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What?

You didn't come down here at the crack of dawn

because you missed me.

Well, now that you mention it...

Billy.

Mom, this is Billy Coyle.

Billy is in my microeconomics seminar.

Here, Billy.

Morning, Ms. Reagan.

Billy.

Billy has a problem.

I was hoping you could give him some advice.

Does this problem involve a case being prosecuted

at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office?

- Yes, ma'am. - Then I'm afraid

I can't discuss it without your attorney being present.

My public defender said it was okay

if I feel like I can trust you.

From everything that he's told me, I can.

Okay. What happened?

I was at a bar near campus with some friends.

We heard an argument and the sound of a bottle breaking,

and then this guy just hit the floor.

Sounds scary.

The police showed up. They started asking questions,

and next thing I know, I'm under arrest.

Billy was arraigned for felony assault.

My lawyer said the cops have an eyewitness

who said that she saw me hit this guy.

The A.D.A. offered Billy a plea deal for misdemeanor assault.

For something I didn't do.

What did your lawyer say?

Well, he told me to take the deal.

He said that a felony trial was too risky.

But if I plead guilty, I'll lose my scholarship.

I'll have to drop out of school.

Whoop-whoop!

Got a gun!

Get down!

Get down! Get down!

Get on the ground now! All the way down!

¡Ayuda!

¡Policía, ayuda!

¡Ayuda, por favor!

Central, I'm at the Bedford Complex.

We need a bus to the location forthwith! Forthwith!

Okay. It's okay. Okay.

All right.

Boss, I got bad news.

Bring it.

A shoot-out between two of our officers

and a couple of drug dealers.

Our cops are both fine.

Who's not fine?

One of the dealers and an 11-year-old girl.

Collateral damage?

A bullet from one of our officers' guns hit her

through her first floor apartment window.

How is she?

Doesn't look good.

Her family?

Our best people are with them.

And my officer?

Like I said, neither was injured.

Well, one sure was.

A bullet from his weapon hit an 11-year-old girl.

That's a grave wound a cop takes.

Any bosses on the scene?

Yes, sir, right there.

Who's in charge?

- Nobody gets in or out. - Who's in charge here?

You lost?

No, I was working a case

a couple blocks away.

Job came over the air. What do we got?

Smash and grab in the jewelry store.

Guard stepped up, took a bullet for his trouble.

The call said hostages.

Yeah, three. Perp says he'll shoot 'em one by one

if we don't back off.

Well, how's the guard doing?

I don't know, but hostage negotiators are on their way.

Got to give 'em a chance to talk him out.

We wait for them, the guard bleeds out,

there's a good chance this guy's gonna take out another hostage.

Right now we contain the perp and wait for HNT.

Okay? I got a team situated around the back,

ready to go in on my order.

Back them up.

No, this guy bleeds out, it's on us.

Back them up. Wait for my order.

Okay.

Anybody else comes in,

I want 'em right here, okay?

See if we can get anybody up here.

- Hey, Sarge. - Hey, Lieutenant.

What do we know about the hostage taker?

He's early to mid-20s,

behavior's really erratic. Could be drugs on board.

Got all the exits covered?

Yeah, front and back.

Shots fired, shots fired!

What's going on in there?

Coming out!

Coming out! Hold your fire!

It's all clear. Perp's down.

Perp's down. Moving in.

- That's your brother, right? - Yeah.

The stones on him, huh?

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Hang in there, okay, bud?

Whew, that was a close call.

- Well done. - Nice job, Reagan.

I just grabbed the guy.

Detective... can I have a word?

Yeah. I'll see you guys.

- Hey. He's gonna make it, the guard. - Yeah.

Lucky he's the only one that came out on a stretcher.

Meaning what?

You were supposed to wait for my order before going in.

Well, I know, but, uh, yahoo turned his back,

I had a clear path. What do you want me to do?

That wasn't the game plan, Danny.

I know it wasn't the game plan, but it worked.

The shot that perp threw when you went in

could've hit one of the hostages.

No, it couldn't have hit anyone.

Look, I had him completely under control.

- Everything was fine. - That's easy to say now.

What do you want me to do?

Look, I had a chance to end this thing.

For all of us. So I ended it.

You could've checked with me before you went in.

There wasn't time.

That's protocol.

Protocol, fine. But I saved lives.

We saved lives.

You could've cost someone their life.

Yeah, and you, while waiting to

play Dog Day Afternoon with that clown,

could've let the guard bleed out

and cost him his life! Coulda, shoulda,

woulda... I was the incident commander.

It was my call, not yours.

You're welcome.

I talked to the A.D.A. handling Nicky's friend's case.

- And? - The cops on the scene say, uh,

a witness saw Billy Coyle clock the Vic upside the head

with a bottle. - How's the victim?

Uh, concussion, caught some glass in one eye.

Vision could be impaired.

Billy doesn't seem like a violent type.

Well, he's got a clean record.

Which is why Stevens offered him misdemeanor assault.

Which could cost him his scholarship.

Well, it beats the hell out of jail.

What?

I wouldn't even know about this case

if he wasn't Nicky's friend.

So?

So, using the authority of this office

to aid friends and family is wrong.

I fixed plenty of tickets before the bosses

got their panties in a twist about it.

Well, that's wrong, too.

Yeah, but it happens all the time.

People in your life need help. You're gonna turn your back?

Help is one thing. A favor is another.

Forget that you know this kid.

Case falls out of the clear blue sky

onto your desk.

Bar fights are messy.

Witnesses are usually drunk.

The kid could be telling the truth.

He's still Nicky's friend.

But if he's innocent, he deserves justice

no matter who he knows.

As you were.

Have a seat, Officer Green.

Yes, sir.

I assume you know about ballistics?

Uh, bullet that killed the girl came from my gun.

Afraid so.

But they opened up on us, Commissioner.

We had to return fire.

I read the report. I see no reason to question your actions.

'Cause on the news, they're making it sound like

I meant to kill the girl. Or could care less.

Best tune out that noise for now.

You here to take my shield?

No.

I make it my business to check on all my cops

when they've been hurt in the line of duty.

But it's not like I was injured.

But how are you feeling?

Oh, um... yeah.

Uh...

You know, this can be its own kind of injury.

Yes.

Sometimes, tragedies happen on this job.

But that's not on you. You did your duty.

I got to believe that.

You know, my old man was career Army.

He said,

"Doing your duty isn't part of the job. It is the job."

That's exactly right.

But if you feel the need, the department has resources.

Just saying.

Thank you, sir. I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you, Officer Green.

Wow. Bring back memories?

I went to college to study, not to hang out in bars.

I never went to college.

Pretty much everything I know, I learned in joints like this.

That explains a lot, actually.

I'm sure it does.

Hey.

Oh, good. More cops.

Actually, we're with the district attorney's office.

Whatever.

What's your name?

J.J.

You here the night the kid was assaulted, J.J.?

I was.

- You see anything? - Negative.

Bar was packed.

I was up to my elbows in drunk collegians.

You guys got security cameras?

We don't support the surveillance state.

Thanks for your help.

I'm surprised no one's taken a bottle to his head.

Really.

Did you review the evidence?

Everything NYPD sent over.

What does that mean?

Well, detective that caught the case

did a follow-up interview with the girl who I.D.'d Billy.

His DD5 is still in their system.

Well, those notes are critical

in assessing the reliability of the I.D.

When are we gonna get those?

As soon as the detective gets back from Barbados.

End of next week.

End of next week?

If Billy rejects the plea offer,

his case will go to the grand jury in three days.

Well, the C.O. won't grant us access to the report

without a sign-off from One PP.

Ugh.

What the hell is this?

Notification of Command Discipline.

Yeah, I know what the hell it is.

You actually wrote me up?

- I had no choice. - The hell you didn't!

You disobeyed a direct order, Danny.

Come on, a perp puts a bullet in one hostage, it's only a matter of time

before he puts a bullet in another hostage.

- Statistics don't support that. - Statis...

You're gonna throw statistics in my face?!

- You went rogue! - I didn't go rogue! I saved lives!

What the hell is wrong with that?

I run my crime scenes by the book.

Oh, your crime scenes? How many crime scenes

have you run there, boss?

Enough to know that the rules are the rules.

Well, maybe one day you will have run enough to know that results are results.

You think I'm gonna take a hit for doing my job, you better think again.

Hey, I'm not done. As the ranking officer on the scene,

I did what I had to do.

And I'm gonna do what I have to do

as a first grade detective.

Put yourself

in my shoes, okay?

You're working a case outside the precinct.

A call comes in, 10-30, robbery in progress, shots fired.

So what do you do?

I hightail it to the scene.

That's right, you roll up

and there's a hostage inside with a bullet in him.

- Danny, I... - So, an opportunity

suddenly presents itself to take out the perp. Okay?

You know if you hesitate for one second,

that opportunity is lost.

So what do you do?

- I go in. - That's right.

You put your ass on the line, you save the day,

and what do you get in return?

A black mark on your record?

- Look, all I'm saying... - Oh, and then...

you go to the boss in charge, who in this case, yeah,

happens to be my kid brother, who's a pain in the ass.

You plead your case,

but he won't budge.

So what do you do then?

Come on, what do you do then?

I call the chief of D's.

Exactly. You call the chief of D's.

No. Why me?

Because when two cops disagree on a disciplinary matter,

that's your portfolio.

Not when they're both named Reagan, it's not.

- How do you figure? - 'Cause this thing

blowing up in the papers is our biggest concern,

and that's your portfolio.

- Get in here. - Close the door.

What's going on?

Has the boss seen the memo

from the chief of detectives yet?,

About Jamie and Danny? Not yet.

- Then we still got time. -For what?

To talk some sense into the Reagan boys and leave Frank out of it.

And who's gonna do that?

- You. - You.

Forget it. It's way above my pay grade.

Plus, I barely know them. It's got to be one of you guys.

And you boil it down,

it's a police personnel issue, not a PR one.

Exactly.

You know what? I'll tell you what--

let's draw straws.

Ms. Peterson, thank you for seeing me.

Uh, Kelly. Please.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

I reviewed the case file you sent over.

Mr. Coyle is accused of a pretty serious crime.

Well, he claims he's innocent, but I have not received

all the paperwork from the NYPD.

Which I understand is an ongoing issue.

We have asked for a searchable database for NYPD investigations

more times than I can count.

And gotten a no from One PP.

Exactly the same number of times.

In Billy's case, we do need the PC to authorize access

to the case file to retrieve a key set of notes.

And you're afraid if you approach Frank directly,

it will look like you're trying to undermine his position

on the databases? - Exactly.

Mm-hmm.

Are you?

This is one kid in trouble.

Who would then set a precedent.

I do think a shared database is a good idea.

Transparency would weed out weak cases

and wrongful prosecutions.

- So do judges and juries. - Right.

But by that time, many defendants

have already suffered harm: incarceration, lost wages,

attorney's fees. If Billy is indicted,

his future is already over

before he even sets foot in that courtroom.

As a rule, I only engage the commissioner

on professional matters as a last resort.

We have butted heads several times recently.

Because he treats you more like a daughter than a colleague?

No, that's not it.

We check the family crest at the office doors.

Then what's keeping you from his office door?

It's easier said than done sometimes.

So I came to you, because he likes and respects you.

Well, the feeling is mutual, but he's a bear

when he thinks he's right about something.

Which is pretty much...

always. - Always.

Doesn't your family have an attorney on retainer?

Why?

Well, don't you think that's kind of unusual,

for a family with the depth and breadth of influence like yours

not to have a-a fixer?

Well, I have my colleagues,

and my father has his legal department;

my brothers have their unions.

I guess you're right.

But you really think what?

Maybe your family, collectively and deep down,

knows that any attorney you would want to hire

wouldn't touch that position with a ten-foot pole.

Erin...

I'd like to help you,

but the NYPD has a right to protect its databases.

And the defendants have a right

to weigh the evidence against them.

I'm the corporation counsel.

I'm not a mediator.

I'm afraid you're on your own.

- Mom. - Hi.

Why didn't you use the intercom?

The door was open. Did I wake you?

Uh, no, not exactly.

Okay, well, I'm sorry I didn't call before I came over.

I just wanted to give you an update on Billy's case.

Great. Is it okay if we do that tomorrow?

Sure, I just thought you...

Hey, let me pay for the pizza.

Billy.

Hey, Ms. Reagan.

Uh, Mom, I-I can explain...

No, no, I, uh...

I think I get it.

Enjoy that pizza.

What's up?

I don't know. You tell me what's up.

Got a message from my C.O. that said you wanted to talk.

That's funny, 'cause I got the same message.

Well, I really got nothing to say.

Then what the hell are we doing here?

'Cause I got nothing to say to you, either.

All right.

That's why we're here.

What's the deal, boss?

Damn good question. Sit.

That's not a friendly request.

To the boys in blue.

Down the hatch.

Well... I feel better.

Look, boss...

No, you've done enough talking, both of you. Time to listen up.

I expect this crap from guys

who don't know what's what, all right?

Not from a couple of Reagans.

All due respect, boss...

No, zip it.

Today I got a call from the chief of patrol,

who's currently duking it out

with the chief of D's

over a certain hostage operation.

Certain successful hostage operation.

Whatever!

This thing's got to be settled right now.

The Command Discipline was legit.

The Command Discipline was crap.

- So then take it to the trial room. - I'll see you there.

All right, listen!

You take this

to the trial room,

it's gonna land on the PC's desk,

then in the papers, okay?

Reagan versus Reagan.

You really want to embarrass your old man like that?

Thank you.

Here.

Let's drink to the fallen,

shake hands and move the hell on, shall we?

I don't want to embarrass my father,

but the chain of command is sacred.

He taught me that.

Well, my old man taught me...

that saving lives is what the job's all about.

That's all that I did.

And you can be damn sure...

that I will never apologize for that.

What's your stake in the assault case you sent over?

Justice.

You're well outside your lane here.

I was asked to step in.

Why not just take it to my DC legal?

I did, but he won't blow his nose without your okay,

so here I am.

Look, I've read the case file

and some notes I had pulled up from my detective's computer.

It seems the eyewitness changed her story,

most likely due to six vodkas on her bar bill.

Ah. That'll do it.

I am asking the arresting detective

to forward those notes to the A.D.A.

And I am confident the case will be dropped.

Thank you.

You know, I was a little...

surprised...

that my daughter put you up to this.

And also surprised that you ran with it.

I'm taking the Fifth.

Nope.

Like I say, it was a just cause.

What about the first part?

I really should stay out of this.

It's too late for that.

I'm sure you and Erin have a deep reservoir of trust built up

over a lifetime.

I thought so, too.

Am I wrong?

Why doesn't your family retain a counsel?

We keep our own counsel.

Well...

a lawyer who represents himself has a fool

for a client. - No, not the same thing.

I get the sense...

that you and your family think

you can go to war at the office

without bringing those battles home.

We manage.

Besides, what's the alternative?

Robert Duvall in The Godfather?

I know that the turf war

between you and the D.A.

has gotten nasty.

I also know that

your daughter-- and she is no shrinking violet--

has lost her appetite for duking it out with her father.

With the PC.

That is a distinction without a difference.

And in this case,

it was a fight she had every right and duty to bring.

Can I come in?

Of course.

Thing is, I don't have an appointment.

I wouldn't want to take advantage of our relationship.

I guess I deserved that.

Billy said the charges were dropped.

Thank you.

They were dropped because he's innocent,

not because I put a finger on the scale.

I know you'd never do that.

Not even for you.

And I hope that you know

that I would never ask for your help

just because I like some guy.

Well, I'm happy to hear that.

I introduced you to Billy because he wanted help.

Among other things.

I'm sorry.

Okay. I shouldn't have gotten involved with Billy

while you were going out of your way to help him,

but the real issue here is you not being comfortable

with me having a sex life.

You're right, and I'm guessing

you don't really want to hear about my sex life.

Ugh. No.

I shouldn't have showed up unannounced.

It's okay. I really don't want this part of my life

to be some deep dark secret.

Well, some secrets are good to keep.

Yeah, but I need to be able to talk to you about this stuff.

So maybe we can operate

on a need-to-know, less-is-more basis?

Deal.

Deal.

Ten-minute warning on dinner.

Thanks.

Danny's gonna be here soon.

Uh-huh.

Maybe you guys should talk before we sit down to dinner.

She said, hopefully.

Jamie, you guys love and respect each other.

Don't you think it's time you make up?

It's not like he stole my baseball glove, Eddie.

He screwed up at a crime scene, my crime scene.

Yeah, he followed his gut.

That's what makes him a great cop.

You're taking his side?

Of course not.

He's your brother.

Exactly. I let him disobey a direct order

because we got the same last name?

What kind of credibility will I have with the next guy?

Running late?

Had a few things to take care of.

Wouldn't be that you're trying to avoid Jamie, would it?

So I guess you heard.

Bad news travels fast around here.

Well, it is what it is.

What are you gonna do about it?

I mean, got a hearing set in the trial room for tomorrow.

You're really gonna let it go that far?

I'm really gonna let it go that far?

I didn't do anything, okay?

I'm the victim here. I did my job,

and he came after me for nothing.

If this is gonna get settled,

someone has to make the first move.

So why do I have to be the one to make the first move?

Because you're older.

I'm older, and he outranks me.

Okay, look, I get what you're trying to do,

and I appreciate it, but don't do it.

Will you pass the meat?

Hello?

Here you go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Maybe you could teach your fiancé some manners.

Word "manners" is kind of like "rules."

It's not exactly your strong suit.

How is Officer Green holding up?

Media's doing a real job on him.

Why is it always the cop's fault?

Certain papers playing to their base.

Although sometimes, a cop goes too far,

and needs to be held accountable.

Not in his case.

The findings were quick and conclusive.

And when a guy

does nothing wrong and takes a bad guy off the street,

that should be reported, too.

- Two sides to every story. - I was glad

to hear that the grand jury didn't indict Officer Green.

- Yeah. - That's 'cause they get

that he was doing his job, though.

Some people don't get that.

- You going somewhere with this? - All right, guys,

this is not the time or the place.

Jamie, cool it.

Thank you.

You, too.

If Officer Green did the right thing...

No "if."

...it will come out.

It's the time spent waiting that's the killer.

Guy does his job,

he shouldn't pay a price for it.

Why don't you cut the crap, Danny?

You know, I wasn't even talking to you. You must have

a guilty conscience.

This argument doesn't belong

at this table.

Maybe it does. Why don't

you settle this, Grandpa? - I can't.

Can't or won't?

My sons are having a disagreement,

so they need to figure it out like grown men.

I tried.

This one doesn't want to listen to reason.

I'll start listening to reason when I start hearing some.

We don't turn on each other in this family. How's that for reason?

That rule doesn't apply to you out on the street?

Guys, that's enough.

You better stop hiding behind those stripes you're wearing.

- I'm not wearing 'em right now, Danny. - Great!

Let's go outside and settle this like we used to.

Step outside.

- That's it! - Dad.

You can't abide by the rules of this table, get out.

Got a heads-up from the shield desk.

Officer Green showed up unannounced.

And did he turn it in?

Coincidentally, they stepped away for a moment

just as he got there.

They made him wait.

Bring him up in my private elevator.

I figured you would say that. He's waiting outside.

Thanks, Sid.

Baker?

Please have a seat.

Thanks for coming up.

Honored, sir.

Look, I understand why you want to quit,

what you're going through.

A lot of guys would be looking for the exit.

This seems like the right time.

But... maybe

you ought to wait for the dust to settle

before you make this big a decision?

I've already thought it through. I loved being a cop,

but that time is over now.

We can pull you off the street for a while,

put you in an administrative post.

Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.

But in my mind, I'm already gone.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Haven't really thought about that.

I mean, you can't collect your pension and benefits yet.

I'm aware.

And how about... your wife and kids?

I can tell you, it...

It's kind of a big deal

when their cop is no longer their cop.

Oh, we live separately, so,

it's not really a part of their day-to-day anymore.

Okay.

And how about you?

Turning in the shield

under these circumstances...

things can kind of snowball.

Things?

Your sense of control, your sense of purpose.

For some guys,

it's kind of like they lost all their keys.

I'm pretty sure there's a life for me

after the NYPD, all due respect.

Oh, I'm certain there is.

I just meant that, uh, if you need to talk to someone,

we have great resources.

Yeah.

You offered that already, sir.

Yes. That's right, I did.

I just want out.

That's all.

And I appreciate everything that you've done for me,

including whoever called down to the fifth floor

to keep me from turning this in.

Thank you.

Okay. All right, I'll just stick with that.

Can you guys give me a second?

What are you doing here, Pop?

Could ask you two the same thing.

Come on, Gramps. You know this is between the two of us.

The hell it is.

You represent our family,

on the job and off.

And until today, you've never done anything to disgrace it.

Can't undo what happened.

Someone's got to solve it.

Fine. You made

the right call. - Yeah.

But you crossed the line doing it.

You toed the line, but you made the wrong call writing it up.

So where does that leave us?

You're brothers.

Act like it.

Haven't seen him that pissed off

since I used his dress blues to make a tent in the backyard.

Think he's right?

He usually is.

Look, I called an audible,

but I didn't mean any disrespect.

Sure felt like disrespect.

Well, that's my charming personality.

Any event, I apologize, for what it's worth.

Well, I told myself

that writing you up was strictly professional,

but I'm not sure if that's true.

How's that?

When we were young,

you used to always ride me about being the Boy Scout,

following all the rules.

It was pretty annoying.

Yeah, well...

it's... who I am.

What can I say?

Hmm.

On the job, too.

I know you always look down on that.

No. You got that backwards, kid.

I don't look down on it, at all.

I mean, I wish I could...

play it straight and be as good a cop as you are.

Come on. It's true.

I'm just not made that way.

Frankly, that's why I'm not gonna go as far on the job as you.

It is what it is.

First grade detective? Not too shabby.

Well...

Look, I probably don't say it enough,

but I'm... very proud of you.

Same.

I'm gonna withdraw my appeal.

I'll rescind the complaint.

No.

Honestly. Don't do that. I deserved it.

No.

The moment you took out that perp,

the HNT leader leaned into me and said,

"How about the stones on him?"

Well, the moment a rookie sergeant

hangs a complaint on a veteran detective,

I say, "Hey, look at the stones on him."

What?

Officer Green is holed up

in his apartment in the Bronx and threatening to kill himself.

And no talking him out?

Negotiators are trying.

- McKenzie on the scene? - That's who's with him.

But all he's getting back is that Green wants to talk to you.

And of course, we said no way.

Of course you did.

He was an Army brat who became a cop,

so his trust goes to his C.O.

or the guys in his particular foxhole.

I am one of both.

Get my detail.

I know that you're trying to help, but... you can't.

No one can. So please, just please...

leave me the hell alone.

I told you to leave me alone!

It's Frank Reagan, Douglas.

I am coming in.

May I?

Beautiful family.

Yeah.

We were.

Stop that.

You're living under different roofs right now,

but you're still a family.

How long you been apart?

Two months.

My wife said that I was married to the job.

Best cops usually are.

- Officer Green... - I'm not an officer

anymore. - You handed in

your shield, but your paperwork hasn't been processed yet,

so you still answer to me.

Understood?

Understood?

Yes, sir.

If they hadn't opened up on you and your partner,

she would be alive today.

Her death...

is on them, not you.

Copy?

We could've backed off.

That's not what we do.

Is it?

No, sir.

My partner and I were returning fire during a bank robbery

in East Harlem.

One of the bullets from my service revolver

hit a young woman in the beauty shop next door.

I watched her die on the scene.

I tried to shake it.

I mean, I didn't know her from Adam.

And then...

it occurred to me:

she was someone's daughter.

Turns out she was someone's sister...

wife, mother.

I tried real hard to block that out.

And...

then...

it occurred to me

she was someone's coworker, someone's loyal customer,

someone's fellow churchgoer, and on and on.

Every little last role she could've had in life.

Then I got some help.

You think you could use some help?

Trade you.

I'm proud of you.

You know, we're only supposed to feed them once a week.

Yeah, they're like a bunch of stray cats-- one square meal,

you can't get rid of them.

Well, the last one didn't go so well, so...

So certain parties asked for a do-over.

Release the Beast!

- What? - The Beast.

- Wow! - Oh, my goodness!

The Roast Beast from Anthony

and Sons.

Well, Jamie and I wanted to, uh,

offer this gesture, because, well...

- Mmm, french fries. - we know we screwed up.

That's an understatement.

We definitely

let things get out of hand. You think?

Well, we didn't mean any disrespect to you

or to anyone at this table, and, uh, we're sorry.

So just tell us how to make it right.

Well...

the Roast Beast is a pretty good start.

You know, one thing is kind of too bad, though.

- What's that? - You know,

it would have been quite a fight.

Yeah,

it would have been.

All 30 seconds of it.

I would've carried you for at least a minute so you didn't feel bad.

Nah, my money was on Uncle Danny.

He fights dirty.

Really? He's a little past his prime.

Wow, you're one to talk, Counselor.

Oh, I think I could take the both of you on.

Probably could, and at the same time, too.

- There you go. - That I'd like to see.

Now, this is more like it.

Hear, hear. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Grace.

Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

All right, which one has the most fries?

This one?

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