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♪ ♪

(mutters)

Denise, come out here.

Look, there's no sheets
on the bed.

Why is the bed
upside down?

(both cry out)

BAEZ:
My mother wanted me
to go to med school.

The reason I didn't...

Let me guess.

You hate the sight of blood.

Exactly.

Mm-hmm.

So this dummy decides
to become a cop instead.

Makes sense.

MANAGER:
You have to talk to me first.

Tell me everything
that you said to him.

Hey.

You okay out there?

Uh, yes, Detective.

And what about you?

You ladies okay?

Yes.

Yeah.

Did you call in 911?

It was me.

Perhaps being
a little overzealous.

I don't think they were
being overzealous.

It looks like Jack Woltz's bed
in there.

Who?

Jack Woltz.

Godfather made him
an offer he can't ref...

Forget it.

I'll need to speak
to you all later.

Okay?

I'm gonna need the name

of the guest who was
staying in this room.

Have you determined that a crime
occurred on the premises?

DANNY:
Well, I don't think
the guest had a paper cut.

MANAGER (chuckles):
Agreed, but it's...

not necessarily a crime, is it?

Well, there's nobody in there.
There's no towels.

There's no sheets.
There's a pool of blood.

Could be someone was murdered
and carried out.

Could be, maybe not.

Look, you can cooperate
and give me the name.

Or you could do this the hard
way and not give me the name.

I'm sorry,
hotel policy forbids me

from sharing the names
of guests.

(sighs)

Hey, Sarge.

Uh, boss wants to see you ASAP.

You're getting transferred.

♪ ♪

Eddie. No. Eddie!

We had a deal.

We did?

At the hospital.

You said,

"Is there anything
I can do for you?"

And I said, "You can let us stay
in the same precinct."

Yes.

So, then why are you
transferring him?

Just because you asked
for a wish

does not mean that I granted it.

I am not your fairy godmother.

No, you're not.
Where are you sending him?

JAMIE:
To the Intelligence Bureau.

JANKO:
I cannot

believe you are doing this.

I honestly don't know
what to say.

Just say thank you.

Eddie.

I'm staying right here.
She recommended

that I be the new
Field Intelligence Sergeant

for the 2-9.

You did?

Oh, my God. Um...

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Oh, hey, ho, no.

Don't even think about that.

No.

Absolutely not.

What? No. Nothing.
Of course not.

That's never happening.

Captain.

Just wanted to clarify.
Thank you.

Goodbye. Go.

(sighs)

GORMLEY:
And they let him walk
without bail.

That's it on my end, boss.

Nothing else, sir.

Garrett, hang back a minute.

Thank you.

(door closes)

Any knock on your door
about that thing?

Not yet,
but only a matter of time.

Anyone knock on yours?

All quiet on my front, too.

Well, I guess we'll answer
the door when the knock comes.

Yes, but we should know
what we're going to say

before we have to say it.

You want me
to draft a statement?

I already did.

Oh, great.

I'll take my usual pass,
then...

It's not necessary,
it's just one sentence.

But it might need
some amplification.

One simple declarative sentence.

Clear as a bell.

(takes deep breath)

That's it?

That's it.

And then yelled every reporter
at once...

I won't be taking questions.

Okay, are we at least
going to give

the parties concerned
a heads-up?

Would we normally give them
a heads-up?

No, but this isn't normal.

It has to be.

Wishing won't make it so.

No, but actions will.

That is all for now.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(door opens)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

Did he say why?

I'm afraid not.

But he's in his office now,
if you want to stop by.

Is that the plan,
that you deliver the blow

and then send me in there
for consoling?

He doesn't know
I delivered the news.

I'm definitely sticking my neck
out here.

Why?

Because I couldn't not.

Well, normally,
of course I would stop by

to hash things out,

but "Commissioner Raegan will
not be making

an endorsement in the race for
Manhattan District Attorney."

There's nothing to hash.

(drops file)

♪ ♪

Perfect, thank you.

Got the subpoena.

When will people learn?

You make our life difficult,

we're only gonna make yours
even more difficult.

Well, that manager was
probably just doing his job.

I mean, he would lose his job
if he coughed up

whoever's hotel room
that was.

Okay, but now he's gotta
choke on a subpoena,

which means we're gonna get
the name of the guest anyway.

And on top of that,
now we get access

to the surveillance camera
footage.

Uh...

Who's that?

That's Dr. Nigh Nigh.

Doctor what?

His real name is Dr. Knight
with a "K,"

but everyone just calls him
Dr. Nigh Nigh.

Who's "everyone"?

Instagram, talk shows, Page Six.

DANNY:
He's famous? What did he do,

write a children's book
or something?

It's Dr. Nigh Nigh
'cause he's a sleep doctor.

Oh.

What the hell is a sleep doctor?

Do you know the single most
important thing you can do

for your health is
get a good night's sleep?

No. You told me a month ago
it was no carbs, eat bacon.

No.

It is scientifically proven.

Uh-huh.

Sleep is more important
than diet and exercise.

It's the first pillar.

The first pillar.

That sounds like
you're in a cult.

He has over a million followers.

DANNY:
That's a very big cult.

Tell me, how many
of those followers

does he tell they'll get
a good night's sleep

by sleeping with him?

He's a really good guy,

and he's happily married.

So then what

the hell's he doing with dirtbag
defense attorney Perlmutter?

PERLMUTTER:
Detective Reagan.

Pleasure to see you.

You, too, Counselor.

And this is my partner
Detective Baez.

Well, let me
introduce you to...

I'm a huge fan.

Your book changed my life.

Ah, that's really amazing.
Thank you.

Change Your Sleep,
Change Your Life.

Exactly.

So, to what do we owe

the displeasure, Counselor?

I just want to say
right off the bat

that nothing's wrong.

No crime has been committed.

We are here making

a good-faith gesture.

Okay, so what crime did your
client not commit, then?

I know that you are looking
for the individual

who stayed at the Greenwich
last night.

We would like to come forward
on that matter.

That was him?

Yes, it was me.

Mm-hmm.

Change your sleep,
change your life.

First off, I would like to

sincerely thank you
for your time and...

discretion with this matter.

Discretion?

(exhales sharply)

What I'm about to tell you--

I'm a married man, you see.

Mm-hmm. Very happily,
from what I've been told.

Yes. Very much so.

So that was your wife
you were with

at the hotel, then?

(clears throat)
No.

My wife is out of town
this week.

I see.

Who were you with?

A friend.

This friend have a name?

I don't know.

So a close friend.

Detective, can we please
do without the commentary?

My client is here
of his own accord.

Okay, so we're looking for
a get-out-of-jail-free card

and discretion.

Ooh.

Get out of jail?

I-I didn't commit
any crime.

Detective, please.

Okay.

Then let's cut
to the chase.

Where'd all the blood
come from in the hotel room?

(sighs sharply)

I was slashed by a knife.

Looks like a bandage to me.
I don't see any slash.

(scoffs)

Okay.

What hospital did you go to?

(sighs)
I stitched the wound myself.

Right. Because discretion.

So your friend
with no name cut you?

No, no, it wasn't her.

Someone came to the door,

and they were banging on it
pretty good.

And when I opened it,
a man came rushing in

screaming and yelling.

Who?

I don't know.

I-I guess her pimp.

It all happened
in an instant.

The next thing I know
I'm slashed and I'm bleeding.

And the girl?

I don't know.

I guess she left with him.

Okay. Do you have
a description of this guy?

He called me soon after.
I put him at about six feet.

I was hoping he might answer,
Counselor.

I think he was about six feet,
uh, 200 pounds.

Wearing a baseball hat.

Look, I never saw his face.

I don't suppose you have
a "contact number"

for your friend?

They met at a hotel bar.

I'm sorry, I don't.

Didn't think so.

(elevator bell dings)

Sergeant Reagan.
Welcome.

I'm your Intelligence liaison,
Lieutenant Flemming.

Pleasure to meet you, boss.

(chimes)

What is this place?

The Black Room.

This is where any and all
top secret

or confidential conversations
will take place.

Meaning pretty much every
conversation you and I have.

Please take a seat.

Your wheels are turning.
That's good.

Less good, you're
showing your cards.

I'm sorry, what?

You're an Intelligence
officer now;

your face is your mask.

Okay. Uh, right.

So this room is
surveillance-proof?

That surprises you.

We're at One PP,
surrounded by other cops.

Cops, not Intelligence officers.

Unless otherwise approved,

we don't discuss cases or
share any information

with other cops.

Is that gonna be a problem?

Well, it's just I am
who I am.

Look, I understand your father's
the commissioner,

but even he doesn't have
the authority

to tell us what we do
in this...

That's not what I meant.
Trust me,

my father would stop me cold
on the first syllable.

So what's the issue?

Well, I'm married to a cop.

Officer Edit Janko.

So can I talk about
my work with her?

No exceptions.

Your security clearance,
new ID card.

That'll give you access
to this floor.

Sign for security clearance.

(pen scribbling)

We'll be communicating
through secure message,

but from time to time
I ask you to come up here

and brief me in person.

Okay. How often do we meet?

As often as I like.

There something on your mind?
Please share.

It's just my whole career,
my entire experience

has been centered around
cops helping cops.

The time to walk away is now.

No, that's-that's not it.

I'm not, I'm not looking
to walk away, boss.

Sergeant Reagan...

you're taking your
first baby steps

into the clandestine world.

In that world,
not everyone is

who they appear to be.

Sometimes the guy behind
the counter at a bodega

is just a guy
behind the counter.

But sometimes
he's much more than that.

So if I learn that type
of information,

doesn't it make sense
for me to share it

with the other cops
in my precinct?

Aren't we all working together?

What if it's your C.O. instead?

My C.O.?

She's not... but maybe she is.

My point is, knowing
someone is compromised

and using that knowledge
for our benefit

is often better than
making the collar.

Save that for the beat cops.

We operate at
an elevated level.

My wife's not compromised.

I'm sure that's so.

But it's not a risk
we're willing to take for you.

(door opens)

Sir, your father is here.

Abigail.

You've got some nerve, Francis.

Thank you, Baker.

I could have been
in a meeting, Pop.

The hell with your meeting.

Well, shot in the dark,
this is about Erin.

Who came to me in confidence,
and I swore to her

I wouldn't say a word to you.

So right off the bat,

you break my word,
I break your nose.

And I'm the only one left
who would do it.

Loud and clear.

So what is this horse crap?

(sighs)
It's the right call, Pop.

Hanging your only daughter
out to dry is the right call?

You've been up on this
high floor too long.

Look, I understand
why you're upset.

It's not me you should be
worried about.

And I'm sure Erin is
upset, too,

but she'll get over it.

And maybe in time she will
even come to understand it.

You didn't even have
the decency

to tell her yourself.

I can't do that.

Why the hell not?!

Because if I wouldn't do it
for somebody else,

I can't do it for her.

Oh, Mary and Joseph.

I would have thought
after sitting in that chair

for all these years,

you would have lightened up
a hair.

We do the job differently.

You can say that again.

My hand to God,

there is no way in hell

I would have cut bait on you
like you're doing to Erin.

I am not cutting bait on her.

Dress it up all you like
in ethics or good governance,

but damn it, it's exactly
what you're doing.

We agree to disagree.

(both sigh)

You hurt her, Francis.

I know.

You gonna make it right?

It is right.

DANNY:
Look at her.

Nothing like the type
that would be hanging out

with that street thug pimp
that your star crush described.

He's not my star crush.

Okay.

I got an idea.

Where you going?

I'm gonna see an old friend.
You wanna come with?

ARIANNA:
It's funny, isn't it?

Everything is for sale
these days,

and anything can be delivered
right to your doorstep.

You could courier a bag
of weed right now, but still

we demonize and criminalize
God's greatest gift: lovemaking.

I'm not sure
you can still call it love

if you have to swipe
a credit card for it.

For some that's half the fun.

Look, we just

need to know if this is one
of your girls or not.

(sighs)

She looks familiar.

Okay.

Do you got a name?

Not for you.

What's her name?

Oregano.

DANNY:
Okay, look,

you don't want us to
have to call Vice, do you?

She looks familiar.

That's the best I can do.

Okay.

JANKO:
Hey, I've been thinking.

Uh-oh.

Why uh-oh?

Well, bad things happen
every time you say

you've been thinking
instead of just

saying what you're thinking.

Well, that's not true.

Well, forget it.

Clearly I don't have
your support.

Come on, I was just
playing with you. Tell me.

I'm worried about
your new job.

I know. Me, too.

I think I should
talk to McNichols.

Absolutely not.

What's the big deal?

I'll just explain
the situation

and see if she might be
willing to change her mind.

Are you under the impression
that you and your C.O.

have a good rapport?

Well, when you ask it
like that,

maybe not.

Definitely not.

(sighs)
Well, where does that leave us?

I mean, you're just gonna
take this job

that renders you a mute
in our relationship,

and we just have to
hope it doesn't

drive a wedge between us.

I haven't figured it out yet.

Okay?

Yeah.

You really can't be here
right now.

My children will be home
any minute.

Well, then, just give us your
friend's contact information

and we'll be on our way.

(door closes)

DAUGHTER: Dad?

Hey, hon.

Everything okay?

It's nothing. It's just
an insurance claim.

I really need you to go now.

We got this off the surveillance
camera at the hotel.

We're the only ones
who've seen it so far.

You threatening my client?

We gotta ID this woman
if we're gonna solve the case.

We came forward
voluntarily.

You came forward because
you wanted discretion.

You knew we were gonna
get a subpoena, which means

you knew we'd get access
to the surveillance videos,

and it would show him.

Basically you wanted
to keep your client's name

out of the papers.

That's not true.

DANNY: Of course it's true.

You know if he ends up
on Page Six it's good night

to the doc's sleep empire.

Maybe her pimp...

There's no pimp.

This isn't some gal you met
on 42nd Street back in the '80s.

She's a $2,000-a-night call girl

who you ordered
from Arianna.

PERLMUTTER:
What do you want?

The truth.

It's the only way we're gonna
keep him out of the papers.

Can I have the night
to talk to my client?

Sure.

Sleep on it.

Garrett wants to pop in.

Is there any possible way

we could put that off
till tomorrow?

He said not urgent
but important.

I have no idea
what that means.

Let's have him.

Remember the 1988
presidential debate?

Okay, now I'm confused.

Is this urgent or important?

Dukakis's fate was sealed
on the first question.

His entire campaign over
before it started.

Yeah, he blew the question.
He was asked

would he support
capital punishment

if his wife was raped
or murdered.

Exactly.

He said no,
and then he proceeded

to give a long, cold
and dispassionate rationale

on why he was always against
the death penalty.

Yes, exactly.
But this is not that.

He never even mentioned
his wife.

It was as if he was
talking about

anyone else in the world.

Garrett,

it is very kind of you to worry
that I might be perceived

as unfeeling.

It is unfeeling.

She's your daughter.

I know your family is
the third rail around here,

and has been since
the day we met, but...

No buts.

Yes, there is a but.

Because what you're
setting out to do is

a public relations nightmare,
and I can't just stand...

The way you just couldn't
not tell Erin?

And there it is.

And yes.
Exactly like that.

It's like the signs
at the airport.

If you see something,
say something.

(laughs)

I'm afraid you have
no choice here, Garrett.

You're wrong.

I do.

I get to speak my mind,

and I'm telling you
not to do this.

You will be crucified.

By treating my daughter
no different

than I would
any other candidate?

She is different than
any other candidate.

She's your daughter.

And every media outlet
and citizen of this city

is gonna see it that way.

Then so be it,
'cause I'm not gonna

start pandering now.

This isn't pandering.

It's basic human nature.

A father loves and supports
his daughter

to the Nth degree,
hell or high water.

I do, Garrett.

Then come out and say it.

I am. In my own way.

Thank you for caring.

(door closes)

Did you know,
according to Dr. Nigh Nigh,

the day after
Daylight Savings Time,

the country as a whole sees
an increase in heart attacks

by 14%, but the day after
we set the clocks back,

and we get an extra
hour's sleep,

heart attacks decrease by 20%.

Told you.

Sleep is the first pillar
of health.

Who knew?

So now you like him?

Not even a little bit.

One o'clock.

What's one o'clock?

One o'clock.
My one o'clock.

Oh, uh, Arianna, to what
do we owe the pleasure?

Don't act so surprised.

It's not like I had a choice.

I don't give you
what you want,

you shut me down.

Oh,

the young lady who
spent the night night

with, uh, Dr. Nigh Nigh?

MILAN:
Nothing happened.

Nothing?

I mean, that happened,
but nothing else.

So absolutely nothing
at all happened

out of the ordinary that night?

No. We had a few drinks,
we spent some time together,

I went on my merry way.

No pimp crashing
through the door

brandishing a knife?

Pimp?

Yes.

No. Look, what I do
for a living is

out of the ordinary,
but no, nothing like that.

You know, Dr. Knight had
a pretty severe slash

across his chest.

So severe that he had to
give himself stitches.

I don't know anything
about that.

Must have happened
after I left.

So you never saw anyone
slash him or attack him

or assault him, nothing?

Like I said,

we did our thing,
I went about my business.

Okay.

HENRY:
The journey has just begun.

This move to Intelligence
is just another rung

in the ladder.

That's what I need to
talk to you about, Pop.

I'm just--

I'm not sure about this move.

I'm not sure
it's a good fit.

It's a great fit.

It's not.

What's the problem?

Oh, you can't talk about it.

You don't like wearing
a muzzle.

I love my job, but I love
my marriage, too.

(chuckles)

The modern-day marriage,

with all its delicate
intricacies.

In this new job,

I can't talk to her
about anything.

I can't even talk to you about

what I can't talk to her about.

I've carried my share
of secrets, believe me.

And how'd you manage it at home?

I roamed the earth
with the dinosaurs, Jamie.

Your grandmother would no more
have asked me about

my day on the beat
than I would ask her about

how to darn a sock.

(chuckles)
The good old days.

Neither is right,
they're just... different.

Mm-hmm.

A man has to live
in his own time.

And I don't want to
keep things from her,

but I'm gonna have to
if I want to keep this job.

Do you like the job?

I think it could be
really interesting.

You will never forgive yourself

unless you heed
your true calling.

You're saying I should stay.

I'm saying you need to
nail down

what your calling is.

♪ ♪

I shouldn't be here.

Garrett, I'm fine, I swear.

You don't need to say a word.

I know that about you,
believe me.

Okay then.

I'll see you around.

What he did was wrong,

and I told hm so.

Garrett...

But it didn't move him
an inch.

You should go.

And...

you were never here.

DANNY: You kept me waiting
all morning, Perlmutter.

You're lucky I didn't cut bait
on you already.

Sorry. Pressing business.

Uh-huh.

More pressing than
keeping your client's name

out of the papers?

My client gave you an honest
and accurate account

of the events in question.

Any additions or subtractions
would be untruthful.

Well, it's interesting because
we had an escort come in here

and give us the complete
opposite story.

To each their own.

It doesn't concern you?

He said, she said.

Would you like to know
what she said?

Not particularly.

Not even if it
incriminates your client?

If that were the case,
Detective, my client

would already be
in handcuffs.

Instead, he's having lunch
at the Carlyle.

Well, you know my next move.

About that...

Formal notice.

If that photo you showed us

appears in the media,

we will be holding you

and the NYPD accountable

to the tune of $10 million.

(chuckles)
You're gonna sue me?

Only if you do
something stupid.

And a copy of that was sent to

the police commissioner's
office as well.

You think that scares me?

I think that stops you.

(Danny sighs)

What was that?

I thought we had this one
all wrapped up.

So did I.

What just happened?

Dr. Nigh Nigh's lawyer
just put me in a sleeper hold.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Hey. Sorry to keep you waiting.

No, no, that's fine.

(door closes)

Sit down.

Okay.
(clicks tongue)

Something wrong?

No.

Yes, but...

(sighs)
You really are not
the easiest person

to have a conversation with,
are you?

No, I'm not.

But you did ask to see me.

Didn't you? Okay.

Now you're having
second thoughts?

(sighs)
Okay.

Is this about you
and Sergeant Reagan again?

What?

My perfect solution
to your problem turned out

not to be so perfect?

No.

Not by a long shot.

So, you wanted to talk to me
about it, but while you were

sitting here waiting for me,
all the different versions of

how badly this could go started
to run through your head?

Whoa. You're good at this.

Not really.

I just trust my instincts,
and I get out of my own way.

Well, that's good advice.
(laughs)

Wait. That's what
you are telling me to do,

isn't it?

Ah.

Got it.

Great. Thank you.

Hey, Janko?

You and Sergeant Reagan--
I know that the version

of you two around here
may no longer be on the menu,

but there are other choices

that might end up being
just as good, maybe better.

Hey. You got a minute?

How you holding up?

Well, Garrett Moore came by
to see me.

Oh, yeah? He come
bearing gifts?

Well, he came to tell me
that he's got my back, but

that and a subway token...

You know,

your old man ain't budging
for nobody.

Yeah.

Not even his only daughter.

What I'm supposed

to say here is, "Don't go
feeling sorry for yourself."

But you're not going to?

No.

I'm afraid you're gonna put my
you-know-whats in a vice grip.

I don't know why I'm surprised.

I mean, it's completely
consistent with who he is.

But

a part of you thought it would
be different with you. I get it.

Yeah, and-and I know

he would do the same thing
with my brothers.

No argument here.

I just...

just for once wish

he could stop being the
commissioner and just be my dad.

You know,

you're like Charlie Brown,
thinking

that one day Lucy's actually
gonna let him kick the football.

Great. So I should look forward
to a lifetime of face-plants?

Look, your old man

is not a tough nut
to crack at all.

It's just
that all of you see him

through rose-colored glasses.

What's that supposed to mean?

Does the guy

do it by the book
every single time?

Absolutely.

But does the guy
always have an angle?

Again, absolutely.

(keyboard keys clicking)

So, what's the angle?

The hell you lookin' at me for?
He's your father.

DANNY:
It's okay.

I'm not here
on official business.

As a client?

I always suspected
this day would come.

Not as a client, either.

Oh, that's too bad, 'cause I was
going to take you on myself.

I'm actually here
just to say thank you.

Come on in.

(jazz playing)

(chuckles) Drink?

No, thanks.

So I guess my bringing Milan in
really helped your case, huh?

Actually, it didn't, but
it's the thought that counts.

Oh, well, I am

very thoughtful.
People always say that about me.

It's true.

You didn't have
to bring her in, but you did.

Well, you know me,

Super Citizen.

I promise
it had absolutely nothing to do

with you threatening
to call Vice on me if I didn't.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
Empty threat.

Now he tells me.

Brought you a little gift.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Just a token
of my appreciation.

(laughs)

What is it?

Take a look.

(laughs)

That is a copy
of a wire transfer

into your account
today for $20,000.

Oh, that's
from an investment property.

No. That's from Dr. Knight,
through his attorney Perlmutter

by way of an overseas
shell corporation.

No.

Yes.

Milan received the same payment.

I think you should go,
Detective.

And I think Dr. Knight is paying
you and Milan for your silence.

You both know
who went in that room,

and you both know
who cut him.

And we all know
it wasn't some pimp.

So why don't we knock off the
games and tell me who it was?

AUDREY:
I just snapped.

That's the only way
I can describe it.

I mean, he's my father,
and Milan-- she was my friend.

Who does that?

I think anyone in your position
would have snapped.

How long have you been friends
with Milan?

We go to NYU together.

We're in the same circle.

Did you know she was an escort?

I'd heard rumors.

And what about your father?

Look,

he's a great dad,
he really is, but he has this--

I don't know--
unquenchable ego?

So you knew

he wasn't faithful
to your mother?

Unfaithful is one thing.

Banging one of my friends

on the regular is something
quite different.

How did you hear
about your dad and Milan?

Are you kidding?

People were lining up,
dying to tell me

how my awesome famous dad
is really anything but.

Can you tell us what happened
at the hotel that night?

I followed him.

Watched them
have drinks.

Watched them go
into his room.

Waited outside
till she was gone.

Then knocked on the door.

And you cut your father?

Like I said,

I couldn't
really think straight.

I was...

yelling at him,

probably not making
a lot of sense.

And I don't know.

I saw the knife
on the room service tray.

KNIGHT:
Hey, stop. Stop it.

I can explain everything.

No. Do not say
another word.

You sure? I'd love
to hear him explain.

Positive.

You know,

the tremendous irony
here is that what you did

is wrong on so many levels,
yet it's not a felony.

And, conversely,
what your daughter did

was right on so many levels,

but... it is a felony.

And she's going to jail.

Wh-What? Wait,
hold on a second.

She did try to kill you.

Now, granted, I would've
done the same thing myself

if you'd cheated
on my mom.

But it is felony assault.

Probably looking at five years.

You can't be serious.

I'm dead serious.

What the hell is wrong with you?

With me?

Yeah, what kind
of person are you?

(laughs)
That's rich,

coming from the person
who cheats on his wife

with his daughter's friend.

Speaking of...

Audrey!

No.

Audrey!

Do not say
another word!

Not a word!

Bet you'll sleep like a baby
tonight, huh, Doc?

Yes, it's a different precinct.

But the 2-0 is
the next one over.

So it's like
I'm barely moving at all.

Wait, you talked to McNichols?

We have a better rapport.

Good to know.

The point is,

she's on board.
Just have to give her the word.

What about the fact that it
seems like you really love

this new job
with Intelligence?

I do.

You're willing to
give it up for me?

For us.

I have to admit...

it is a good compromise.

Right?

But... I've been thinking,
too, and, you know,

your work stories...

...they're not that interesting.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Truth is, you're not
really a great storyteller.

I see.

I'm serious.

Then I guess
you don't want to know

about the baby
I delivered last night.

You delivered a
baby last night?

Triplets. On the Triboro,

actually.

But you're not interested.

You're right. I'm not.

At all.

Great.

Because I'm not allowed
to talk about it.

Top secret stuff, remember?

I do.

And I'm fine with it.

Eddie, you're
never gonna be fine

with me not telling you
anything about work.

No. Not only am
I fine with it,

I'm really looking forward
to the new version of us.

New version?

You know that thing
that happens to a couple

when they have a
baby and they're--

wake up years later, they're
so focused on being a parent

that all they talk
about is the kids?

Are you saying
you want to have a baby

so that we have something else
to talk about?

What? No.

I'm saying work
is our baby.

It's all we
ever talk about.

And not being allowed
to talk about it

might actually
be a blessing.

And you're not gonna ask me
a million questions every day?

Oh, no, no. I'm gonna ask you
a million questions every day.

(chuckles)
Just not about work.

Then about what?

I don't know.

Maybe your feelings?

Oh, you want me to tell you
how I'm feeling right now?

Welcome to Jamie
and Eddie 2.0!

(exhales)

(soft chatter)

Something's up.

Erin is waiting for you.

Oh.

(inhales deeply)

Temperature?

Unreadable.

(exhales)

Hey there.

So you're not gonna
bite off my face?

Not at all.

And to what...

do I owe the surprise?

I wanted to thank you.

For?

Took me...

a moment to sort this one out.

I was upset.

I don't mind telling you...

my feelings were hurt.

I'm sorry about that.

But then I figured you out.

I will be announcing
in a few weeks.

I won't come straight out
of the gate with it, but...

you should expect soon--
and publicly--

that I will offer my...

constructive criticism
of the NYPD

and of you as commissioner
on a number of issues.

But then you already knew that.

Which is why
you're not endorsing me.

So I am free to take you
and the department on.

And why in the world
would I want that?

Because I don't have
a snowball's chance in hell

of winning if I don't.

Oh.

And you knew I wouldn't do it
unless you took the first shot.

(sighs)

I think you're ready, kid.

(shuddering exhale)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

ERIN:
Just another one

of dear old Dad's
teaching moments.

DANNY:
Well,

you got off easy,
if you ask me.

Not endorsing me
is getting off easy?

Because if you win,
which you will,

then you get all the credit.

Nobody else does.

See?

I'll drink to that.

And, besides,
no teachable moment

from Dad is worse
than when he sent me to school

with maple syrup
in my hair.

You can't possibly
be comparing the two.

Of course I can.

JANKO:
Wait, wait, I'm sorry,

maple syrup in your hair?

Yes!

JAMIE:
Danny was goofing around

one morning at breakfast,
decided to use

his pancake syrup as hair gel.

Yes, as a joke.

(chuckling)

JAMIE:
Dad told him
a hundred times

"Knock it off."

Which, of course,

Danny didn't
listen to him,

so he sent him
to school like that.

DANNY:
Yeah.

With a nine-foot alfalfa spike

on the back of my head.

(laughter)

You never played
with your pancake syrup again.

No, I didn't.

And my friends never let me hear
the end of it again either.

Don't do the crime
if you can't do the time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

There you go.

I'm sorry. It-It's bad,

but it doesn't
even come close to comparing.

It's worse.

Well, I got
both you guys beat.

Let's hear it.

Yeah, bring it on.

Fifth grade.

Anthony Spoda sucker punches me
in the schoolyard.

Oh.
(laughs)

Oh.

(chuckles)

ERIN: I remember that.

You came home looking
like a bruised fruit.

DANNY: Mm-hmm.

JAMIE:
Exactly.

So, I go to Dad,
show him my shiner

and what does he do?

JANKO:
You put ice on it?

ERIN:
Uh, no.

(Henry laughs)

He sent him out of the house
to go face that kid.

JANKO: No!

DANNY:
Except I had to walk

Jamie back to the kid's house to
make sure he didn't chicken out.

What did you do?

HENRY:
He knocks

on the lousy kid's door
and says,

"You want to fight?

"Okay, let's fight.
But this time,

let's make it fair."

(laughter)

I'm not sure my voice
was booming quite like that.

It wasn't.

But...

that was the gist.

What happened?

Jamie sticks two jabs
and a right cross.

Which he learned from me.

Knocks him out
immediately.

Wait, how do you know
the story?

I get to hear it every time
the big guy drags me out

to the garage to
hit the heavy bag.

(chuckling)

And for the record,

your dad learned
that move from me.

Huh.

Yes, I did. A good
teachable moment. Thank you.

And where, pray tell, did you
learn that move, Francis?

I'm pretty sure I picked it
up in the Marines, Pop.

(laughter)

(chuckles):
Ho, ho, ho.

You are so full of malarkey

and you know it.

(laughter)

DANNY: (laughs)
"Malarkey."

(chuckling)

To victory.

To victory!

To victory.

Victory.

Hear, hear.

Victory.

Victory.

(chuckles)

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