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♪ ♪

(sighs)

Should I order something in?

I'm okay.

We have to eat.

Does anybody wish that I never
found Joe in the first place?

Nobody's wishing that, Sean.

Push that thought
out of your head. I mean it.

Yeah, it never even
occurred to me.

Something did occur to me.

Though I probably
shouldn't say it.

Then probably don't.

What occurred to me...

...is that if two heads
are better than one,

we have, what, six here?

Yet some of us
didn't make the cut.

There was no cut.
That's not how it worked.

Four of us were left out.

You can't make
an equation out of this.

Sure I can.

The top cop
putting the job first,

plus a kid brother
with a penchant

for getting a little something
extra for himself.

You're out of line, Danny.

Whoa.

Minus...

three experienced cops
and a prosecutor,

equals one thing.

Hey, leave me out of it.

You were already
left out of this.

We sent Joe out there
without all the brains

and all the backup
at this family's disposal.

The equation I see here, that
someone goes off like that

in the heat of a
moment like this

flags himself as
a security risk.

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

And that's confirmed?

Thank you.

(sighs)

The body in the car wasn't Joe.

Still haven't heard
from him yet, though.

Well, at least there's reason
to think you might.

I'm gonna order some food.

Pizza okay with everybody?

Good, then. Pizza it is.

I can't take another funeral.

I can't bury another one of us.

Whatever it takes,
from each of you...

...bring him back alive.

DICKSON:
No, seriously,
after all I've done,

that's the bonus I get? Whacked?

Yeah.

Except you're sitting here and
you're still bitching about it,

which means you didn't
get whacked.

Yeah, but it was clearly part
of the plan.

After all I've done.

Richmond gets too hot
to move weight through,

who figures out
the work-around? Me.

You, yes.

But if recent history
teaches us anything,

it's that when people do the
things that they ask them to do,

it's not really
what they wanted, is it?

No.

So how you want
to get back at them, then, huh?

It's David versus Goliath!

You're just gonna
take this lying down? Huh?

Where are you going with this?

Kenny's got something big
in the oven. All right?

He wouldn't tell me what it was,

he wouldn't tell me
what was cooking

or where it was going down,

but Ty, it is
something big, man.

It's something big.

What you know about it?

Look, maybe we throw a little
monkey wrench in their plans.

Huh? We get some revenge.

Get a little something
for you and me.

Look around, man, it's just us!

Ty, I will even do all the work,
all right?

I'll do everything.
All you got to do

is give me the geography,
that's it.

Gas, lotto, beer, cigarettes,
in two miles.

Yes, of course,
but answer the question.

A smoke, a beer
and a couple scratch-offs

is the only answer I got, Joe.

It wasn't meant to shut you out.

Yeah, well,
that's what happened.

And it's not like
I even volunteered for it.

You didn't have to
volunteer for it.

You're the chosen one,
so you were chosen.

What does that mean?
What does that even mean?

What it means,
little brother,

is that I'm right
and you know it.

Look, I didn't
get the gene

that's part cop, part
parish priest like you did.

I got the gene that's
all cop, all the time.

Leave the politics
to you and Dad.

Is there a statute
of limitations

on self-pity here?

I don't know. Maybe.

Hold on.

What kind of cell
phone did Joe have?

That kind.

Okay.

Well, he is one of us.

You're undercover,
you need to reach out

but your phone is gone.
What do you do?

I get a text
every time

his undercover credit card
runs a charge.

He's at a gas station
in Kinderhook, New York,

or at least
his card is.

Okay, so we got him.

I'm gonna go run up
and take a look.

I'm in.

♪ ♪

WEBER: Just because
he's my guy...

He's our guy.

...doesn't mean I get
to take a look at his actions

through a filter.

Nobody's asking you to.

Fact is, he's AWOL.

His contact at ATF

hasn't heard from him
in over 24 hours.

And there isn't
any evidence,

except for an efficient
execution of Max Fagan

by Detective Hill
and Mr. Dickson.

You sound like a prosecutor.
You should leave now.

Not before you tell me
what's in his profile

that explains any of this.

(sighs) Okay, here goes.

He is a decorated
NYPD detective,

which makes him the finest
of the finest,

with deep experience in
the Firearms Investigation Unit,

which makes him uniquely
qualified for the operation

you requested him for.

I know all that.

And your profile?

You broke our agreement
when you worked him

in the confines of this city.

Undercover agents go with the
flow, wherever it takes them.

Not when it takes them
into broad daylight.

You didn't have his back.

Your man went there.
Your man made that choice.

Your rep is you stand by
your cops no matter what.

So stand by this one,
and his choices.

I do.

Then stop blaming me

and set your sights on him.

Well...

my grandson can be
a little gung ho.

Just keep it
on Detective Hill, please.

I am.

Detective Hill is your grandson?

Yes.

And he has contacted
the NYPD sergeant

who has been handling him.

You are a piece of work.

I've been told that before.

Detective Hill is on assignment
with ATF.

He gets handled in our house.

Copy?

Copy that I heard what you said.

(indistinct chatter)

Need a key for this?

MANAGER: Nope.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

DANNY:
Excuse me.

Detective Reagan, NYPD.

You're a little out
of your jurisdiction.

Yeah, well, we got a, uh, hit
on a stolen credit card.

Couple of bad actors we like
for a double homicide

down by us, so
we're wondering

if we can take a look
at your security tapes.

I'm alone here today,
I can't just leave the register

and, uh, play them for you.

Uh, what kind of security system
you got here?

Deja View, the old version.

You mind if I take a peek?

Uh, it's just past
the freezer case there.

Okay. Thanks.

Yeah.

(keys clicking)

DANNY:
Okay.

Deja View.

Okay, there's our boy.

I'm okay? That's it?

Yeah, he's testing our response,
I'm guessing.

No way we see this tape unless
we drive all the way up here.

So he wanted us
to drive all this way

just to give us a thumbs-up?

Point is, is that we did.
I mean,

he's still driving
his undercover G-ride,

so he knows we can track him,
with the credit card

and the license plate
readers, right?

Okay, but track him where?

That I don't know.

I don't know if he realizes

that the guys he's ratting on
are not the type of guys

to give up if they try
to whack you and miss.

I'm sure he knows that.

Well, I'm starting
to think he doesn't.

Thanks for your help.

What if I get a warrant
to search Fagan's apartment?

We could at least
harvest some sense

of where Joe is headed,
set up a perimeter

and then intercept him.

Yeah, we thought about that.

About a warrant?

No, about intercepting him.

But he may not want to be.

What, be brought in safe?

No, pulled off
of his assignment.

Is he out of his mind? These
guys don't fool around.

We went over that, too,
and you're right.

Well, then, all the more reason
to head him off.

DANNY: I hate to play
Erin Reagan on you,

Erin Reagan,
but do you have anything

connecting his girlfriend
to his criminal activities?

No, but, I...

Then you don't have
probable cause,

and she's got a reasonable
expectation of privacy.

So unless you have a judge
willing to look past that,

I don't know what to say.

He's got a point.

Look, I'm going with
what Pop said.

"Do whatever it takes."

(phone clatters)

(phone chimes)

Just texted into a hotel
in Worcester, Mass.

I think it's pronounced
"Wus-ter."

Let's go.

Yes!

Hey!

How much?

20 bucks!

(laughs)

You know that's
a losing game, right?

Until it's not.

How much do you figure
you won on those--

like, 20 bucks--
against how much you've spent?

A lot more than 20 bucks.

You can't put a price
on your dreams, Joe.

Crepes.

Crepes.

I'm going to the vending
machine-- you want anything?

Bourbon on the rocks, thank you.

Bourbon on the rocks.

(both grunt)

Hands where I can see 'em!
Hands where I can see 'em!

Do not move!

Okay, who are you?
What do you want?

Friend of Kenny's.

You know, I got a theory
how to sniff out a cop.

Guns on the floor, slow

and smooth.

You first.

Easy.

Slow.

Okay?

Easy.

Slow.

You know what they say
about cops?

They stick to the Glocks.

No love like a first love.

Am I right?

Show me what you got.

Glock?

Of course it's a Glock.

I'm in the business.
Guy sells Rolexes wear a Swatch?

Okay?

Show me your holster.

What is this? We're not cops!

Shut up!

Cops love real holsters, hmm?

They don't feel dressed
without one.

Let's see the holster.

This is the holster, okay?

Wire holster.

All right?

We're not cops.

Show me what you got.

A holster?

I got to admit.

My money was on Slim over here.

He's not a cop.

Oh, he's not a cop?

No.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

I swear to God.

I swear to God I'm not a cop.

He's not a cop.

No! I'm not a cop. Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

(shouts, moaning)

You forgot that cops

like to carry backup guns.

(screams, wailing)

Take the guns!

Grab a cloth--
we got to shut him up.

You're a cop?

Yes.

A detective, the one who just
saved your life.

Now do it!

Do it! Hey, shut up!

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

JAMIE:
Joe's car.

Yeah, think
good thoughts.

Hold up, sirs!

NYPD. Who-who's in the bus?

You're a little out
of your jurisdiction.

We got a guy who's
working undercover up here.

Not anymore.

He's in the--

No. Oh, no, no.

No, there was only
one victim in the room.

One Felix Evans.

We're waiting
on records.

Is he likely?

No.

Whoever shot him just
took out both his knees.

Good, well, make sure
when he can walk again,

you guys got cuffs on him.

We like him for a homicide
in New York.

So what's your undercover
doing up here?

He's on loan to the feds.

Anything pop at the scene

that you might share with us?

Like?

Like we said, our guy's
undercover, so he's got

to be creative keeping in touch.

Anything would
help. Nothing?

Come on, Cap, between us?

(indistinct chatter)

All right, there is one thing
we can't suss out.

This was found on the victim.

(muttering)

Mean anything to you?

No.

Don't-don't recognize it.

But I appreciate it.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Thanks.

The first part of that
is Joe's shield number.

Yeah.

Second part I don't
know what it is.

Why is this kid giving
us the runaround?

Well, maybe he's not.

What do you mean he's not?

No.

He's got us on
a wild goose chase.

Hear me out.

Say he's about
to take this crew down.

But he knows
that his own dad died...

embedded with bad guys,
on the job.

Mm-hmm.

And so he knows for sure

that we're gonna be trying
to pull him out of this.

And being that he's a Reagan...

what would we do,
if we were in his shoes?

We wouldn't want
to get pulled out.

Okay.

Yeah.

So what are you thinking?

Six numbers, an R and an I.

Uh-huh, Rhode Island,
Rhode Island license plate.

I'm guessing he took the vic's
keys and stole his ride.

He's still on the run.

Let's go.

Come on.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

You got to eat.

I did eat.

No, you didn't.

I had some pistachios, Mom.

That's snacking, not eating.

GARRETT:
Delmonico's got a shipment

of those tomahawk steaks you
like. I had 'em put some aside.

Look... I appreciate it,
both of you.

But I know myself well enough

to know if I have no appetite,

I'm incapable of conversations.

We'll do all the talking.

It's just...

one of those times.

Nothing to do but wait.

And I'm kind of
superstitious about it.

Of waiting?

Yes. How you do it.

There's more than one way
to wait?

Oh, yes.

See... here's the deal.

If you try to distract yourself

by say, going out to dinner
with friends

to take your mind off it,

the fates might take it
the wrong way.

The fates might
get all pissed off

and throw the worst
possible outcome at you

as punishment for not taking

the matter seriously enough.

See?

Yeah, I know,
it's kind of stupid.

But...

We going out to dinner?

No.

No.

Thought so.

Once again, boss,
your instincts were right.

Sit tight and wait
by the phone.

We've been notified

that someone in
law enforcement

ran Joe Hill's
undercover plates.

Someone who?

We're not sure yet.

Our guys are running it down
as we speak.

Well, Jamie and Danny have
been tracking his plates.

Maybe that's what flagged it.

Not unless they're

working out
of the federal buildings

of Providence, Rhode Island.

'Cause that's where
the plate was run.

GARRETT:
Federal, how?

GORMLEY:
FBI, DEA,

ICE-- they're all on
the same campus there.

And, yeah...

ATF.

If I ask for a warrant
and the judge declines,

then it's game over.

Go to Judge Schlossberg.

He's always putty
in your hands.

Yeah, but there's
no guarantee of that.

Plus, if we are turned down,
then there's no wiggle room.

We've already shown
all our cards.

Well, we do have
Fagan's address.

I am the head
of the Trial Bureau

of the Manhattan
District Attorney's office.

I can read a door.

Okay, well, I put people away

for doing what you're thinking.

Okay.

Listen, Matt O'Connell,

guy I went through
the academy with?

He made detective.

Got assigned to the gang unit.

Specializing in high-end
auto-theft crews.

He retired at 29.

Ask me what he did then.

Okay, I'll tell you.

He moved to Miami and opened

a very successful
stolen car ring.

Made a killing.

Is that fact or legend?

Fact.

Sometimes your best move is to
copy the other guy's playbook.

You want to help bring
your nephew back alive?

You're gonna do
what you got to do.

Skirt the law?

Or regret that you didn't.

For the rest of your life.

DICKSON:
After everything
I've done for you?

Looking out for you?
Bringing you in?

And I appreciate it.

That's it?

You appreciate it?

Ty?

You're a career felon, okay?

You know how these things go.

I'm pulling over.

Got to tap the hog.

What are you doing, Joe?

Let's talk business.

The way I see it,

you have two choices.

One, you can work with me.

Two, you can spend
the rest of your

life walking
like Kenny's friend.

Now you're starting
to sound like a cop.

I am a cop.

And I have questions

that I need answers to
right now.

Hey, hey, easy.

The Big Bang. What is it?

The what-what?

It's a phrase I heard
a couple times last month

from Kenny and his friends.

No idea.

(gunshot)

Hey!

What the hell, man?

You don't know?!

You're gonna have to do
better than that! Where?

What the hell?!

(gunshot)

Oh!

Okay!

It's a shipment coming in.

A shipment?

Heavy ordnance.

Battlefield-type stuff.

Only they're not
bringing it in to sell it.

Mm-hmm.

They're using it for themselves.

I don't know, maybe,
maybe that's it.

Okay. A shipment.

Okay. Headed where?

I swear I don't know.

(gunshot)

I swear I don't know, Joe!

(gunshots)

(grunting)

Headed where?!

Look, I owe you my life!

You don't think
that means something to me?

(gunshots)

Headed where?!

A lot of people

are gonna die, Ty. A lot!

Headed where?

Where?

DANNY:
Flash him.

Maybe he's taking a nap?

If this is another game
of musical cars, I...

You're gonna what?

The Camaro owner

left his car running

While he ran in for a coffee.

Uh-huh.

The pickup guys decided

to trade up, and took off
in the Camaro.

Really, that's all I got.

Surveillance video?

Please.
I'd appreciate it.

Go forward.

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

This is Kenny.

We found the truck.

What we got
on the car they swiped?

Providence gone offline?
Since when?

Okay, roll that back.

Roll it back,
right there.

Hold it right there.
Stop.

MANAGER:
Got everything you need?

No, but I'll grab the rest
on the way out.

No, text me the plates.

I don't got a pen.

Come on, guys,
let's go inside.

Gentlemen.

Gents.

Hey.

Company?

Yeah, Moonshine Crew.
Same trail as us.

Joe's next stop is
Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

How'd he tell you this time?

He held up a map
to a surveillance camera.

I ever tell you
I hate scavenger hunts?

Pull up to the pump over there.

We gotta stay ahead
of these good ol' boys.

Keep an eye on the door,
I'll meet you there.

(engine starts)

(horn honking)

(indistinct shouting)

Go! Go!

(tires screeching)

(engine clanks)

(engines knocking, dying)

He's getting away!

Yes, it's confirmed.

That's all you got?

Yes,

it's confirmed our office
in Providence was compromised.

That pass as an apology
where you come from?

We don't apologize
where I come from.

We either confirm or we deny.

Okay, can you confirm or deny
whether the compromise

involves more than one rat?

Not at this moment.

Do you have a moment in mind?

Look, I'm sorry, I...

Thought you don't apologize
where you come from.

We do, where I come from.

Before I got to Washington.

Okay.

Okay, I never-- I don't know
what to do with the silences.

Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

Us going at each other
isn't getting us anywhere.

Detective Hill is our problem

and our responsibility.

Please.

Okay, what we know.

He's not trying to hide from us,

but he's not coming in, either.

So what is he doing?

He is most likely
running towards something

and wants to get there
before we can.

Because...

Because he's the kind of
pain in the ass who always

has to do it his way.

And are you speaking as his CO
or as his grandfather?

Both.

Sir.

Yeah, Baker?

Detective Reagan

and Sergeant Reagan
are on the line.

You stay.

Our problem.

Thank you, Baker.

Detective Reagan and
Sergeant Reagan?

You got it.

Guys, I'm here
with the ATF special agent

in charge of New York.

DANNY: Great.

Want to ask him
what could be shaking

in Portsmouth, New Hampshire?

It's a her.

Sorry, her.

Special Agent Rachel Weber,

and I have some questions
for you first.

Ma'am, with all
due respect...

And if you cooperate,

I might see my way clear

to deputizing you both

since you are working
on an ATF operation

and you are out of
your jurisdiction.

Okay, well, since you
put it that way...

I'm going in, without a warrant.

Enough.

All you gotta do is follow her
and shoot me a text

when she's a block
from back home.

And then-- how far
back do I stay?

As far back as you can

and still keep an eye on her.

And then what?

Then I'll text you
from wherever I end up,

and then you'll come
and get me.

What if that's from
a holding cell?

It won't be.

Come on, you're doing great.

I haven't done
anything yet.

Yeah, but you're about to.

Look, all you gotta do is

drive around without hitting
anything or anybody.

Come on. You got this.

(sighs)

(engine starts)

This pizza holds up.
Where's it from?

Sofia. But it's not
just the pizza,

it's how you reheat it.

It is?

Most people make the mistake
of just putting it in the oven.

But you...

Aha.

A few drops of olive oil
in a really hot skillet.

Swirl it around

and then you
slide in the slices,

and you cover it for a minute.

And the crust comes like
just out of a brick oven.

You invent that?

Far as I know.

Well...

maybe Joe's a black sheep.

We haven't had one of those
in the family since... who?

You gotta go back to
Clara Siobhan Reagan,

back in the last century.

Remind me.

She quit the convent

after a week, and then
a couple of years later

she showed up as
the featured act

at a burlesque house
in the Bowery.

You're kidding.

Hey.

Hey!

Hi.

We just searched
Max Fagan's apartment.

Have a computer,
an old cell phone,

uh, blueprints to what
looks like, um, a courthouse.

Detailed maps
of the ingress

and egress of the
surrounding areas.

Well, that's great.

You got consent
to search the place?

Well, uh, not exactly.

Not exactly?

Francis.

Please tell me
you got a warrant.

I got a warrant.

Good. From who?

The ghost of my brother Joe.

You want to know a secret?

I don't know, do I?

Our brother knew
the Blue Templar was onto him.

He's a smart guy, I'm not
surprised he figured it out.

No, I don't mean generally.

I mean he was tipped off
that there was gonna be

a friendly fire incident
the morning of the raid.

He was warned
to call in sick.

He went ahead with it anyway.

We know the secret
as to why?

Because he thought
he could outsmart them,

catch them in the act.

Sound familiar?

Joe Hill's his father's son.

Mm-hmm.
I mean, we all are,

you think about it.

But maybe Joe Hill has
the same blind spot

as our brother had.

Thinks he can see the line
between fearless and reckless.

How about this time

you go in
and talk to the manager

about getting some
security footage?

Well, why don't we go
work him together?

Well, maybe we should just

change things up,
don't you think?

You just want
to drive the car.

Well, I would like
to drive the car,

but that's not why
I'm saying it, just...

It's like we're partners.
Come on.

MAN:
Hey!

Hey.

Long time no see in person.

Except for when you almost
got us both killed.

Sorry for all the hide and seek.

I imagine you're under orders
to bring me in? Right?

I'm good with that.

You are?

Good.

Let's get the hell
out of here.

All right, but I need
12 more hours, give or take.

Did somebody die
and make him boss?

I'm just asking for
the same break you would.

Or you.

Or my dad.

They're good burgers.

I'm in a black Camaro
with Connecticut plates.

If I lose you,
I'll wait up

at the next mile marker.

If you need gas, fill up now.

We're good on gas.

And we got your six.

Okay.

The schematic is of the federal
courthouse in Portsmouth,

and the map notes the security
checkpoints in the area.

What's playing
at the courthouse?

Here's the thing.

There's a sentencing hearing
this afternoon

for a guy facing 40 years

for drug trafficking charges.

But I can't connect him to
anyone in the Moonshine Crew.

If it were me,
I'd take a flyer on him.

We're running everything we got
on the laptop and the phone.

Again, if it were me.

I've got agents concentrated
in the area, more on the way,

and a request
for the National Guard

to have their presence there
is going through the channels.

Just tell them
to postpone the hearing.

That's going through
the channels, too.

How many channels can it take?

It's the federal government.
We got a lot of channels.

Too many channels,
if you ask me.

Yeah, well, I'm not asking you.

We can't run our operations like
some mom-and-pop family business

that gets to run--
do whatever the hell they want

with whoever the hell
they want to do it with.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, copy
that, sir.

Yes, I'll meet you out front.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

I apologize for my outburst.

I pride myself
on my professionalism...

Done. We're all stressed.

Please pass along
the gratitude of ATF

to whoever it is
under your command

that brought us the evidence.

Will do.

Our plane is flying
from Teterboro

to Portsmouth,
the director has asked you

if you'd like to join us.

Uh, I think I'm gonna stay
right here.

Uh, what about an extraction
of Detective Hill?

My intel is he's reached his
mission-critical destination,

with backup in place.

Meaning NYPD?

Yes. We're handling
this in-house.

In more ways than one.

I'll be rooting for them.

Good luck, Rachel.

(sighs)

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

Wendy, what are you doing?

Where's your cop friend?

I ditched him.

JOE:
I'm right here.

WENDY:
You're in way

over your head, weasel.

DANNY:
And here.

JAMIE:
And here.

Ty, take the gun.

You, get some rope;
you, come here, sit down.

One hand, right here.

(phone ringing)

Other hand.

It's Kenny.

Don't answer it.

DANNY:
What do you mean,
don't answer?

What's he gonna think
if she doesn't pick up?

Then they'll figure we're here.

Exactly. All right.

You haven't seen us,

or you will never walk again,
you understand?

Yeah, he'll do it.

Hey, Kenny.

KENNY:
Answer when I call you.

I was just taking a pee.
You mind?

We're five minutes out.

Any sign of Dickson and the cop?

There's four of them,
and they beat you here,

you dumbass!

(shouts)

Buckle up.

This would be it.

Let's go.

DANNY:
You got to be
kidding me.

What the hell was all this for,
World War III?

You got the answer,
now's the time.

To take a federal courthouse
and spring a guy.

When?

Today.

Two trucks,
12 o'clock, right there.

(indistinct shouting)

They're flanking us
on the right.

Keep an eye out.

Grab cover right here.

Go to the left.

Go around.

Get down.

I'm gonna spread out.
Cover me, yeah?

You ready?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Go!

Clear!

He made it.

Get some cover over there.

Yeah.

All right, give me some cover.
Go high.

Go!

(grunts)

You all right?

Yeah.

How many you count?

Give me some cover.

Go!

Draw them again.

JAMIE:
I got three.

One's reloading.

Good.

Let's take the other two. Ready?

Yeah.

Go!

One to go!

Six o'clock!

What?

Six o'clock! Right there!

Six o'clock!

Take him.

Cover!

Got him!

Behind the tractor!

Joe, behind you!

Joe!

JOE:
No!

Joe! Danny!

Joe! Joe!

Everybody, get out!

JAMIE:
Danny!

DANNY:
Check it out! I got you covered!

(engine starts)

(Joe grunting)

How bad are you hit, Joe?
How bad are you hit?

I look like a doctor to you?

Ty. How is he?

(helicopter whirring)

Ty, how are you doing?

(panting)

(sirens approaching)

Jamie?

Jamie, how is he?

Come on. Come on!

Come on, man.

(shouts)

(indistinct radio chatter)

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

which we are about
to receive from Thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Okay, before we start,
look under your plate.

Okay.

Ah...

Your uncles rescued it.

Wow. Thank you, guys.

Well, it wasn't easy.

(soft laughter)

You know this was
my dad's, right?

Saint Jude.

We were each given one
of those the day we made

our first Holy Communion.

FRANK:
But better

around your neck,
harder to lose that way.

All right.

HENRY: The food
came from that place

out in Glen Cove that you like.

No. No, you didn't have
to go through all that trouble.

Well, w-we don't know
your favorite food.

The only thing we had to go on

was the stuff that you gave us
that time, so...

Hmm. Yeah, that time that you
didn't show up for dinner.

Yeah.

SEAN:
Yeah.

When you bailed on us.

Stood us up.

JANKO:
You know,

Sean, he cried his eyes out.

I did not.

You should've
seen him.

Yes, you did.

Yeah.

Yeah, he did.

(laughter)

Well, I guess we all did
in our own way.

JOE:
Yeah.

Um, I'm-I'm really sorry
about that.

No apologies necessary.

No, no, I am. I really am.

With everything that was
going on, I was

way out of my wheelhouse
and, I don't know, I just...

Turtled.

(laughter)

Yeah. Yeah, I turtled.

Yeah.

But running from a gang of
thugs trying to kill you

has got you feeling
more sociable again.

(laughter)

So, that's-that's
your wheelhouse, huh?

Oh, I don't know
if I'd say that, I'd say that

being on the run for my life
is more my happy place.

Oh, shut up.

You shut up.

Not at the table, boys.

HENRY:
We're all wondering

if maybe you're
the new black sheep

of this family.

Black sheep? How?

The one that acts out,
takes risks

makes the rest of us worried.

The thing is, though,

that quality goes for everyone
at this table, on a given day.

We're really a whole family
of black sheep.

HENRY:
Except I'm
the distinguished

grey-silver sheep.

Oh...

DANNY:
Wow.

Wha...

Boo.

(soft laughter)

But Joe is something
special here.

He is truly his father's son.

And that's a good thing?

There is no better thing.

(indistinct chatter)

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