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Top shelf, red container.

You don't need to tell me
how good my leftovers are.

Actually, I left a wallet
here some place,

but since you're offering...

What the hell?

Oh, whoa. Hey!

Whoa! Hey.

- Pop...
- I didn't leave that burner on.

What the hell, Pop?
Were you cooking something?

A couple of eggs.

You could have burned
the whole house down

if I wasn't here.

Like I wouldn't hear that damn alarm?

Look, look, everything is okay, okay?

It was just a little hiccup.

So get your leftovers,

and Eddie's wallet is
over there on the table.

Hey, Pop...

And we'll keep this between us.

Even from Dad? He lives here, too.

That wasn't a question.

Kinda surprised the boss paired us.

I thought you were
with Badillo these days.

Uh, yeah. He banged in sick today.

- Thank God.
- Butting heads already?

Just growing pains.

Oh, and now I'm boring you.

No, no, I recently gave up coffee.

Those words make no sense to me.

It was making me feel barfy.

And I can't stand
the smell of it anymore.

Of course, without it, I'm always tired.

Wait. Are you sure that's just
'cause of coffee?

Of course it is.

What the hell?

Police! Don't move!

- Drop the weapon.
- We have shots fired

- at 39410th Ave.
- Turn around. Turn around right now

and drop the weapon.

I said drop the weapon!

I'm good, keep going. Stay with him.

Cora!

2-9 David.

We have a 10-13, officer down.

Send a bus forthwith!

Everyone can see what you're doing.

I'm sitting here enjoying my drink.

And avoiding the other kids.

I circulated.

Half a lap around the room
when we got here.

Oh, come on. Everybody's got notes.

I get enough notes at the office.

The whole city's your office.
You know that.

Good news is I think
she's got a note for you.

That is a commander with the
City of London Police.

So all you top cops
really do know each other?

We did some business a while back.

Sloane. Great to see you.

Commissioner Reagan.
What a wonderful surprise.

My deputy Garrett Moore.

- A pleasure.
- Mine. I'm gonna go reload.

So, what brings you to New York?

Business. Since last March, actually.

Oh. You guys open a shop here
I don't know about?

I'm no longer Commander
Thompson, just Sloane.

And, um, I'm working here
in a private sector job.

What happened to
"I'm a cop till I drop"?

Things change.

Yeah, that's the saying.

The other saying is
some things never change.

And there was no changing it back.

- Really?
- So sorry.

- You'll have to excuse us.
- Sorry.

Our systems are under cyberattack.

Everything's down.

- A hundred.
- More. Higher.

Two hundred?

No, 520 miles of coastline.

That's more than Miami, San Francisco,

Boston, L.A. all combined.

Wow, look at you dropping
the five borough knowledge.

Native New Yorker.

- No, you just watch a lot of YouTube.
- That's true.

Hey, are you two police?

Yes, ma'am. What's wrong?

Some creep back there is harassing me.

Define harassing.

Following me, trying to talk to me,

even after I told him to get lost.

That's him.

Step over here. Excuse me, sir?

- Excuse me, police. Can I have a word?
- Me?

Yeah, you.

Do you have an ID?

Did I do something wrong?

Besides harassing women at night?

I didn't do anything to anybody.

I thought they repealed stop-and-frisks.

So you're a lawyer
and a creep, is that it?

No, I'm a tax accountant.

His ID isn't registering
in Precinct Connect.

Let me try.

- Is this fake?
- No.

It's not a fake ID, sir.

You mind telling me
what this is all about?

PCS is down on mine, too.

- Call it in.
- Yeah.

How long is this gonna take?
I have a dinner to go to.

It won't be long. Just a minute.

Keep your hands out of
your pockets, please, sir.

- Sir, is this cop harassing you?
- Yeah.

I think because of this lady here.

Officer, you need to stop this.

And you and you need
to mind your business.

The system's down citywide.
Every precinct.

No one's getting access to anything.

- That can't be.
- This is not okay.

- Relax.
- Police cannot detain people

without a reason.

- You know what, forget it.
- What are you talking about?

I'm not gonna become the next "Karen"

with all these phones out.

Well, did he harass you or not? Great.

Reagan, you really want to
lose your pension over this?

I'd like your names
and badge numbers, please.

Everyone record this,

- so the world knows who these two are.
- Yeah!

You have a good evening.

Okay, good night, Gavin Powers.

Goodbye. Good night, everyone.

Enjoy your videos.

Goodbye.

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- Hey.
- Janko.

How are you feeling?

Ooh, oh.

After that nap, great.

You scared the hell out of me.

Oh, relax. No concussion.

Vest stopped the bullet.

Nothing more than a bruised rib.

Best news, I heard over the radio

the shooter was collared.

And your baby's okay, too?

Come on, Cora.

The symptoms you were describing...

Nausea, feeling tired,
things smelling bad...

I know it's none of my business...

You can say that again.

But you are pregnant, right?

Please just tell me that baby's okay.

Yeah, she is.

Thank God for Kevlar.

That's good. That's good.

But you cannot tell anyone.

If the doctor knows,
it's gonna go in the report.

I mean that I knew before now.

But you did know before.

And you didn't alert the department

and go on desk duty.

I know the rules, Eddie.

Why not follow them?

The pay is the same.

Because if the powers that be
know I'm pregnant,

there goes my DB interview.

Oh, you're bucking for detective.

You don't think I'm good enough.

Of course I do.

Cora, everyone knows you're on the ball.

But the department can't ding a woman

who wants to start a family.

For a civil servant spot, no.

But for a merit promotion
like detective,

you know the deal: what have you
done for me lately?

Yeah, okay.

The baby's dad skipped
the moment I told him.

So I gotta get the gold shield
and the raise that comes with it

to be able to support us.

Look, I'm not gonna volunteer anything,

but if someone asks...

- You gotta have my back.
- Cora...

Look, I know I risked her life,

but I need you to do this for me.

For her.

Please?

I'm begging you,

do not tell a soul.

What worm are you trying
to catch so early?

The PCS is back up citywide.

- I heard. What a cluster.
- Even worse,

Gavin Powers, the guy
we let go last night...

Only after you made me.

...has a bench warrant out

for an assault charge in Penylvania.

- You see, my gut was right.
- Forget your gut.

My ears are being talked off
by the brass of Philly PD.

Were they applauding us for our

careful handling of a very
difficult situation?

No, they want to yell because
you let the suspect go,

thanks to Baez.

I reached out to Philly PD
to verify Powers' identity.

Yeah, it wasn't our fault, boss.

Tell it to the detective
that's working Powers' case.

She's coming up I-95 right now

to have a little chat with you.

Why does "little chat"
sound so menacing?

Look, use my office,
and when she's done with you,

it's my turn.

And thank you all.

To be continued.

Sixty-two minutes.

Our guys foiled the attack

and got us back up and running

in only 62 minutes.

A lot can go wrong in 62 minutes, Sid.

- I thought you'd be happy about it.
- About what?

A gridlocked system that ate our
critical response capabilities?

911 alone going down

contributed to a dozen
fatalities and counting.

Yeah, I know. I'm sick about that, boss.

But our guys' savvy did save us
a $10 million ransom.

But paid it back out

in credibility costs.

"Serve and Protect Can't Protect
Their Own Servers."

"Cop Crash Costs Lives."

"NYPD-leted."

They never got nothing good to say.

And today they're right.

Sir, Commander Thompson of the
City of London Police is here.

Not a good time.

She said it's regarding
last night's attack.

Okay, let's have her. And you join us.

Sloane. Please sit down.

I don't think you've met
Lieutenant Gormley.

- Nice to meet you.
- Good morning.

So... what about the attack last night?

Yes, uh, we didn't finish
catching up yesterday.

I'm in New York as VP North America

for Aegis & Associates.

Cybersecurity.

Mm-hmm. The best.

- We like ours.
- As well you should.

It appears they've done a great job

in limiting the damage.

- Thank you.
- But do you know for certain

that your people
contained the intrusion,

or that the attackers had
already timed their retreat?

To what end?

We're seeing an uptick in attacks

that seem full-on,
but are really just a way

of testing the targeted systems

by stressing them.

And that $10 million ransom...

Which we didn't have to pay.

That's what you call lunch money.

You see, I would seriously
consider that your enemies

are playing a longer game here.

They already know
your system's strengths,

which usually reveal
the weaknesses as well.

Nothing's perfect.

Cops don't like coincidence.

As a former cop, I know
you understand that.

I do.

Us being attacked last night,
and you suddenly showing up

pitching solutions, well,

it causes one to wonder.

If they're somehow connected?

I have to ask, Sloane.

I neither had nor have any knowledge

of the attack last night,
but I do have eons

of experience in this area.

And I have come today
as a friend of the court.

And this friend would do what?

Ask for the autopsy. See if I can help.

With a contract for your firm?

If it's appropriate.

If not, then gratis.

Thank you so much for your time,
Commissioner Reagan.

Let me know if I can be of assistance.

Good morning, everyone.

I don't remember her quite so...

Ballsy?

Intense?

And that's when you let a known felon

with an active felony warrant walk free?

He wasn't known to us.
NYPD's system was down.

Maybe you heard it on the radio
on your way here?

If sarcasm's all you got,
no wonder you let him get away.

Detective, we had no choice.

Just like Powers' six victims.

Six victims?

One confirmed felony assault,

but I suspect him on five more.
All middle-age women.

All the same act.

Six?

Let me guess, it involves their dogs.

Powers sob-stories them about
his own puppy who ran away.

When they drop their defenses,

he talks his way into their
homes and assaults them,

stealing everything they have.

Assaults them sexually?

Just physically and mentally.

Our vic was lucky she saw us.

Till you let him waltz.

Not for nothing, Detective,

but I don't see him locked up

in one of your state pens either.

Difference is, I lost him
when he skipped bail.

You lost him on failure of policing 101.

Thank you for the lesson
in policing 101,

and now here's one in return.

You have no jurisdiction here
and no police power.

So we'll be the ones to end this guy's

reign of terror, thank you.

Let's hope so.

- So, say someone you know...
- Like a cop?

No, just a friend.

But they're doing
something kind of dodgy,

and if their boss finds out,
they would get jammed up.

- Jammed up how?
- Can't say.

Why not?

Actually, I've already said too much.

- You barely started.
- Nope. Done.

You go.

Okay.

So let's say someone
you know really well...

- Like a friend?
- No, like a cop.

And you discover that they
pose a danger to themselves.

- What kind of danger?
- I can't say.

- Why not?
- 'Cause I promised.

And this cop was a really great cop

for a long time.

Was or is?

You know what, now I've said too much.

Good talk, husband.

As always, wife.

What do we got?

- Detectives, this is the guy.
- You called the tip-line?

Right after I rode up
with Iris on the elevator.

Usually, I can't get her
to stop talking, but this time

she was clammed up, and with some guy.

Can you give us a description
more than just "some guy"?

Average height, squirrely. Real intense.

Okay. You know where we can find them?

She's in apartment 3B.

Thanks. Wait down here.

Yes, ma'am.

Iris? Police. Open up.

Police!

Check the bedroom.

He's in the wind.

It's okay. Police, ma'am.

It's okay. Call a bus.

It's okay, ma'am, it's okay. Baez!

Call a bus.

It's hard to remember.

I-I was so scared.

Did he say his name?

Bill something. Bill Smith.

Bill Smith.

And he asked about your dog?

Yeah. He said he lost his.

He kept saying "the chip."
The dog had a chip.

But his phone was dead,
so we should use my computer.

And I said no, but he insisted.

I'm such an idiot.

It's not your fault, ma'am.

Excuse me.

It's gonna be okay. All right?

You take care of her.

Hey.

You all right?

Just a bit dizzy. I didn't eat today.

That's funny, 'cause
I'm pretty sure I saw you

scarf down an entire hero
all by yourself

about an hour ago.

You ever get that thing
where you're a rookie

all over again,

and suddenly a case is
following you home?

Yeah. It's called being a human being.

You ever get tired of it?

Being a human being?

No, this, all of this. Day in, day out.

Years of seeing brutalized
victims like Iris in there.

Yeah. All the time.

Comes with the job. You know that.

And now we have people
putting us on trial

with their cell phones at every turn.

Unfortunately, that comes
with the job now, too.

We deal with it.

Every cop has a mid-life...

mid-career crisis of some sort.

All of us. Me, too.

Except I don't have
a husband to divorce,

or a car to trade in for a Corvette.

All I've got is this job.

You got me.

Maybe you're better off
handling this one on your own.

Okay?

Knock-knock.

Hey.

Hi. Have a seat.

Um, I need some legal advice.

So you finally came to your senses.

You're gonna love my divorce lawyer.

Me and Jamie are fine.

It's about a friend of mine
who is pregnant.

- A friend?
- It's a fellow cop.

She screwed up; she didn't
notify the department.

It sounds more like employment law

or union issues, neither
of which are up my alley.

How do you do it, Erin?

- Do what?
- Everything.

You have an amazing career,
you raised a beautiful daughter.

You have basically been
kicking ass in a man's world,

- and you did it all by yourself.
- But I haven't.

- Come on.
- All the "by myself" stuff,

I grew up with my mom, I've had Anthony,

I co-parented with Jack.

And I've had the rest of you
as my... Greek chorus,

singing songs that I didn't
always want to hear,

but sometimes needed to hear.

You have a tribe.

I have a tribe.

This woman has no one.

She has you.

- When she's not avoiding me.
- Okay, so don't let her.

Track her down. Remind her that

we sisters have got to stick together.

Can two women even make a tribe?

Yeah. When one of them is Eddie Janko,

that's worth at least a dozen men.

And the price for this system upgrade?

Next page.

Their rough stab at it, calculated

from similar overhauls Aegis &
Associates have implemented

in European cities.

Nice work if you can get it.

Makes paying the ransom
look like the bargain.

And Ms. Thompson herself?

Professional opinion?

Both.

Very impressive.

But?

Perhaps not above
trying to make this deal

by leveraging a prior
personal relationship.

After your detail changed
your morning pickup

from Bay Ridge
to Manhattan those times...

I did put two and two together.

Well, Abigail,

those times were a long time ago.

Long but not forgotten?

No, see, that's the thing.

I guess I had forgotten
because when she told me

she'd been back here for a while,

and obviously hadn't called,

well, it's not like it landed

as anything on me, so...

Why?

You're asking me?

Apparently.

This is always a trap. You tell me.

Or don't. Up to you.

Okay, uh, maybe one day,

when I was really busy with other stuff,

that part of me that
would have been open to,

I don't know, that kind of relationship,

maybe it just locked from the inside.

What, like a car?

You're being pretty literal.

And you're being pretty...

Okay, beg to differ.

No, thanks.

That's an order.

You didn't just ask her
probing questions yesterday,

you peppered her with them...

Sinkers, sliders, spitballs...

Looking for a personal reaction.

Oh.

You asked.

Find out why she left London Police

without my fingerprints on it.

Yes, sir.

Is there someone here?

Oh, hey, Pop.

This chimney hasn't been cleaned

since I could fit
all the way up inside it

hiding from Danny and Joe.

And you decided to try this again why?

It's just overdue maintenance.

I-I nailed down that
loose board on the staircase,

and I got fire extinguishers
for under the sink

and the upstairs closet.

And I ordered a pie from Grimaldi's,

in there on the counter;
pepperoni, light sauce.

And will you be feeding me
before or after you've finished

childproofing the cabinets?

What?

- You're coddling me.
- No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are, so cut it out.

- I was just trying to lend a hand.
- I've got two right here.

And a bad knee
that would hurt for a week

if you tried to do this by yourself.

What's the first thing
you do in the morning?

Make my bed and exercise.

And I take stock. What is my name?

What is my social security number?

- What city do I live in?
- Pop...

Because I'm afraid that today
might finally be the day

when I don't remember those things.

You got a long time before that.

But one day time will win,

and no amount of age-proofing
this house will change that.

So back off and let me be.

You don't even want pizza?

Oh, I'm keeping the pizza,
and I'll enjoy it.

Good night, Jamison.

Eddie's onto something here.

Full moons definitely change people.

Change like into werewolves?

No, not like fur and fangs.

Like, people get nuttier
when there is a full moon.

And there's one this week,
so everybody look out.

- I am with Sean on this.
- Thank you.

People are crazy because they're crazy.

Not because of the way
the planets are aligned.

There you go.

I seem to remember you
having an astrology phase.

I did not!

Well, don't listen to him. He's a Libra.

Well, personally,
I think astrology's crap,

but as someone who's done
their share of midnights,

full moons can definitely make things

get a little hairy
out there on the street.

- Hairy?
- Hairy.

Come on, that was a good joke.

- Come on.
- No.

Hairy. Full moon.

- Werewolves.
- Must've missed it.

How else do you explain
my partner's behavior lately?

She's completely shut me out.

- Full moon.
- There's a lot of that

- going around.
- Yeah. Don't remind me.

Wait, you're spilling secrets to her?

What are you talking about?

I hate to tell you, Danny.

That whole full moon thing is a myth.

- I don't know, Dad.
- And how do you know?

Well, when I first started
working the streets,

I saw all that craziness,
so I asked Pop.

He set me straight. Right, Pop?

Hmm.

Was that a yes?

I guess.

You okay down there, Gramps?

Yeah, he's fine.

I can speak for myself,

thank you very much.

Okay, let's put

the fangs away, boys.

- Fangs.
- We, uh,

talk through our problems
here at the table.

Except for those people who keep
trying to fix someone else's

without their permission.

Whatever, Pop.

Yeah, "whatever" yourself.

Nothing you two

want to talk about?

Not a thing.

All good.

Maybe that whole full moon thing
isn't a myth after all.

- Mm-hmm.
- Just saying.

Just...

- May I have the butter, please?
- Yeah.

Okay, Jamie, enough.

- Enough what?
- Enough of you

not telling what's going on

even though it's obviously
about you and Henry.

Fine. I'm worried about him.

- In what way?
- In the way

that he almost burned
down the house last week.

- What?!
- Then demanded I clam up.

What, even to me?

It was a blanket threat.

You still should've told me.

I mean, everyone gets older

sooner or later.
Other people have to step in.

And I did. Hard. Maybe too hard.

Pop's always been a hero of mine,

and I just want to pay that
back in spades, but now I feel

like I've hurt his feelings

and I can't even broach
the subject again

without hurting him more.

Oh, is he too stubborn
to accept an apology?

Have you met my grandfather?

Well,

maybe instead of making it

about how scared you are for him,

you make it about how much you need him.

- Meaning?
- Sometimes the best way

to apologize is to ask for a favor.

Okay.

So, now your secret.

No.

After I just spilled mine?
And you obviously told Erin.

Just give me a chance

to take my own advice.

Not a single Gavin Powers

in the entire tristate. Hmm.

Guess I'll just have to sort
through all these Bill Smiths.

I know what you're doing, Reagan.

Be fun to help, won't it?

- Didn't say that.
- Well,

then I guess
I'll just have to be on my way.

Got to start knocking
on all these doors.

What are you, an idiot?

Powers was smart to use

a common name as an alias,
which means you got

- about a hundred names on that list.
- No, actually.

Only 87.

Which will take you
about a month to track down.

You want a fighting chance,
whittle your list

down to all the Bill Smiths
living in the area

of the last few assaults.

Perps like that
usually like to work an area.

You know, I could've sworn
you were off this case.

I could've sworn
you were a good detective.

I am.

Though I'm better with you.

Speak of the devil.

Behave yourself.

Sloane. Please.

Is this the one that opens
onto the piranha tank?

No, it's that one.

Look, I'm sorry, uh,

for being so tough on you the other day.

Oh, not at all.

Yes, at all.

A stressful time.

Yeah, well, I remember.

And cyberattacks are right up there

on the scale, so...

"The NYPD welcomes the alliance
with Aegis & Associates

"to assess and upgrade

"the security
of its computer capabilities

citywide."

Check the spelling and grammar,

and we'll release it to the press.

I'm chuffed.

I take it that means "happy."

Very.

Then we both are.

But in the fine print?

We can only pay you

a third of what you ask for.

Really?

Sloane...

I'm not trying to take advantage
of our friendship.

But there are some
harsh realities in my budget.

- Well, I'll take it to my board.
- Hopefully,

with the recommendation

that the discount
will be more than made up

with the coin of the NYPD's reputation

when you approach Paris, Tel Aviv,

Geneva, et cetera.

You are always one step ahead.

I try to be.

Sloane,

tell me about Gerald Foster.

Clearly, you already know.

Only the official story
of your retirement.

With rumors of sexual harassment,

a seven-figure settlement,

out on Friday with full honors
and a pension

and in your new job on Monday.

That's mostly the facts.

To say anything more would be
to violate a very robust NDA.

Which would've hurt for you to sign.

In this day and age?

For a cop like you?
For a woman like you?

Yeah.

Honestly?

What hurts just about the same

is the fact that I've been reduced

to the subject of your investigation.

Well, I didn't mean to offend you.

Well, you have.

I was concerned, that's all.

About my well-being? Or about
the fact that I didn't ring you?

Here.

This can be shredded.

Have a good day.

Hey, there you are.

And here I go.

Look, I know you're avoiding me.

- So take the hint.
- Please, I just...

I need some advice.

- From me?
- Yeah, from you.

'Cause, you know, one of these days,

I'm gonna start a family, too,

and I'd love to hear your experience.

You know, woman-to-woman.

Hmm, so you can blab that around, too?

What?

Cora, nobody asked,
and I did not say anything.

Then why did my detective
interview get canceled?

- What? Oh, no.
- Like you didn't

tell your husband and he
didn't rat me out to them.

No. No, I didn't, and I wouldn't.
And neither would Jamie.

Look,

I know this has not been easy.

Janko, you know nothing.

Not about me and not about my baby.

So, now I got to figure out how
I'm gonna make a future for her,

and the last thing I need

is some two-faced "girl power"
pep talk from you.

This is exhausting.

Well, I whittled it down
to 11 doors just for you.

Well, tell that to my feet.

This is our door here.

Bill Smith?

Who's asking?

Police. Just want
to ask you a few questions.

- You mind opening the door?
- Sorry.

I can't help you.

Smith, it'll just be a second.

Drop it!

Stay there!

Baez!

Danny.

Baez. Hey!

Come here. Come here.

Oh, my God.

It's okay.

Hey. Hey. Stay awake. Stay with me.

I hope you left some

for the kids at the state fair.

Uh, not much.

Figured this stuff would cheer you up

or make you want
to get back on your feet

and get the hell out of this room.

It was just a couple of pellets
that barely grazed me.

Yeah.

Little too close for comfort
if you ask me.

Thank you.

Course.

You have company.

Iris came by the squad to say thank you,

and I told her that

I'm not the one she should be thanking.

So... Come on in, Iris.

I heard you got him.

We got him. Yeah.

Thank you.

This the seat that opens up
on the piranha tank?

I hope so.

Thanks for signing us up.

- That was a board decision.
- Well,

then thank you for not
torpedoing me with the board.

I'm a professional.

So, what's good here?

The solitude, usually.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

You could've just asked what happened.

I should have.

And cops don't like coincidence.

What are you even doing here?
Did you have me followed?

Well, I could tell you I looked up

authentic English pubs near your office,

but yeah, I had you followed.

Sloane, look,

Gerald Foster comes to New York
three or four times a year.

I can check and see
if he packs his nasty habits

when he travels.

No. Absolutely not.

What's done is done. Understood?

Yeah, okay.

Two Boddingtons.

What's Boddingtons?

What you're having.

- Okay.
- Frank,

I'm sorry I didn't ring,

but then you didn't ring, either.

I think we're both old enough
and smart enough

to know what we are
and are not capable of.

Like dialing a phone number?

The kind of relationships

we once thought were so vital
to a happy life.

It's not bad to embrace the fact
that those days passed us by

when we were busy doing other things.

Hmm.

So, you think you got me
all figured out, huh?

You have your work.
You live with your father.

You host family meals for fun.

Both things are true.

I have my job, the pub,

my flat, a few friends.

I can't say that I'm ecstatically happy.

But I can say I'm hardly ever sad.

And that's saying a whole lot.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Yes, ma'am.

The precinct is open 24 hours a day.

No, ma'am, we do not rent firearms.

Ma'am, you have a blessed day, as well.

Thank you for calling.

- Sarge.
- You better get going.

- You're gonna be late.
- For what?

Your interview
at the Chief of D's office.

That was canceled,

- as you know.
- It's back on. About 15 minutes.

Are you serious?

Felton, two things are
true in any precinct.

Number one: lot of things get noticed

even if you don't think they do,

like someone in the ladies' locker room

getting morning sickness every
day for the last few weeks.

- It wasn't you.
- And number two:

sometimes a boss
sees a bad move being made,

and they can rectify it

if they know the right arm to twist.

Like, say, the arm of a guy
that I know on the DB panel.

- You didn't.
- And if you were

to admit your mistake

and tell them that you see
the error of your ways,

then it will have been worth my while.

Hoffman.

Take, uh, Felton down to
headquarters on the double.

Take the supervisors' RMP.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck.

See what happens

when you finally fess up
to what's going on around here?

- Like you were Mr. Forthcoming.
- I'm about to be

Mr. I Got to Get Going.
I got a porch to build.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Love you.
- Love you.

What in God's name?

I knocked on the front door,

but you didn't answer.

I was out buying lotto tickets.

- Oh.
- So, what,

you're gonna board me in

so I can't burn down
the whole neighborhood?

Actually,
I was gonna ask you for a favor.

Like?

Back porch has been
going to crap for years.

I figured since you built it, you could

supervise the rebuild.

Kid, I've worked for enough mayors

to recognize that old ruse.

Were they too proud to accept help, too?

I'll accept help when I need it.

Hey. You know what I need?

I need the guy I've looked up to
my whole life

to be around for as long as possible,

because the older I get,
the more questions I got

about how to be the best cop
and how to be the best husband

and how to be the best man I can be.

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna
sit in some graveyard

talking to your headstone
about all this before I have to.

Though that granite might be less thick

than your head is sometimes.

I hope you kept your receipts.

To return it? I know.

Just some of it.

The porch is only ten by 12.

Unless you were planning

on us rebuilding the entire damn house.