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Hey, what do we got?

Homicide. Girl's name was Andrea Davis.

She was found dead this morning.

Ligature marks on her neck,
looks like she was strangled.

Who found her?

The young lady in the adjoining room.

She knew her.

Well, let's see who else know her.

Megan?

Detective Reagan,
my partner Detective Baez.

I can't believe this.

You in town for the
Comic-Con or something?

Yeah, we were, um, in town
for a video game tournament,

and they put everybody up at the hotel.

I'm confused.

You're here to watch video games?

No, to compete in them.

FYI, Andrea is one

of the most famous video game
streamers in the world.

Famous? Can you believe that?

Yeah, actually,
my son's a fan of gamers.

Now that you mention it, uh...

they make more money, according to him.

Especially Andrea.

She had millions of followers.

So you're a professional gamer, too?

I'm no Andrea, but yes.

And we stuck together.

Why is that?

Because of the men in our world.

No offense to your son, I'm sure he's...

a nice guy, but...

for every fan that sends us a gift,

there are a hundred others
that are just...

creeps.

The pictures that they send us?

The threats they make?

"Threats"?

Anyone ever threaten Andrea?

A female gamer?

Goes with.

Oh, what is that, nines?

Ha! Try 10-2.

That's game!

I don't think my knees
are what they used to be.

Come on, man, you're not even that old.

I can't believe I even did this, man.

What, signed up
for a mentorship program?

Run by law enforcement.

You should be proud
of your choices Deon.

Come on, last game... Let's play to ten.

Is that Deon Williams?

Hanging with the P.O.?

Man, did you have to wear that shirt?

Who are these guys?

You guys believe this?

Even for you, this is next level.

- Yo, whatever Reggie.
- You gonna apply

to the police academy, too?

Become a pig?

Hey... take it easy.

Run along now, piggy.

Let's just get out of here, man.

Okay.

That's what I thought.

Pension protections for cops
with 20 years on the job

has been a home run.

From a cop's perspective, sure.

Well, that's the perspective
we generally have up here,

in case you hadn't noticed.

What the governor's
pushing... one slip up

and a vested cop loses
their whole pension

and poof, there goes retirement.

I've got nothing for that perspective.

I'm listening.

I don't have a dog in the hunt.

I'm just trying to formulate
this department's response.

Nah, you always got to play
the devil's advocate.

Take the day off for once.

And it's not right
that a cop who's on the take,

or perjures himself at trial
and gets the boot,

still walks away with his full pension.

That's a few bad apples,
few and far between.

More and closer together.

I'm listening.

And defending this policy
laughs in the face

of all the reform flags we're raising.

No, it's us raising a flag
saying we're not gonna

tear every single protection
the cops have

to mollify the city council.

And all five district attorneys.

And the Yankees, Giants, Knicks

and Rangers, for all I care.

I say we stand fast.

Our best defense is sitting
across from us.

You said the PC pushed
these protections through

when he took office?

Well, he's still more
admired and trusted

than all of them put together.

Well, more than the Knicks maybe.

I say what he says goes.

It was the consensus of the press

covering One PP at the time, that morale

was so low when the PC took over

that he supported the bill
just as an "attaboy."

Easy there, Garrett.

Yeah, come on,
that doesn't sound like him.

That he saw all the traps and threw

his weight behind it anyway.

And they got it wrong.

And please do not promote hearsay

about me to me.

Okay, thank you, everyone.

Garrett, you stay.

If I overstepped, I apologize.

You didn't.

I didn't?

No.

Look...

that law needs to be repealed.

But I need to stand
with the rank and file.

Especially now.

Now more than ever.

How do I do that?

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

"KYS, you griefer."

It's like a foreign language.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Take the keys out
from under the mat again?

You mean did you forget your keys again?

Like father, like son.

- Yeah.
- What are you working on?

I don't know, to be honest with you.

I don't understand this Internet jargon.

Maybe you can help me out...
KYS, what does that mean?

Kill yourself.

- "Kill yourself"?
- Yeah.

You working on the Andrea Davis case?

Yeah, you figured that out already?

It's all over the Internet

that she was killed
in the middle of a competition.

You got any leads?

I got too many leads.

Can I see?

Okay, Detective.

Tell me if you recognize any of them.

This guy, Ralph Lamont, ShowStunner?

What about him? Who is he?

He's a big-time esports commentator.

The face of Intensify Games,
he runs all of their events.

Uh-huh.

He got in a lot of trouble for
saying some pretty harsh stuff

about female gamers last year.

Say anything about Andrea?

Have any beef with her personally?

He went after her physically, mentally

and her sexual orientation.

They got in a massive fight,

and he had to issue a public apology.

Almost lost his job.

Like father, like son indeed.

Good work, kid.

- See you at home?
- Yes.

Can you hold onto this for me?

Yeah, why?

Safer in a cop's bag than mine, right?

Belonged to my dad.

It's the only time I ever take it off.

I understand.

All right.

Are you serious? What?

You really expect me to play with this?

Come on, I got to throw
your game off somehow.

Come on.

Worried about those guys
showing up again?

They're in a gang, aren't they?

Look, I'm just trying
to stay in my own lane

and do right by me.

That's why I signed up for this
program in the first place.

- I get that.
- And I get you're a cop,

and you want to know
about the Dead Twins,

but I'd rather stay clear
and keep my head down.

Now let's play.

Look at that. See, you wasn't
ready for all of that.

Come on, you see? I had the...

So those guys are members
of the Dead Twins?

Yeah.

Same guys who robbed
that bodega last week?

I don't think it's the same guys, but...

Yeah, but they're affiliated?

They beat that bodega owner
within an inch of his life.

He'll probably never walk again.

Those are bad guys, Deon.

Can we just play?

If you know anything though...

that can help, you got to tell me.

Look, I ain't no snitch.

Now what if those guys go out

and kill somebody next time?

Do you want to stay silent
and let that happen?

I guess I can ask around.

No, I don't want you to ask around.

Just keep your ears open, let me know

if you hear anything, all right?

That's it.

Come on.

Come on, let's play.

Aw, that was all luck!

I wasn't paying attention.

- The light was in my eyes.
- Let's go.

Oh, okay, let's see
what those old knees got!

We got to get our gold shields.

I'm about done with this wardrobe.

Pants riding?

No, it's the thousand-pound belt.

Swear it's gonna give me back...

I agree. Hey, watch it.

Hey, excuse me?

You okay?

See this? She's crazy!
She's totally crazy!

I mean, how can anyone live like this?

S-Slow down, and just
tell us what happened.

I'm being abused.

- Who's abusing you?
- This family

that I work for. I'm a live-in nanny.

Which apartment?

- 15B and...
- Sorry.

Officers, this is such
a misunderstanding.

- Yelena, are you okay?
- Who are you?

Mike Dougherty. I'm so sorry, Yelena.

This is a terrible accident.
Here's what happened.

One of our children's

really rambunctious
and hit her with a toy.

One of your kids did that?

It's horribly embarrassing.

Is that true?

We will do better, I promise.

The kids are feeling
really cooped up right now.

It's hard to keep them under control,

but that's our fault as parents.

Is that really what happened?

Come on, let's go back inside.
I'll get you some ice.

Sorry to have troubled you.

If you need anything, you call us, okay?

You buy that the kids did that?

Not for a second.

It's like we're waiting
for The Beebs or something.

Hmm. More like the, uh...

King of the Nerds.

Excuse us, please.

Actually, uh, Detective Reagan.

My partner Detective Baez.

We need a word with Mr. Lamont.

Can it wait until after today's games?

We're late for our broadcast
and we really got to get going.

Sure, we'll just let all the gamers know

that Mr. Lamont's a person of interest

in the murder of Andrea Davis.
How's that sound?

Just give me a second.

Detectives.

What happened to Andrea was
just horrible.

If there's anything I can do to help.

When was the last time you saw Andrea?

Uh, not since Tuesday's event.

And you didn't see her,
after the event in the hotel?

No, I've been...

I've been really, really busy.

So, um...

Wait, you don't think I had
something to do with this, do you?

You had a pretty big argument
with Andrea

a few months ago.

You took a big hit to your reputation.

We made amends after that.

I was in the wrong.

I released a statement.

Look, we're holding a live
memorial for her right now.

So I really got to go.

Sure, uh,

is there anyone who can verify
your whereabouts

after the event on Tuesday?

My producer, Mason. So...

Sorry, if you guys need anything else,

you just have to talk to my lawyers.

Garrett, what a surprise.

Great to see you.

Been a long time.

I know how much you love crabmeat salad.

They fly theirs in
from Alaska twice a week.

Sounds good.

So, what else are we doing here?

We need a fixer.

The governor's push

to claw back pension protections...

We've got a problem.

I can't help you.

My boss supports it 100%.

So do I.

You do?

Yes.

But he can't be seen as supporting it.

For obvious reasons.

I need to stand with my cops.

And he is.

But the rank and file
wouldn't see it that way.

The law as it is

allows too many temptations

for veteran cops
to play it fast and loose

on their last laps.

Erin, the guardrails need to go back up

for everybody's sake, including my cops.

And this has to do with me how?

We thought maybe
you could communicate that

to the governor.

Privately, I agree with him on this one,

but publicly, I have to oppose him.

Strenuously oppose.

Yeah, but see, Erin, here's the deal.

You could assure him
that whatever I say or do

is just for show.

I'm a prosecutor, not a fixer.

Well, maybe that wasn't the right word.

You can use whatever word you want.

I cannot do this.

And I could've told you that
in a simple phone call,

instead of a schlep out
to Sheepshead Bay.

So, you can't help, or you won't help?

Why don't you just tell him yourself?

It can't come from me.

Okay. Okay, then you.

I work for him.

If the governor balks,

all you have to say is,

"I know my father.
I know what he wants here."

You're the only person
with that latitude,

and the only one we can trust

to carry this out.

What if I don't want to be
trusted to carry this out?

Well, you'd be missing an opportunity

to act for the common good...

An opportunity that doesn't
come along that often.

I'm not telling, I'm asking.

Of course, it's up to you, Erin.

Hi, Ms. Williams. I'm Jamie Reagan.

He doesn't want to see you right now.

It's okay, Mom.

It's okay.

What happened?

Can you give us a minute?

It's not as bad as it looks.

It's because you were asking around

about the robbery, isn't it?

They stole your watch?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Was it those guys from the gym?

I'm dropping out of the program.

Whoa, whoa.

H-Hold on. We-we can make this right.

Just tell me who did this.

And then I'll end up
with worse than a black eye.

They're just gonna keep on
hurting people, Deon.

When I signed up, for this program,
I thought it was for a mentorship.

Not to be used as a rat.

That's not what this is.

This whole thing was a mistake.

You really believe that?

Is there something you want
to tell me, Deon?

I don't need a savior.

And I don't want to see you anymore.

So, please, just go.

Wish we could do something for Yelena.

Easy, Janko, you don't have
your gold shield yet.

She is trapped

in a bad situation.

Any 2-9 unit available to respond.

111 East 48th Street

for a disorderly and intoxicated male.

Sector David is out on another job.

- I bet they are.
- That is Yelena's apartment.

We got to take that.

It's all the way on
the other side of the precinct.

Yeah, it'll give us an excuse
to check in on her.

That wasn't the call.

I'm aware.

Hello, Officers.

Could you take the kids?

- Can I help you?
- We've had reports

of a disorderly,
possibly intoxicated person

in the building.

Have you heard anything?

No, nothing here.

What about her?

Can we talk to her for a minute?

No. Like I said,
we didn't hear anything.

Oh, it's-it's just that I...

I recognize her.

Um... Yelena, right?

We ran into her in the
street the other day.

Did you call them?

No, I didn't, I swear.

This could get you
kicked out of the country.

Do you understand that?

I'm telling the truth.

Unless you have a warrant,

what happens in this house
is none of your business.

Oh, it's none of our business
that you beat your nanny?

Eddie.

Hey.

If you want to talk to us,
she can't stop you.

I'm okay.

I told you.

Now go.

You happy?

Morning.

Sorry to drop in on you like this.

Not at all. You want some coffee?

Had some.

Then let's have it.

I was heading up the FDR

on the way up to Albany
to see the governor, and...

You thought you'd take the
scenic route through Brooklyn.

You sure you want to do this?

I'm sure I want the governor
to know I want him

to change the law, yes.

If you mean, do I want you involved...

Erin,

I couldn't see a better way
to let him know

and keep it off the record.

Do you want to do this,
I guess, is the real question.

I guess I'm used to this
coming from my brothers...

Cutting corners,

"just this once,"

"do me this solid,
and I'll owe you," you know.

I'm not used to it coming from you.

And it bothers you.

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

Figured your old man was better
than that.

Asking you to deal
off the bottom of the deck.

Is that what you're asking me to do?

Well...

In the right light,
you can make that case...

Without sentiment,

without the "family first"
shine on it, yeah.

And there's no other way
to do this except through me?

I don't know, there could be.

Garrett and I sure as hell
couldn't come up with one,

not on the time line
and not with what's at stake.

And it's really for the common good?

There's-there's
no other angle here, right?

If there was, you'd know.

I would make sure you knew.

My appointment's at 11:00. I got to go.

There's a whole lot of exits
on the road to Albany.

You want to take one,

turn back, I'm good with that.

I'll talk to you.

The common good?

Yes.

That's a good one.

It's not a joke.

The commissioner feels, as you do,

that the current laws protecting
cops' pensions goes too far.

Which is setting all kinds
of alarms in my head.

No one is above the law.

If my father had a tattoo,

that's exactly what it would say.

Uh-huh.

And when a veteran cop can break the law

knowing he will still walk away
with his hundred K pension,

well, that's wrong.

Oh, I know that.

I'm just surprised to hear you peddling

that your old man agrees.

I am not peddling anything.

I'm sharing information

that he wants you,
and you alone, to have.

Well, you and me, alone.

What does he want me to do with it?

Ignore whatever comes out of
One PP in regards to this bill.

That I'm a "defund the police" guy.

Another radical lefty

from the "blue lives
don't matter" crowd.

I have no idea what the return
fire is going to sound like.

I do.

I've been on the receiving end
of it before.

You have ignored it before.

Ignore it again.

Your old man is well-respected
way beyond city limits.

Giving him short shrift

always costs me something and
never gained me a single vote.

I am sure he will owe you one.

Did he say that?

No. I said that.

Are you wearing a wire?

Are you kidding me?

Half kidding.

It really is for the common good.

Thank you for your time.

Aren't you forgetting something?

What?

"We never had this conversation"?

That goes without saying.

Tell him to expect a final draft
of the bill in the morning.

He should know exactly

what he's fake fighting against, right?

Hey. Got the time?

Wait, you're that cop
from the center, aren't you?

You're Reggie, member of the Dead Twins?

Deon sent you?

No. He doesn't know I'm here.

You guys believe this?

Of all the people
to get mixed up with a cop.

Blood turning against blood.

It's not right.

What's that mean?
Blood turning against blood?

Look, whatever happened with Deon

had nothing to do with us.

Now, we're just minding
our own business.

Why don't you do the same?

Looks like you've got Deon's watch, too.

Was a gift.

It's criminal possession
of stolen property.

Wasn't me who stole it.

You know what?

Fine. Take it.

Felt weird having it anyway.

Who gave it to you?

You got his watch back, man.
That's all you're getting.

No, not unless you don't want
a ride to the station.

Tell me what I want to know,

or you're going in cuffs.

It's your call.

These messages Andrea
received are just horrible.

The worst of them coming from this guy

going by the name ShowStunner.

Ralph's handle.

Sean was right, he's a total prick.

- Yeah.
- That said, it's been months

since he last messaged her.

Doesn't mean he wasn't
still holding a grudge.

True, but could be time
we look elsewhere.

I think I figured out
where elsewhere is.

- What is it?
- Come see.

The cameras outside of
Andrea's door weren't working,

but this is footage from the hotel bar.

That's Ralph.

Guess he wasn't as busy

- as he said he was.
- Right. And that's Megan Mills.

For a second there, it
looks just like Andrea.

Yeah. Same height, same pink hair.

And they had adjoining hotel rooms.

Do you think he made a mistake
and went after the wrong girl?

Think we might have been looking

at the wrong mark the whole time.

That bad, huh?

If this new draft was a gesture...

that'd be it.

Walk me through it. I got to think.

Our amendment calls for
a case-by-case review

of cops' infractions.

Well, that's what we needed.
This isn't that?

No. This is wholesale.

Means any infraction
requires complete forfeiture

of a cop's pension.

So a questionable couple
of minutes of phone video

carries the same penalty
as shaking down a drug lord.

Son of a bitch.

You bowed your head.

He wants to see if you'll
genuflect and kiss the ring.

You have pushed back pretty
hard on his rhetoric last year.

You can see why it backfired.

Well, that's what I do when someone

calls my cops racist.

What did you say about him
wearing sharkskin pajamas?

Something stupid.

I guess he was a little thinner
sharkskin than we accounted for.

Now what?

We load up for bear. We fight.

What happened to the common good?

Apparently, it's obsolete.

Erin was likely copied on this.

I'll tell her.

No.

That's on me.

Yelena, could you take
the kids to their room?

I told you, unless you have a warrant,

I don't want to talk to you.

We're to make a notification.

A notification? Of what?

You've called 911
on your husband several times.

Between that and Yelena's complaint...

...we have reason to
believe this might not be

a safe environment for your children.

What are you talking about?

The Administration of Children's
Services has been notified.

They've opened a case.

So they're gonna drop by here

and they're gonna do an investigation.

Are you threatening to take
my kids away from me?

We're just warning you
about an investigation.

You have no right.

Actually, we are bound
by law to report this.

You don't understand.

Did your husband hit Yelena?

Mike is in therapy. He isn't a bad guy.

If your husband is abusive, you
need to think about your kids.

They're trapped here,
just like Yelena, just like you.

You're asking me to destroy my family.

I'm asking you to do the right thing.

What's going on, Officers?

Why don't you tell us?

Did you call them?

No. They were just on their way out.

Did Yelena?

No.

We'll talk about this.

Wait.

If we don't do what he wants,

he locks us in a room and beats us.

I have photos of the bruises on my body.

I'd like to press charges.

What?!

- You lying bitch.
- Hey, hey.

You did this.

- You're under arrest.
- This is your fault!

You're under arrest.
Hands behind your back.

Okay...

- Ow.
- Stop fighting.

Ow.

He doesn't know I'm here.

Right.

Governor, look at me.

He doesn't know I'm here.

You say so.

Are you recording this conversation?

What?

Under New York State law, you
could record this conversation

without informing me.

I'm asking as a courtesy.

No, we are not.

Thank you.

So, are you doing this
to punish me or my old man?

I'm not punishing anybody.

Yes, you are.

You calling me a liar?

No, but I'm calling you out.

Moving the goalpost was a cheap shot.

You realize that it says
"governor" on that door.

And if the governor's
being honest about not recording

this conversation,
then this is just between us.

I always look a gift horse in the mouth.

I even check its teeth.

You ever regret that?

A man asks

to borrow a hammer, you lend him one,

he remembers that.

He asks to borrow a hammer
and you hit him with it,

he remembers that a lot more.

Is this 'cause I passed
you over for D.A.?

Oh, you're on a roll today, aren't you?

My family has flaws,
just like anyone's...

Maybe even more...

But I think this is one of them.

That when we...

give our word,

we're foolish enough
to expect that trust in return.

But you do what you got to do.

Megan, pick up the phone.

- Hello?
- Hey, Megan.

It's Detective Reagan. Where are you?

I just got back to the hotel.

I was just finishing up some interviews.

Okay, we're coming to talk to you now.

Don't go anywhere.

What's going on, Detectives?

Is everything okay?

Just stay where you are.

Who was that?

Ralph, hi.

That was my mom calling to check in.

- Can we talk?
- Okay.

Just about the other night.

I want to just clear some things up.

Okay. But not here.

You want to go to my room?

No. Let's get out of here
and go somewhere private.

Get away from all this.

Okay.

You got my watch?

You want to shoot a little?

Thank you for getting my watch back,

but I gotta go.

It wasn't Reggie who gave you
that black eye, was it?

It was your older brother, Dante.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Reggie said you turned
on your own blood.

And then I found your brother's
juvenile record.

Our dad died from a stray bullet.

We each took it differently.

I wanted to do everything

to get out of
the neighborhood, but Dante...

Fell in with some bad people?

He was trying to be
the provider that we lost.

Was he involved in
that assault and robbery?

He is my brother.

I am obligated to give his name

to the detectives who caught the case.

They'll check it against
the surveillance in the bodega,

and if he was involved,
he'll be arrested.

But you can still help him.

How?!

Get him to come in willingly.

That way it'll be safer
for everyone involved.

You want me to turn in my own brother?

I checked with my connection at the D.A.

If he comes in on his own,

I can get him some leniency.

Could you do it?

To your own brother?

If he'd almost killed
an innocent person,

I would have to.

Thank you for getting my watch back.

Hey, Mason.

Where's Megan?

- I think she left already.
- Left where?

- How should I know?
- Was she alone?

No. Ralph was with her.

They were probably
just going for some drinks.

Where?

Like I said, I have no idea.

Well, you better get an idea quick

- before another girl turns up dead.
- You're joking.

No, I'm not joking.

Seriously, I don't know.

Uh-huh. This Ralph, he the kind of guy

that keeps an apartment on both coasts?

- Megan!
- What did you do?!

All right.

You, admit what you did to her.

Okay, okay! I-I admit it, okay?

- What did you do?!
- Please stop.

- What did you do?!
- Okay, please.

I killed her, okay? I killed her!

Megan?

No.

You can drop the knife now.

No.

- Yes.
- If I don't do this,

nobody else will.

That's not true. We will put him away.

It took Andrea dying
for anyone to even pay attention

to this scumbag.

I will not let him sit on his throne

one more day!

Megan! Megan!

Listen to me!

Megan, stop!

Stop right now!

Look-it, he already confessed.

Okay?

If you do this,

it's not just Andrea's life that's over,

yours is over, too.

Now, I'm gonna put this away.

I want you to drop that knife right now.

Okay?

Come on.

Don't do it.

No!

Drop it.

Drop it. Drop it!

Hands behind your back.

It was supposed to be me.

I know.

It's okay.

Get that scumbag out of here.

It wasn't supposed to be anyone.

It wasn't supposed to be anyone.

It's all right.

Man, you went too far at
that bodega, beating that guy.

- Hey, man, when'd you get all soft?
- I'm just saying

I can't even take a leak without
the cops rolling up on me.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

Next time, I'll just ask
real nicely for the money.

How's that sound?

Put your bet up, man.

What the...?

Police! Don't move!

- Put your hands on the table!
- Man, what'd I tell you?

- Just shut up, man.
- Is that the guy?

That's him.

Dante Williams, you're under arrest

for robbery and assault.

Well, I-I didn't even do anything, man!

You maimed someone for life.

Man, I...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're that cop that Deon's
been hanging out with, right?

Yeah. His "mentor."

I heard how you look like.

Look at you.

You-you got my own brother
to turn on me?

No, he wouldn't give you up.

When you see him again...

tell him he's dead to me.

Get him out of here.

You really said that to him?

Yeah. Not my finest moment.

Did he throw your ass out?

No. I left in the nick of time.

You know, there's no way
I would have asked you

to go back a second time.

That was my decision.

I needed to finish what I started.

And I will never ask you
to do something like this again.

Well, I don't really blame you.

I didn't exactly bring home the bacon.

Hey, jury's still out.

And I won't ask
unless I need you, and...

then I will ask.

So...

when did you figure out
I didn't last this long

by being a saint?

Long before our lunch the other day.

Fair enough.

And when did I figure out
you weren't a saint?

Probably when I was six.

Okay, an operator.

When?

The day you entered law school.

But as long as it's
for the common good, right?

Right.

Or at least...

as long as we can still
convince ourselves it is.

You must be crazy coming here

after what you've done.

- Get the hell out.
- It's okay.

You got one minute.

Yeah.

You shouldn't have come here.

It's hard enough for her as it is.

I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

Is Dante?

I haven't spoken to him
since he was processed.

What about your connection
with the D.A.?

Can they still help him?

That wasn't the deal, Deon.

He's my brother.

I couldn't just turn on him like that.

If you ever need anything,
don't hesitate to call.

Unless it's to help my brother, right?

I'm sorry.

Wait a minute.

So, what if you're a Catholic

and you give up something for
Lent that you don't like anyway?

Well, that's not gonna work.

- Yeah.
- The whole point is sacrifice.

Well, yeah, I get that.

I'm just saying it'd be
really easy to game it.

Game it how?

Well, I could tell everybody
that I love anchovies...

- Mm-mm.
- No.

No, we would know
you don't like anchovies.

Yeah, we would see you
ordering anchovies

on, like, a Caesar salad or something.

Okay, so not anchovies.

What about, like... liver?

- No one likes liver.
- Nobody here knows

if I love or I hate liver.

And it's never been on the menu.

Okay. That would be cheating.

- Yeah.
- You're looking

for loopholes

in a solemn Christian tradition? Wow.

It's not a I...

The Lenten sacrifice requires
that we deny our body

some luxury or pleasure for
the greater glory of God.

That was very profound, Monsignor.

Five years of catechism class.

- Five!
- I can tell.

It's not about the anchovies.

Okay, my point is that this is
a family of cops.

And a prosecutor.

You guys walk around all
day with an eye, for a scam

and an ear for a fib.

But when it comes to Lent,

all of a sudden you guys are all, like,

whole-hog honor system?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Yeah.

Absolutely.

It's the way we were raised.

Yeah.

I mean, I always try.

Although we did used to check ourselves,

growing up, around this table.

And anchovies and liver
would never have cut it.

Mm-mm.

Well, when's the last time
you guys all checked each other?

Excuse me?

This Lent...

I gave up 12-year-old Scotch whiskies.

That's very specific.

Crispy bacon.

What?

- Mmm.
- My morning run.

And I gave up,

uh, trying to parent this one.

Okay.

Okay, I get it.

- The joke's on me, again.
- Eddie,

it isn't a true sacrifice
unless you keep it to yourself.

If you tell everybody,
that's just grandstanding.

Hot cross bun?

I'm giving them up for Lent.

Wha...?

What?

Oh.