murder?

Can he come and meet
us around 8:00?

Something like that.

Yes, hello, Michael Hicks?

Congratulations!

My name is Richard Mollo.

I work with the New York Mets.

And you, sir,
have won a wonderful prize

of a luxury suite
to any New York Mets home game

of your choice
for this season.

No, congratulations.

Okay, all you got to do
is meet me

between 8:00
and 9:00 p.m. tonight

at the box office at Citi Field

and you can collect your prize.

Yes, ask for me--
Richard Mollo.

I'll see you then.

Throw the pitch,

make the catch.

Sir, Jim's here.

Hey.

Hey.

How was the tour?

Enlightening.

I'd ask if it's been a hard day,

but I get the sense
that every day is around here.

Some more than others.

Do you have good help
carrying the weight?

I do, and grateful for it.

Garrett?

Add it all up at the end
of the year,

yeah, he more than
pulls his weight.

He's a good guy, too.

Stubborn.

But yes.

You want to take back your offer

for me to make him an offer?

That stands separate.

You mean, you didn't?

No, just checking.

So, you did?
Yes.

And he said yes.

Well, he wants to sleep on it.

A figure like you talked about?

The exact one.

He's gonna have
some trouble sleeping

with a number like that
floating around his head.

I'll rescind it
if you ask me to.

I couldn't do that.

I know.

But I had to offer.

Police! Don't move!
Shut it down!

Shut it down!

Drop the keys.

Get out the car!

Drop the keys!

Put your forehead
on the steering wheel!

Put your hands behind
the back of your head now!

Come on, get out!

Get out!

Come on.

Ball game's been postponed,
tough guy.

Three times, you've been charged

with assaulting a police officer
and you just finished

a ten-year stretch
for stabbing a police officer

while resisting arrest.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here,

Michael, and say that you
got a problem with cops.

Oink, oink.

That's funny.

This you?

Nope.

No?
Then who is it?

My lawyer.

That supposed to be funny, too?

Maybe you should've
taken up a career

as a stand-up comedian
instead of a cop killer.

Truth.

How about this--
this you?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm standing on the corner

of Northeast Lefferts and 17th
and I just heard gunfire.

Okay, calm down, sir.

Can I have your name
and a callback number?

That ain't me.

Let me guess--
your lawyer again?

Gots to be.
Well, we took a sample

of your voice and ran it
against this 911 call

and it's a 95% match.

So I'd say

it gots to be you.

That's enough for me to call
the grand jury already.

And yet we still here flirting!

Think I'm bluffing?

If you wasn't,
I'd be talking

to a judge right now
instead of you, little piggy.

This little piggy's
the only thing keeping you

from a life sentence.

Now, you want to work
with me and come clean,

maybe I'll work with you.

And if I stay dirty?

Well, I got an eyewitness

on the other side of this door

An eyewitness who watched you

pump three rounds
into a squad car!

And let me tell
you something.

If that eyewitness
picks you out of a lineup,

you gonna spend
the rest of your life

in a box smaller than this one!

So, what do you say?

Oink, oink!

When I ask you
to turn around,

you're gonna hold your number up
under your chin like that.

You know how this
all works, right?

I do.
You see the man who shot you,

just tell us his number and
where you recognize him from.

And if I do see him
and I do point him out,

what's in it for me?

The guy who shot you
goes to jail.

And you take a dangerous
criminal off the street.

Can I get five minutes
with him afterwards?

No.
Look, playtime's over.

A positive I.D. from you

allows us to charge him
with attempted murder.

I'm holding
all the cards here.

I'm warning you.

And I'm kidding you.

Thank you.

Turn them around.

Turn around.
All right, take a look.

Can you identify the man
who shot you, Mr. Colt.

Mr. Colt?

No.

I can't.

You're absolutely certain
he's not in there?

Absolutely.

Would you like some
more time, Mr. Colt?

No, he's not there.

I'm sorry, Danny.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.

Hey!

What the hell are
you doing in there?

You don't have
the guy, Detective.

That's not on me.

How about I put
something on you?

Like obstructing
governmental administration,

hindering prosecution--
how about perjury?

Or whatever the hell
else I can think of?

Because I don't
agree with you?

'Cause I'm lying!
No, I'm not.

And even if I were,
lying is not against the law

unless you're under oath.

Why the hell are
you doing this?

Doing what--
going back to work?

I just heard
about the reporter.

Yep.

And, uh, if you want
to tell me I told you so,

well, I-I deserve it.

Nobody's gloating here.

The whole damn thing's
a mess and a shame.

Frank, I understand.

Actually, you know what?

No, I don't understand.

If I'd put
Woodward or Bernstein

on that drive-along,

we'd still have
a shot-up reporter on our hands.

Except Woodward or Bernstein

picks this guy out of a lineup
ten times out of ten.

I'm supposed
to be able to predict

how every person who interacts
with this department

is gonna behave under any
and all circumstances?

Garrett...

I'm not doing this right now.

No, when?

How about never?

You put that kid
in the back of our RMP.

No spin's gonna change it.

Let's move on.

Maybe I should.

Maybe... it's time.

Jim Voutay made me a job offer.

Oh?

At a very high salary.

I understand if you think
you should take it.

That's not quite honest.

How's that?

I think it's what you think
I should do.

If you want to leave,
don't put it on me.

Own it.

He's your pal.

No way he approaches me

without first
getting your blessing.

You asked Jim
to make me this offer,

so I'd have a parachute
on my way down from this floor.

That's just not true.

Oh, come on, Frank.
Own it.

I don't really understand.
If the reporter knows it was

the guy that shot him,
why wouldn't he just say so?

Maybe he's afraid
he'll retaliate.

No, that happens sometimes.

But that wasn't the case here.

No, in this case, the reporter
wants a lead role in the story.

Right, that way he gets
a better story out of it.

Which makes him a showboat,
not a real reporter.

People still say “showboat”?

I do.

Isn't there some way
you can make him tell the truth?

That is a very good question.

Maybe Aunt Erin
can help you find that out.

I'll pass that off to the
framers of the Constitution.

Well, they're not here.

No, Sean, not in this case.

Why can't you just...
make someone tell the truth?

Apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

What if your dad
did something wrong,

and you found out that,

if you told anyone,
he'd be in jail.

Would you still
testify against him?

I'd have his back.

You see, it's not so...

black and white.

But this reporter isn't
doing it to protect anyone,

he's doing it for himself.

Yeah, but he still has rights.

Yeah, but I think that “rights”
thing is way overused.

Said no one, ever.

How'd this guy get a ride
in the car in the first place?

Well...

that's a good question, Jack.

He was invited by my office,
which means

the responsibility's
on my shoulders.

Was that supposed to be a good idea?

Saved by the bell.

What happens to
the bad guy now?

The, uh, the one who
shot the reporter?

Without a witness I.D.,
he gets released.

Wait, so he's just
out of jail right now?

Yeah.
That's right.

Is somebody watching him?

That would be harassment.
The police can't do that.

But he shot someone.

Allegedly.

Someone he thought was a cop.

And now he's just free
to go wherever?

I'm afraid so.

But what if he tries
to shoot someone else?

Exactly.
What if he tries to shoot another cop?

Okay, that's enough, okay?

Can we just stop?

Something wrong, Linda?

There is something wrong.

There is something very wrong
with the fact

that every time that this family
sits down for dinner,

we have to talk about crime
and criminals.

I mean, couldn't we,
just for once,

just... you know,
sit together,

and have a normal
family dinner?

Lorenzo Colt is dead.

We appreciate
your respect and sensitivity

around the crime scene,

while detectives continue
their investigation.

Our thoughts and prayers
are with Mr. Colt's family.

So you're thinking
he was pushed?

No cameras.

Neighbors see
or hear anything?

Just the crash
of him landing here.

Detectives...

You knew him, didn't you,
Deputy Commissioner?

A little.

I'm sorry, sir.

What do you have so far?

We're thinking maybe
he was pushed.

He's got Michael Hicks'
phone number and address

written down here.

Kept going on about
wanting to meet with him.

The little I knew,

he was a very good
investigative reporter.

Last number he dialed
was Hicks.

Maybe got his five minutes
with him, after all.

I don't remember Cole
wearing glasses, do you?

Can I see those?

These aren't glasses;
they're spy glasses.

They have a camera,
right here.

On his Web site,
he'd do those

gotcha ambush interviews.

Those are the glasses he wears.

Really.

Well, maybe we can figure out
who ambushed him.

So you had no contact
whatsoever with Lorenzo Colt?

I don't even know who is
Lorenzo Colt, man.

He knows who you is.

Got his phone records
right here.

Seems you and him had
a lengthy conversation.

Yeah, all right,
all right, all right.

So the man called me
last night-- so what?

For what?
He want to interview you?

He said all kind of
whack noise like that.

I told him to step off, man.

Step off a building,
is that what you told him?

Speak to in person,
or on the phone?

On the phone.

And you had nothing
to do with him

doing a triple Lindy

off the top of
that building.

Nothing, man! Nothing!

Well, you must have an
evil twin, then, my friend.

Take a look.

Oh, you're telling me--
no, no, no.

I don't want to,
I'm not gonna...

Ju-Ju-Just
a ten-minute interview.

No, man!
No names, no photos, just you and me.

The victim and the shooter!

Look, you made a bad play
coming at me like this...

I don't know.
The way I see it,

my play is your only way,
all right?

If you don't want
to work with me,

I have no choice but to call
Detective Reagan,

and let him know that I have
miraculously recovered

from my temporary spate
of amnesia.

Yeah? Well, let me see
you recover from this...

Hey! Hey, hey! Don't!

No!

Get off...!
No! No, no!

Camera.

Oink-oink.

Hello!

Hi, Dad.
Hi, Dad.

Hey. Where are
you guys going?

Take a guess, Detective.

Have fun.

I made it. I'm alive.

I know.

What's all this?

Hmm?

I am gonna get better
soon, I promise.

I know.

You wanted to see me?

I need a favor.
Personal favor.

I really have
stayed here too long.

I know all your tricks.

The hell you talking about?

If you need to apologize
to someone,

but want to keep
the upper hand,

you ask them to do you
a personal favor.

Quoting...

Francis X. Reagan there.

I got nothing
to apologize for.

It was an even worse idea
than I first thought it was.

What's the favor?

Stay on a month

and get your
replacement up and running.

Okay.

Better yet...

just stay on, period.

It's a lot of money.

I know that.

Please, stay.

Why?

Because I need you.

And you need me.

Maybe once.

You make my job, my duty, me...

more palatable to thousands
who would, otherwise,

cover their ears
and turn their backs.

I know that.

What do I get?

If you don't know that,

you're right,
you should take Jim's offer.

Okay.

Anyone... who...

has reached the ages
you and I have,

who works the hours we do,

without hardly ever
looking at the clock,

who can still fight

over what we do,

the way we do,

like we're still green as grass
and have everything to prove.

That makes us two
very fortunate men.

Plus, I'm offering you
a raise, myself.

A three percent raise?

Hey, we're city employees,
what'd you expect?

Can I think about it?

Can you do it over a drink?

I do my best thinking
that way.

Just a heads up...

...when you're offering
a measly three percent raise,

you don't through
the whole shtick

of writing the number down
on a piece of paper.

Is that right?

Yes.

See?
What would I do without you?

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