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Yes, fine, I'll look into it. Thank you.

Hey, here's an extra bag of socks.

Dad, why do I need all of these?

'Cause if you don't want to do laundry more than once a week,

you need extra socks.

I also, put something else in there.

It's college, you're not a kid anymore,

there's gonna be girls around and...

Condoms.

You don't have to take it out, okay?

Just put them away.

For your own protection, all right?

Yes, what bill didn't I pay now?

Hey, Baez. Yep.

Sean, catch.

What's this?

Your signed Rangers hockey puck.

No, this is yours.

Well, every time I go looking for it,

it seems to be in your room, so I figured, it's all yours.

Sweet. I'm gonna give you the best gift in the world,

and all you're gonna give me is a "sweet."

Just don't expect this back when you end up

flunking out and have to come home.

I'm not flunking out of anything.

Sure. Hey, you two knock it off, all right?

You, pack up. You, off to school.

Yeah, okay.

Come on, Larry. I got to see my oldest off to college.

Just cover me for this game, would you? Thank you.

Thanks. Someone seems frazzled.

Says the person not juggling 93 things at the present moment.

Do you want to talk about it?

I probably do, but not now. Let's talk about this.

What do we got?

Dr. Max McCandless, age 51.

He has a practice upstairs on the fourth floor.

He was coming out of the parking garage, when out of nowhere,

a guy in a hoodie pumps a dozen shots through his windshield.

Let me guess, the good doc won't be healing thyself this time.

No need, all shots missed except the one that grazed his wrist.

World's worst shooter?

Or the world's luckiest doc.

Have you seen Anthony? He's not in his office.

No, you want me to try his cell?

No, he's not answering that, either.

Here he comes.

Anthony.

Sorry I'm late.

You okay?

Yeah, my alarm didn't go off,

and then I got stuck in traffic is all.

What's the haps for today?

Let's see.

A Flatiron robbery... That's for you...

Prepping victim for trial... That's for me.

Destruction of Mackenzie evidence... that's for you...

And I'm seeing Judge Walsh at 200,

so I'm gonna need that by 130.

Seriously? That's barely enough time to...

Where's your watch? You always wear your watch.

Must've forgot it at home.

Is everything okay?

Can't a guy have an off morning?

Does it need a big explanation?

All right, fine, fine.

Ms. Reagan, I just got a call from accounting.

Apparently, there were charges this morning,

over $8,000

on the department card issued to Detective Abetemarco.

Okay, we got it, Cameron. Thanks for your help.

I had a date last night.

I met her on Entranced.

Ooh, the hookup app?

That's not what this was. I mean, we had a great time.

But I woke up this morning,

she was gone, as was my wallet and my Rolex.

You're kidding me. I called her,

I texted, I even went down to the gallery

in SoHo she manages, but they never heard of her.

Job was as fake as her number and her name.

Which was? Donna.

Let me see her Entranced profile.

Why?

Why not? We got work to do.

Anthony, she committed a crime against you and this office.

Don't you want to find her?

No, I just want to do my job and you should do yours,

and we ain't never talking about this again.

Listen to me. I'll have your answers

on the Mackenzie evidence by 130.

Okay, thank you. Anyone able to ID the shooter?

All were too shook up to remember anything.

Security camera up there is on the blink.

Super said it's been on backorder for a month.

Well, hopefully your partner's getting something useful

from the victim.

I wish I could be more helpful, Detective.

I-I just can't think of anyone I'd consider an enemy.

That's funny, 'cause I could think of about ten enemies

of mine right off the top of my head.

You're the police. I'm a fertility doctor.

Fair enough. You're the Baby Magician.

I-I've seen you on the morning talk shows.

Yeah, your partner was asking me about my enemies and,

the truth is, couples come to me desperate to conceive,

I help them.

I don't make enemies, I make dreams come true.

What about the couples

beyond help?

They must be devastated

when you have to tell them no.

Yeah, thankfully those are few and far between, and,

even they get a referral,

and they start wonderful families via adoption.

How 'bout you, Doc? You, have a family?

Ex-wife and a son. Joan and-and Max Jr.

Both of whom I'm still very close to.

Good.

Listen...

you know, if there's nothing else,

I'd-I'd really like to get going.

I was headed to my picnic when all this began.

Yourpicnic? Yeah.

I mean, it's-it's given by the people

that I help every year on the High Line.

They bring their kids, we celebrate.

What can I say? I'm blessed.

Well, blessed or not, Doc,

somebody's gunning for you right now.

You sure you don't want to take a rain check on the picnic?

It's already underway and I-I hate to disappoint people.

All right, tell you what, we'll make sure you get safe passage.

Cosgrove, can you give the good doc a lift?

I don't know. Let me ask my boss.

Your boss owes me one. She'll be fine with it.

Trust me. Go ahead. She'll take care of you. Thank you.

Right this way.

Start with the ex-wife.

You're doing just great.

For a guy who took two bullets in the spine.

My boss is here.

Take five?

Commissioner.

What's this, a surprise?

I hate to interrupt.

No worries.

She's a stone sadist.

I appreciate the break.

Got everything you need?

Other than full use of my legs, I'm all good.

Department's gonna take care of it all.

Medical costs,

transpo, home care.

Till I get back on my feet?

Till you tell us to go the hell away.

Just want to get back on the job.

Why are you here, Frank?

John, you're not gonna be cleared

to return to active duty.

So this is how it works.

The department surgeon, the nature of your injuries,

they said no way.

You can keep an administrative post.

Or you...

can cash out and collect your pension.

That's another shot in the back is what it is.

This one's out of my hands, John.

I know, Frank.

You said anything I need?

Name it.

My son Jay is in the 3-7.

Good cop, what I hear.

Not surprised, being who.

You find the son of a bitch in the 3-7

who refused my boy a post at the hospital when I was in.

What the hell are you talking about?

You're telling me your son was refused this post?

You find him, Frank,

and fire his ass.

Janko. Officer Janko,

this is Officer Irving, 3rd Precinct.

Yeah? Ten minutes ago, I detained

several juveniles at Adams Park.

One of 'em said his name is Sean.

Handed me a courtesy card claiming you're family.

Is he okay? Other than getting popped

for cutting class and underage drinking.

You want to come talk about it?

Just you, not Uncle Jamie!

I'm on my way.

You can say no again,

but they're not gonna take no.

There's a lot of baseball left in this season,

and they'll just come back with another game

for you to throw out the first pitch.

Offer them an at bat.

The offer and the tradition is first pitch.

I know that, but with my unique skill set,

I might get lucky and slap a single.

No one's ever done that.

You're serious.

First at bat I would do.

Otherwise, no. Next.

Regarding Detective Marino and his son Jay.

CO at 3-7 says you got it exactly backward.

I do?

I mean, Detective Marino did.

CO says the moment he heard Jay's old man

was shot, he went to the kid

and offered to contact Employee Relations

and have him assigned to the hospital.

But Jay declined the offer.

Because?

CO didn't know.

But he said Jay not only refused the assignment,

he's been looking to work any overtime

that comes by.

Yeah, doesn't make sense.

So it's a he said-he said.

Look, there's a whole family history

with the NYPD beyond father and son.

The father's father.

Yeah. And both his brothers

and a couple of cousins.

And the late wife was an EMT in Westchester County.

And to refuse that duty at the hospital,

that would be pretty unprecedented

for a family like that.

Yeah, kind of like if a Reagan did it.

Skipping school,

getting boozed up... really?

It was just one beer.

Officer Irving said it was

a 12-pack among four kids.

So what, you never drank when you were 16?

Sean, this isn't about me, this is about you.

Being a Reagan means holding yourself to a higher standard.

And not just because screwups embarrass

the rest of the family,

but because it is the right thing to do.

I'm not even a Reagan yet and I know that.

So you're gonna tell him?

No, I'm not gonna tell him.

But, hey, this card?

This is a one-time deal.

And you just used yours.

Okay, you understand?

Yeah, I guess so. Guess so or you know so?

I know so. Okay.

Good. Because I'm starting to sound like your Uncle Jamie

and it is scaring the hell out of me.

Let's go.

Max was shot?

Shot at.

He got little more than a scratch.

But we still haven't found the shooter.

Well, it wasn't me, if that's what you're insinuating.

What would make you think we're insinuating it was you?

Well, it's no secret my ex-husband

and I don't get along.

Well, it's a secret to him.

Max is all about his image.

Bright and cheery, beloved by everyone.

But the reality's different.

The more his career heated up,

the more our marriage froze over.

Pretty soon there was only enough room

for his patients and his ego.

Not his actual wife and son.

Your son, is that who happens

to be eavesdropping on us right now?

When you find whoever shot at my dad,

I'll hire him a lawyer.

Honey, don't say that.

No, please continue. As a matter of fact,

where were you at 805 this morning? NYU.

Little vague. Could you be more specific?

In Bobst Library at NYU, studying.

And you, Ms. McCandless?

I was at Morningstar Pilates, three blocks from here.

Which means neither of us had anything to do

with whatever this is.

So it's time for you to leave.

Okay.

Anthony.

Judge Walsh grant the adjournment?

All 'cause of your stellar work.

It's what I do.

I did some work on my own today.

I disputed the bank charges.

You won't take a hit.

That's great news.

I also dug around a little on our Donna woman.

Didn't I say to drop it?

Yeah, that's the beauty of being the boss.

I get to call the shots.

So I ran her description against some other complaints,

and I'm pretty sure she's been making a business out of this.

At least ten other guys gave similar descriptions.

So I'm just one more schmuck. Great.

You're not a schmuck.

Now let me see her profile.

Wow. She is a hottie.

What does that mean?

That I'm too much of a schlub to get her?

That's not what I mean.

Look, right there.

She said she prefers men with meat on their bones.

She even puts a little emoji face with the hearts for eyes.

Well, I can see why she swiped right on you.

Okay, now that you've seen her, are we done?

Not till she's in jail.

You want her arrested?

Anthony, she's setting up dates to steal from people.

Your watch alone is grand larceny.

But if we grab her, I'll get outed.

As what?

As the idiot who got suckered on a dating app.

No one is looking at you as an idiot.

Not yet. Please, Erin.

My job says that I can see things coming a mile off.

If people find out, they'll laugh me out of the building.

Anthony, you are a victim of a crime.

Now, what do we tell victims in this building?

There's no reason to feel shame

because you've done nothing wrong.

That's right.

Now, do you believe that?

Of course I do.

Then act like it.

Fine.

Entranced has an office in Midtown,

I'm gonna go down there

and see if I can get them to cough up her real name.

You're not gonna get past the receptionist without a subpoena.

So how am I supposed to ID her?

Come on, just one fingerprint

or some hair to pull this Donna's DNA off.

Wow. What, you found something?

No, I'm...

I can't get over this place.

It's so nice and neat.

Why, is that weird? No, it's just...

your office always looks like a bomb blew up.

So I'm a fatso, a schmuck and a slob.

That's not what I mean.

I mean that any date

would be thrilled to meet a guy with such great taste.

Yeah, well, you got to make an effort.

Not all of us have the luxury of booty calls with the ex.

I do not have booty calls with Jack.

Believe it or not, I'm serious about finding someone.

It's lonely being single in this city,

and hooking up ain't half as fun as an actual relationship.

Not that I could suss out the real thing anymore, apparently.

Sounds like you really did like Donna.

What can I say?

She was a looker, we made each other laugh.

Halfway through dinner,

she leaned over and kissed me.

Even though it was all an act, it was nice.

It felt right.

Well, maybe that's why I sometimes fall back with Jack.

But still, there's more to love than just feeling right.

Why are you settling?

Good question.

Look, I'm not finding anything here.

We did what we could.

Let's go. Think you're holding back on something.

Obviously, CSU will find

my prints on these, but...

they might find her prints on 'em, too.

You know the expression TMI?

Yeah. Yeah.

This goes way beyond that.

Eddie, it's no big deal.

It is. I told Sean I wouldn't say anything

and I blabbed after five seconds.

Just to me, that doesn't count.

In your family, are there, like, rules about who knows what?

What do you mean?

Is it like all for one and one for all

or are there secrets?

No secrets, really.

Certain things are on a need-to-know basis.

Like you giving the boys courtesy cards, for example.

Okay.

It's good what you did, okay?

Any of us would tell you the same.

Look who it is.

Danny, come to see the new digs?

Nah, actually, I was on my way back to the squad.

After being called in to Sean's school today.

What's the problem?

Well, what isn't the problem?

I mean, he picked a fight with some kid,

he hasn't been doing his homework

and his grades are slipping.

That's rough.No.

Rough is me getting the whole truth out of him.

Including the part about you getting him off the hook

for underage drinking.

Danny, I was only trying to help.

Trying to help? By not telling his own father?

And what about you? You couldn't tell me either?

Danny, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Look, you two want to raise kids,

feel free to have your own.

But leave raising Sean and Jack to me, okay?

Fingerprint gave us her real name Maude Weaver.

Maude? No wonder she picked Donna.

She got a record?

Long as her legs.

You get an address?

Multiple.

Various landlords said she liked to live large,

and when she runs out of money,

she offers to trade sex for rent or skips out altogether.

Current place?

I couldn't find it.

So no way to track her down?

Could go back on the app.

Matched with her once, might happen again.

But she'd know it was you.

She ain't the only one that can make a fake profile.

So we decided to watch security footage from nearby buildings.

Every single minute of it.

Did you, see the man who shot at me?

Unfortunately, no, but we did find someone else

who was very interesting, a woman,

standing outside at various times of various days,

but always looking up at this building

and in particular, at this office.

We think she might be an accomplice to the shooter.

You recognize her?

You're kidding me.

So you do recognize her.

Yeah, her-her name is, um, Noelle King.

She was hired as our receptionist a couple weeks ago.

Well, is she working today? I don't see her anywhere.

That's 'cause she quit after one shift.

I guess it's a thing these days.

Kids ghost on their dates and now they ghost on their jobs.

Why would she? That's what doesn't make any sense.

I pay very well, she was great at the job,

but when she didn't come back, we checked to see

if she stole anything, but she didn't.

You have an address or a phone number?

Yeah. Yeah, I even have, her paycheck

for the one day she worked.

If you find her you can give it to her.

No formalities today, Officer.

Sit down.

Cop comes to One PP, headed for the 14th floor.

Seems like everybody in the building knows it, clocks it.

Thought this would be simpler.

I'm suddenly trying to remember every screwup I've made lately

and I'm-I'm not coming up...

That's not why you're here.

Well, that's good to know, sir.

Actually, from what I read,

you have excellent evaluations from your COs

and a good number of "attaboys" from the public.

Just doing my job, sir.

I do have a question for you.

You don't have to answer it.

I'm not sure what that means, Commissioner.

It means it's police business, but not official.

Okay.

Did you turn down a posting

to the hospital after your dad was shot,

or did somebody drop the ball?

No one dropped the ball, sir.

You're a beat cop with a master's degree

in urban planning.

Yes.

You had a question for me, sir?

I just asked it.

Look, Jay,

I've heard just about every story there is,

a whole lot of 'em around my own dining room table,

so...

I never wanted to be a cop.

But it's all my dad ever wanted.

Granddad and uncles, too.

It's all anyone could ever talk about at family get-togethers

and summers up at Pottsgrove.

I know that drill.

Policing's in my genes.

But not in your gut.

But it's too late now.

My dad's bounced from active duty 'cause of the injury.

If there was a time for me to go, it's already passed.

And I love my dad.

I didn't take the post because...

I-I just couldn't take all that brothers-in-blue stuff.

It was bound to be the whole climate.

If there's nothing else, sir...

No, there's nothing else.

Look, Jay...

I promise you this will stay between you and me.

Boss, maybe he just

hasn't had his defining moment yet.

Defining moment? As a cop.

We all got that one time, that one action...

The nickel drops, we all go, "I love this job."

How long has he been

onthe job? A little over

four and a half years, which brings his family's total

to somewhere around a century of service.

Well, that's quite a legacy.

Yeah, he should be proud, not whiny.

He wasn't whiny, Sid.

Is this a first... You with no opinion?

As is often pointed out, I'm not a cop.

I'm well aware.

So I have what is certain to be

a distinctly and likely unwelcome minority opinion.

That you're keeping to yourself? I like that.

Please share.

As a non-cop,

I don't go all butterscotch and marshmallows

talking about a big cop family.

And therefore?

What if we were talking about a surgeon

from a long line of surgeons?

Only this surgeon's only a surgeon

because he felt pressured

to be one. He hates it.

But he didn't want to disappoint his family.

You want him operating on you?

Garrett, that's not the same thing.

No? What if he's covering you in a police action,

and the guns come out? Has he ever

fired his weapon in the line of duty?

I didn't go through every page in his file.

Let's assume he's one of the 99% in the department who hasn't.

What if his partner's life's at stake?

Remember, his heart's not in it.

Never was.

If he freezes up,

that's hisdefining moment.

Excuse me. That's taken.

You mean for Ryan?

The man you were matched with?

He's not coming.

What?

You're the sucker this time, Maude.

Who are you?

Long version... I'm the person that discovered

you have a history of arrests up and down

the Eastern seaboard,

along with some outstanding warrants for theft, fraud

and conspiracy. Short version is... I'm the person

who's putting you in jail.

I am so sorry, but you have the wrong person.

My name isn't... "Maude," and I didn't do any of that.

Yes, it is, and yes, you did.

And you did worse. You preyed on

men's insecurities to get them to drop their guard,

as well as their pants, but this time, you screwed up

'cause you did it to a friend.

That would be me,

and you would be under arrest.

Remember these, Maude?

Come on. Get up.

Come on.

So, Jack, have you signed up for your classes?

Not yet. When I get done on Thursday.

Most of them will already be filled up.

Seriously Nobody knows.

Just the way it works for freshmen.

Not the classes that he's gonna take. How do you know?

Well, he wants to take all the hardest classes

to show what a grind he is.

- Shut up. - All right, enough.

You figure out your major yet, bud?

Yeah, major loser. Hey, zip it.

Not sure yet.

Just make sure that it's something

that leads to a real job.

What are you talking about? Well,

philosophy and creative writing and such are great

if you're looking for a job in 18th-century Florence.

Come on, Pop.

I majored in art history.

I have a job,

one I love, a good one. One which

also has nothing to do with your major.

- Hence his point. - Yeah.

Well, it made me look at the world in a different way.

Um, I'm with Eddie. I think

that studying law gave me a whole new perspective.

I majored in botany until I didn't.

Not for nothing,

but that's usually you let someone else say about you.

It's just a fact, Danny.

They'll probably get good jobs right away,

but the least happy people at my school

are the ones majoring in business

and economics.

I'm gonna say something I very rarely say.

Don't listen to Pop on this one.

Really?

In a few days, you're gonna be gone from this place,

starting out in the world on your own.

Make the world your own.

Take what is useful from your time with us,

your years around this table,

but don't think you have to become us.

But if you do...

You do.

If you don't,

you don't.

It's your life, not ours.

And I like to think that your dad

and your aunt and your uncle do what they do

because they were drawn to it,

not because they were pushed.

I like to think.

I hope, anyway.

Anyway...

to Jack.

Happy trails.

Good luck.

Godspeed.

This is the last of them.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Hey, Danny? Yeah.

Look... I don't want to keep butting in your business.

Right, 'cause that's Eddie's job now.

I think I know why Sean's been acting out lately.

He doesn't want Jack to leave.

Funny way to show it by ragging on him all the time.

He's been showing it the whole time...

By getting busted, the trouble at school.

Sean's trying

to be a problem so that Jack'll decide

to stick around and keep his kid brother in line.

And you know this how, Mr. Freud?

'Cause I did the same thing when you left for the Marines.

What happened? Did you get a B.

A-minus. It was a dark time.

Do me a favor... Leave the parenting to me.

I was just trying to help, Danny.

You want to help, help Eddie.

Help Eddie what?

Look, I love her,

and she's great, sincerely, and you guys are great together,

but the two of you need to mind your business.

We already apologized for that, Danny.

You got a problem with that, go to hell.

She's all yours.

Sure you don't want this collar, Abetemarco?

Nah, me and Maude have spent enough time together.

Besides, I'm gonna take the stand against her.

Like, in public?

Whatever it takes.

Drop by later to get your cuffs.

Might want to wash those first.

Could you not?

What?

I'm proud of you.

It takes a lot to stand up and be counted.

I got work to do.

Dinner later? I've got a friend from the Brooklyn DA's office.

I think I'm done dating for a while, but thanks.

Am I being arrested?

That depends on why you've been hanging around down

at the medical tower on Chambers Street.

What? I ne... I never go down there.

Yeah.

Almost like she's a magician.

Now answer the question.

Right, um,

no, I-I worked in that building for a couple weeks.

You mean a couple hours. Eight hours, in fact.

Then you left,

then you came back and cased the joint

for a week for some guy. Who's the guy?

A guy? The guy!

Playing dumb doesn't look good on you, Noelle.

I don't know any guy.

The same guy who you helped then turned around

and tried to kill Dr. McCandless.

Why would I want Dr. McCandless dead? He's my father.

Come again?

All my life, this man, Roy King, has been my dad...

until I did one of those tests,

those genealogy things where you send in your DNA,

and it told me that this man is not my dad.

I asked my mom

if I was adopted, and she said no.

In fact, they had gone to this amazing doctor

for IVF to get pregnant.

The Baby Magician.

I found a video of Dr. McCandless online.

I just...

I just saw myself in him.

So you got a job at his clinic to get his DNA?

Yeah, from his coffee cup. And it proved it.

That your mother had an affair?

No.

Never in a million years.

So, then, how did you...?

Wait a minute.

Dr. McCandless used his own sperm in the IVF?

Who else knows about this?

There's a Web forum of other kids

who were born because of Dr. McCandless.

There are more kids.

I-I don't know, I just...

I went online and asked around if anyone else had ever felt

like their dads weren't their dads.

Could be one of them's our shooter.

We're gonna need all their names.

I-I don't have them. I mean, people use screen names.

I-I swear, I did not mean to make anyone want to kill him.

Unbelievable.

McCandless is playing God when really he's a monster.

He better hope the shooter finds him before we do.

Sit tight.

Thank you so much, Dr. McCandless.

We thought we'd never see this day.

Or have such a beautiful baby.

Take care. I'll see all three of you in a month.Yeah.

There he is.

Secure all computers,

data, medical samples.

What is this? You're getting knocked off your pedestal

like you deserve. Step back, please. I-I didn't do anything.

Give me your hands. Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Take it easy there. I'm the victim.

Somebody tried to kill me.

Because you've been knocking up your own patients for years.

What I did was help people.

Folks, this is-this is all

a misunderstanding.

How many families' lives are gonna be ripped apart

because of what you did?

How many more kids like Noelle King?

Noelle was one?

What's the matter, you don't recognize your own daughter?

That must be tough. There's got to be quite a few.

What do you got, hundreds, maybe thousands out there?

Exactly, exactly, what I did was give people

the children that they begged for.

Why am I the bad guy?

Move it. Maybe some of your kids

will visit you in prison.

They can explain it to you.

Reagan.

Noelle?

Noelle? No, slow down. What are you talking about?

We're on our way.

What's going on?

I think we found our shooter.

Gonna need you

to put that gun down facing the water.

Right on the bench, Roy.

How did you...? Your daughter

Noelle fessed up it was you who went after McCandless...

After she lied and blamed somebody else.

She covered for me?

Yeah.

That is, until you went

and said good-bye about an hour ago.

She told me I could find you here.

This is where we always would come.

Not anymore.

Hey. Take your finger

off the trigger there, Roy, okay?

You do not want to hurt yourself.

Just like you didn't want to kill Dr. McCandless.

Like hell I didn't.

You missed a dozen shots at close range.

No one's that bad of a shot, okay?

Why did he do what he did?

Why did he hurt those people?

I'm not the person to ask.

When Noelle told me, I just...

I lost my mind. I...

And you'll go before a judge and tell him the story.

And nobody's gonna blame you.

But don't do something stupid now

and make it even worse, okay?

Just put the gun down.

Come on.

I don't care what happens.

It's not like I have a family anymore.

I think there's somebody who would disagree

with that assessment. Turn around.

Dad.

You lied to protect me?

I would do anything for my dad.

'Cause that's who you are and who you always will be.

Dad, Mom needs us. Both of us.

We'll make a detour on the way back to the squad, okay?

Only a couple more, which is a relief for my back.

Lightweight.

Very funny. Go help your uncle.

So, why is Danny having us see him off?

Maybe to show us how good a dad he is.

Rub it in our faces a bit.

Let me grab that. Yo.

Thank you.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Have fun, man. I will.

Hey, we're only a phone call away.

I know, I know.Here.

That's a little mad money for you.

Put that in your pocket, all right?

Sean, come on, man.

Come say good-bye to your brother.

All right. I guess I'll, see you around.

Actually, you're coming with us.

I am? Yeah, it was Dad's idea.

Figured you'll help me get settled in,

then we'll cruise around campus.

This way you know what's what

for when you visit on the weekends.

Okay, cool. How does that sound?

Good? Awesome, yeah. Come on, let's go.

I'll be right there.

Hey, I just, want to say sorry to you guys.

Especially you, Eddie.

No, I screwed up, Danny.

No, I screwed up, as usual,

running around with my hair

on fire, and you were just trying to help and look out,

so... sorry. I hope you forgive me.

Hey. Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks. I don't want to hug you.

I don't want to hug you.

I could use some of that mad money, though.

It's expensive raising these two.

I got a little circus of my own coming up.

It's called a wedding.

Right. Well, you chose well.

Let's not go overboard.Hey.

What?

Did he say what this is about?

He did not, Officer.

Welcome.

Thanks for the invite.

Please.

Thank you.

Thank you, Baker.

My son Jay.

Nice to meet you, Jay.

You, too, sir.

You find that idiot refused Jay's duty at the hospital?

I did, John. Heads rolled. All I can say.

Thank you, Frank.

And while I was sorting the mess out,

I got a look at your son's service record.

He's got a very valuable degree.

Very proud of him.

Well, you should be. And I don't need to tell you,

John, about the problems policing the projects.

You certainly don't.

So I started thinking, I've always fought

the Housing Development Board to bring in a cop.

I mean, the projects should be planned with a nod

towards policing them, don't you think?

So, it seems to me

someone with Jay's résumé

would be a valuable asset over there and would be

long after you and I have gone fishing.

But there's a problem.

They still will not allow a cop on the board.

And the only solution would be for him to resign.

And I would never ask Jay to do that.

Jay...

our police commissioner's asking us for a favor.

It's up to you, Dad.

Yes, sir.

Good. Good.

You sure about this?

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Jay.

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