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(sighs heavily)

(sighs)

I just thought you might care I have homework, thats all.

I have all the confidence in the world

that you will finish it between now and then.

Right.

Help yourself, by all means.

NICKY: Hi, Pop.

Hi.

HENRY: Oh, um... two orchestra seats

to the Mets

Don Giovanni,

as promised.

Thank you.

I hope it wasnt too much trouble.

No, not at all.

Stage managers an old friend of mine.

Sure you wouldnt want to scalp those?

Cause wed completely understand if you did.

Im sorry, but its like youre trying to brainwash me

not to want to be a cop.

Oh, yeah, dragging you to museums, to the opera,

concerts-- I should be arrested for child abuse.

What do you think?

Should kids be force-fed ancient culture?

Only in the case of Sinatras music and Billy Wilders films.

Thank you.

Not helping.

She knows that Im joking.

Though you may be the only parent

ever in history

to push their kid into the arts.

Yeah, as opposed to dodging bullets for the rest of her life?

You are simplifying this familys

decades of public service

for dramatic effect, right?

Just to be clear...

Theres my girls.

Francis, Police Sports League

meeting tomorrow-- dont make me show up empty-handed.

Checks on the hall table.

Expecting many teams this year?

Just fantastic. Best field yet.

Thanks to you.

Even if I do say so myself.

Im more than just...

a great cook, you know.

Dad, I know you can hear this conversation

from the other room, so you want to weigh in for me?

(sighs)

Roast looks perfect.

HENRY: Mmm! Mmm!

(knocking on door)

Hey.

I was beginning to think you stood me up.

Im glad you didnt.

MAN: I... was a little nervous.

(clears throat)

Would you mind turning around?

No problem.

But if you need a hand,

I can be a real good little helper.

Mm.

So, what do you think?

Let me show you how helpful I can be.

(panting) S-Stop...

talking, please.

No!

(screaming): No!

(sudden puncture, squish)

(screams): No!

No...!

DESK CLERK: Yeah, I mean,

I... Ive seen her before,

but I never caught her name or... her

real

name.

Oh, so hookers are a regular part of the clientele here?

Hey, I dont pick who rents a room here.

Im not the police.

Well, you couldve fooled me.

So lets get this straight.

Nobody reported anything.

No guests said that anything happened

out of the ordinary last night.

No. No. They never do.

I mean, I saw some towels that mustve fallen off a housekeeping cart, but...

Towels? Yeah.

You stick around.

DAN: Great news-- our only witness is a towel.

JACKIE: Great.

And shes a Jane Doe; no I.D.

Either she travels light,

or the guy that killed her took it as a trophy.

What am I smelling here?

Its disinfectant. He scrubbed her clean.

So no DNA, huh?

Well, it wouldnt have mattered.

Theres no evidence of a sexual encounter.

What are we thinking, this guy hires a hooker

to kill her and then give her a bath?

Yeah, maybe he wanted an audience

while he took care of himself.

Whats with the puncture wound?

Well, a tox screen will tell us

whats in her system.

Nothing good.

All right, he scoured her; scour this room.

Find something.

You can

call

these your cuts to the bone,

but they still fall short of the mayors cost- reduction targets.

Of course they do, Garrett.

He brags were on track for record lows in violent crime.

How can I do that with fewer resources?

The answer to that is-- the spirit of shared sacrifice.

Thats not an answer; thats P.R. boiler plate.

No, thats the phrase that youre gonna preface

every sentence with

for the foreseeable future.

"In the spirit of shared sacrifice, with some reductions

"in training and support, the next class of cadets

can be full strength."

So we keep our numbers high

by sacrificing their training-- thats ass-backwards.

"In the spirit of shared sacrifice,

"we should consider outsourcing one of the civilian divisions,

traffic enforcement, school safety..."

Hey, I got a good shared sacrifice--

how about we outsource 911 to Bangalore?

All right, Frank, you dont have to be sarcastic--

Sir.

And how are you gonna make my day worse, Baker?

You have a request for a meeting from Sandy Klemmer

of the United Patrolmens Association.

Lets put off the UPA for now.

No can do, Frank.

Hell go right to the press

saying you wont deal with the union.

(sighs)

And whats your share of the sacrifice, Garrett,

besides loyalty?

Dignity.

Ill tell them well let them know.

Hey, any luck finding our Jane Does prints

in the system?

Nope. I mean, she had no priors.

Shes either new to the game, or shes lucky.

Until she was unlucky.

I mean, the only prints that match

is on the TV remote control,

so maybe she was

watching

Jersey Shore, waiting for her john.

Yeah, or maybe he had her watch some smut before he killed her.

Either way its sad.

Or maybe it was neither.

Look at this, Jack.

Hotel records show she accessed the Internet from her room.

She used the TV to log in to her e-mail account.

So her last words were in cyberspace?

Yeah. Lets find out what they were.

NICKY: This place isnt cold and impersonal at all.

No, I have no doubt Ill fall right in love

with Expressionist art.

Nicky, please.

Okay, this does it.

I should definitely become a cop.

What? Why?

Artists are obviously seriously disturbed people.

Grandpas gonna need all the help he can get

to take care of the EDP calls

coming in from these guys.

EDP?

Emotionally Disturbed Person.

Yeah, I know what I means; I just cant believe you do.

NICKY: I mean, this has to be a cry for help.

MAN: It was...

actually.

I dont mean to intrude, but...

thats a very insightful observation.

Really?

The artist was suffering

from depression at the time.

This period of her work is fraught with darkness.

Its reflected in the media she chose,

the colors,

even the abandoned looseness of the brush strokes, as if...

it didnt matter where they landed.

Uh, and that one.

Mm. She knew

she was in trouble, but... she refused to get help.

She was afraid if she got better, it would ruin her work.

And then something she never expected to happen happened.

What?

She fell in love.

Which, to be fair, brought with it

its own set of torments.

But...

if Patrick hadnt come along

and given her the courage to accept help...

I dont know what might have happened.

How do you know all this?

Its all written on this little card.

Oh...

I met Holly the artist when I was evaluating some

of her early work for one of my clients.

I spent a lot of time at her studio in Red Hook.

Uh, I could... I could take you there sometime.

Uh...

Jacob Krystal.

Erin Reagan.

Hi.

Nicky.

Nice to meet you both.

Concessions there.

The Police Sports League table across the way.

Will you be providing signage?

Youll have it tomorrow.

Now, reserve this section for deep pockets.

Maybe if theyre next to the cheerleaders,

itll put them in a giving spirit.

(laughs)

Oh, and make sure that the diamonds squared away, okay?

Okay, you got it.

Okay. Thanks.

Henry.

Youre still bossing people around?

Well, I have to leave the house to get anybody to listen to me.

How are you, Rick?

Good.

Almost makes me miss the days

I had you down the hall as deputy chief.

Well, you were the P.C.-- they paid me to listen to you.

Not enough, I might add.

How come I havent seen you

at any of the league events lately?

I had to back off on the good deeds.

I went back to work.

What, theyre rehiring washed-up cops?

Where do I stand in line?

Oh, youre not busy enough with the league,

other charities, all that quality time with your family?

Oh, yeah, its great.

Yeah, I know, I know. Listen...

the outfit is called Ajax Incorporated.

Private security consultants.

And the people who run it value experience.

Im not really looking.

Just drop on by.

Here you go.

Take it easy.

DANNY: Come on, come on, come on, hurry up!

Okay, hold on, just one more minute here.

All right, tell me the truth-- you hack into

your girlfriends e-mails when shes not looking,

and she has no idea.

Uh, I dont... I dont have a girlfriend.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, uh, here we are.

Your Jane Does log-in name is Bella-Ball,

and her real name is Stacy Fryman.

Looks like she liked to cook.

She subscribed to a bunch of different cooking Web sites here...

Yeah, a regular aspiring chef.

Chicken scaparella,

baked spaghetti,

mango-pepper marinade.

You know, you might want to jot some of these recipes down.

Seriously. Single guys love a girl that can cook, you know.

I use my oven as a dresser.

Look at that.

$600 for a pair of shoes.

Brian Atwood shoes.

Dont judge what you cant understand.

Hey, hey, heres something right here.

She did a money transfer to a Web site

called Kiss-The-Apple.com, for a ad.

All right, lets see it.

Okay, here she is.

All right.

This is where her johns found her.

We gotta dump this cell phone and see who she spoke to.

Hey, Sarge.

Hey. M.E.s preliminary report is in.

Puncture wound on the neck delivered an opioid

called etorphine into your victims system.

It knocked her out. Then she was smothered.

Thats a pretty specific M.O.

Thats what I thought, so I queried VICAP.

Two months ago, Emily Parker, a hooker from Garden City,

died the same way.

Last month, Aly Garcia in Jersey.

Son of a bitch is on a roll.

I met Stacy here after she saw one of our flyers.

She started volunteering

and helped us reap and sow our vegetables.

Right, and then she left here,

and went and did a different kind of hoe-ing?

She said it was good money.

She was saving up for culinary school.

Right, so that makes it okay?

I didnt say that.

Im guessing she didnt tell you

that she was an escort?

Well, its not the kind of thing

you tell a guy you just started dating.

Mm-hmm.

I was on her computer making a new flyer,

and she hadnt logged out of this website, Kiss-The-Apple?

So what? You saw the ad, and you thought what?

Im gonna talk to her about it? I forgave her?

Im gonna tell her my feelings?

Or did I kill her? Is that what youre getting at?

Yeah, did you kill her?

No, I didnt kill her.

This was Emily with her brother.

Long time ago.

Must still be difficult for you to talk about it.

I lost my daughter long before she was murdered, Detective.

But the Lord helped me make peace with that.

So, thank you for your concern.

You can ask me whatever you like.

Of course.

Um, well, were thinking

your daughter may be the first victim in a series.

A series?

Yes, maam. How many?

Three that we know of. Oh.

The last just happened.

What those families must be going through.

(Danny clears his throat)

Do you mind if sit down?

Please.

Ms. Parker, sometimes the first victim--

its very important, um,

because it may have been someone she knows.

There may be a connection.

Mm, my daughter knew a lot of people.

All you had to do was pay her.

I know that sounds harsh, but it was very difficult,

learning what she had been doing.

Understandable.

I raised my daughter to believe in God.

I raised her to have values.

Did your daughter ever mention

anyone acting unusual?

Anything in particular she might have said to you to...?

Mm, no, she hadnt talked to me in months.

No, when the police told me what happened,

I wasnt even surprised.

Imagine that.

Getting the news that any parent would fear,

and only being surprised that it hadnt happened sooner.

Thank you.

The Mangan depositions been pushed to 5:00,

and the Slattery meeting is set for early next week.

Okay, great.

Oh, um, and this came for you.

Uh, it has been scanned.

Its not a bomb.

From?

From...

uh...

Jacob.

"The artist wanted Nicky to have this

"as a reminder to be open

"to new possibilities.

While shes thinking that over, have dinner with..."

Oh.

Well, if you wont have dinner with him, I will.

JACKIE: The victim in Long Island and the one in Jersey--

they both had ads up on the same Web site.

You got anything from the families?

Nope. These girls didnt exactly come home

bragging about the new friends theyd met,

if they even came home at all.

Girl from New Jerseys family kept tabs on her

by checking on her ad.

Thats how they knew she was alive?

Yeah. God.

All right, we got the, uh, phone records in here.

Theres no overlapping incoming numbers.

No. This killer was smart.

He used his cell phone once, and then ditched it.

What about the aspiring chefs boyfriend?

He story check out?

Yeah, he has a strong alibi.

Seems he really loves her, call girl and all.

Well, I guess theres someone out there for everyone.

Yeah, yeah. Guess so.

(Jackie sighs)

DANNY: Dont say it.

I already know.

We got nothing.

No, I wasnt gonna say that.

These girls resemble anyone you know?

(sighs)

Commissioner, Mr. Klemmer from the U.P.A.

Youre 15 minutes late.

The highways jammed.

So we have 15 minutes left.

So, lets get to it.

Heres what Ive told Collective Bargaining is off the table:

pension, benefits, overtime, vacation,

and any attempt at outsourcing.

And whats on the table?

A wage freeze for the next fiscal year.

One year.

Thats it?

Im not gonna let the city balance its books

on the backs of my men.

Your

men?

As the elected president

of the United Patrolmens Asso...

Your men?

Frank, stand with me, and Ill stand with you.

Or what?

Or what?!

Come on, Commissioner, you know the drill.

(sighs)

What drill is that, Sandy?

The one where the union asks for the whole store

just to get a ham sandwich?

The city pushes back hard--

were talking demonstrations,

town hall meetings, and who knows.

Maybe even an outbreak of the Blue Flu.

(sighs)

Youre threatening me with a sickout?

Im not threatening you, Frank.

Were on the same side.

Im just telling you like it is.

(sighs)

Thanks for stopping by.

(door opens)

(sighs)

(Henry chuckles)

Can you guys manage to get any work done around here?

Quite a bit.

Its an honor to meet you, Commissioner.

Its been quite a few years

since Ive been the commissioner.

Well, you helped turn this city around.

People havent forgotten.

Has Rick here filled you in on what we do?

Some.

Enough to reel him in from Brooklyn.

R train. No problem.

He rode it every day when he was P.C.

Boots on the ground-- theres no substitute.

Rick tells me you might be open to a consulting position.

Consulting with whom about what?

We have commercial clients

we provide security services for.

Uh, employee vetting, anti-shrinkage,

corporate counterespionage.

Were training police forces

in three Caribbean countries and Eastern Europe.

And, uh,

with the recession here at home,

there are opportunities to help local departments

with some of their... nonessential functions.

Im not sure there are any nonessential functions--

21st century policing, Henry.

Well, maybe you havent noticed,

but Im kind of a 20th century guy.

With four decades experience and a wealth of connections.

We know all about you.

If theres anything else

you want to know about us...

just ask.

I do not see what the problem is here.

Running a decoys our best option.

Not using you as the bait, Jackie.

Look, look at those girls, look at me-- he has a type.

Im his type. Im a serial killers type.

Were not talking about a dating site, Jackie.

Were talking about a guy whos killed three women!

Lighten up, Reagan; I was kidding.

All right, listen, she hasworked vice, Reagan.

Come on, Sarge. Look, with all due respect, busting creeps

from Queens while theyre chasing quickies

is a little bit different

than what were talking about here.

Jackie, someone else can do this--

you dont have to do it.

I know I dont haveto do this; I wantto do this.

Why?

Because theyre just girls trying to find their way.

And what? They made some mistakes.

"Some mistakes." Id say thats

putting it mildly, Jackie.

You know what, Reagan?

Not everybody grows up in a great house in Bay Ridge

with a loving family to fall back on.

What does that mean?

No, seriously, what the hell does that mean?

Look, I was in high school.

I was a... I was a screwup.

I was fighting with my mom,

fighting with everyone around me,

skipping school, and I decided I dont need this,

Im out of here.

And I went, I took off,

I ran off to Boston.

And when I returned home,

the locks were changed, and I was out on my own.

But somehow, I made it here.

It takes one mistake to change your life.

(sighs)

Lets hope this mistake doesnt change ourlives, okay?

I want two detectives backing us up.

I want TARU to wire that entire hotel,

and you do not leave my sight for one second.

Okay.

All right, you got authorization to run for a month.

Thank you.

Lets see the picture.

Say hello to Michelle.

Tell me I cant do it.

I didnt say you couldnt do it.

I said you shouldnt do it.

Since I know he wont do it himself,

I just want to take a sec to toast Pop on his new job.

Wait-- how come I dont know about this?

At least Im not the only one.

Yeah, Pop,

you want to tell us something?

Theres nothing to announce.

Im just considering.

What are you considering, Grandpa?

Theres a private security firm called Ajax

that have been stocking their pond

with old farts from the NYPD.

I met with them.

Can you still cook Sunday dinner?

(laughter)

Of course I can.

Thats wonderful news, Henry, theyre lucky to have you.

Well, well see.

So, Nicky, how did you like the opera?

More than I thought I would--

a lot more than Expressionist art,

I can tell you that.

Its about exposure, not judgment.

You just liked it cause you got exposed to that cute guy.

DANNY: Oh, hey, hold on, whoa.

Thats enough, Nicky.

LINDA: Not enough for me, come on.

He was a nice guy who was trying

to explain the artistic process

to a certain obtuse niece of yours,

and thats the end of the story.

(all murmuring)

So I understand that you are slammed with the unions.

Yeah, the last time Sandy Klemmer wore a uniform

was Cub Scouts.

(chuckling): Oh, easy, Francis.

Well, he wont budge on anything, Pop,

and our sides getting pressured to farm out nonessential duties.

Its... JAMIE: Guys at the precinct are talking about cutbacks.

Is that last hired, first fired?

I dont think you got to worry about losing your job, kid.

The last thing either side wants

is another lawyer running the streets.

Hey.

Im just saying...

What-- youre just saying...?

That Im just saying.

So they really thinking about laying people off?

Whats wrong?

I figured youd like having me around the house more.

I could finally get to that storm window

youve been wanting me to fix.

Danny.

Im just playing.

Come on, this happens all the time.

Budget issue comes up, everyone panics,

it all turns out to be no big deal.

Yeah, the bigger deal is, youre letting Jackie act

as bait in this little sting operation of yours.

Hold on.

First of all, its not my sting operation.

Second of all, I dont want Jackie to be the bait.

Oh, its okay for Jamie to go undercover

with an organized crime family,

but if the femaledetective-- that would be...

Did I say that?

Yeah, you said something...

Who said what?

Jackies going undercover,

and Linda suddenly thinks shes Gloria Steinem, I guess.

Listen, Jackie can handle herself--

thats all Im saying.

I didnt say she couldnt.

JACKIE: Knock-knock-knock.

Wow, family of cops leaving their door open.

Hey, speak of the devil.

Yes,

thats me.

Hey, Jackie.

You ready? Wow.

Yeah, hi.

Ill get my stuff.

Great.

So let me guess, the Great Defender is worried.

Yeah, what do you think?

Yeah.

Hey, good luck out there.

This undercover thing Im doing--

its scary.

Im always worried Im gonna slip up

and, uh, act like the real me.

Right, well, maybe the real you

is a little less criminal than the real me.

No, Im, Im gonna be fine, thank you.

Theres cops all around,

theres sound, video.

Itll be fine, thanks.

Good. All right.

So you, uh, wearing the appropriate outfit?

Oh, yeah, well, there you go.

Nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, the calls just came flooding right in

as soon as her ad went up.

Right, I guess I take that as a compliment.

All right, Ill wait outside.

Hey, you, eyes up.

Love you, love you.

Love you more. Love you most.

Lets see her.

(wolf whistles)

Cut it out, Reagan.

Whatre you doing?

Sorry, Jack.

All right, video is clear in here.

Lets test your mic.

(blows)

(feedback whines)

(laughs)

All right, you two in the other room,

your monitors up?

DETECTIVE: All good-- we see the room and the hall.

Great.

Turn off the phones, remember.

And, uh, this is my emergency signal, by the way.

Thats brilliant, Jack, except its not going to get that far.

The minute that creep comes in

and says sex for money, were gonna bust in there,

bust him, and search him for hypodermics.

You got it?

Meanwhile, where am I putting this with this outfit?

Listen to me, just because this guy is not into women

sexually does not mean hes not going to get close to you.

You understand?

Got it.

No, you stay alert.

Got it, Reagan, relax.

Is that a john?

All right, incoming, come on.

(knocking on door)

Hi.

Youll do.

Klemmers on the radio.

Want to have a listen?

Whats he talking about?

Two guesses.

Respectfully?

Rhetorically.

Call-in show?

Yeah, WNYC.

Got the number?

Dont kid a kidder.

Frank, thats not a good idea.

Then why bring it up?

Theres no profit in escalating this

until we get a firm agenda

as to concessions.

Okay.

Baker, call Klemmers office and arrange a meeting

right away.

(sighs)

Another night of sleaze and desperation.

Ugh, doused with too much cologne.

What, do you people bathe in it?

Well, you know, Jack, you wanted to spend your nights

with the lowlifes, and this is what happens.

You dont get to see the best the male species has to offer.

Yeah, what else is new?

All right, we got a customer...

who looks a little familiar.

Zoom in on that.

JACKIE: Familiar how?

Oh, hold on.

Okay, Jackie, its Congressman Albom.

Get out of here. The family values guy?

Yes, yes, yes, the guy who was campaigning

with his wife and daughters by his side.

Listen to me.

We got to make this quick and painless, okay?

You get him in, he propositions, we frisk him,

and we send him on his way.

Come on.

No, come on nothing, Jackie,

were not here to collar a politician, okay?

If we do, its front page news

and this whole sting goes out the window.

(groans) This is one guy we should collar.

Not if hes not the killer, okay?

Were not here to bust some perverted congressman.

If hes not the serial killer,

we get him in and we get him out.

Okay.

Hello.

Whoa.

You certainly dont disappoint.

(sniffs)

(both chuckle)

Tough day at the office?

I dont need the small talk, if you dont mind.

This is nice.

Is it silk?

What are you playing at, Jackie?

You are handsome.

Really handsome.

You should be on TV.

You are on TV.

(gasps)

Thats right, I knew I recognized you.

Right?

Jackie, st...

Y-Youre that, um, the, uh, the, uh, oh, oh,

the, the car salesman!

Right? Who does those commercials.

Yeah, you got me.

Ooh, I am lucky, lucky.

You know what?

I think, um, I think Ive changed my mind.

What?

No, I didnt mean to insult you.

You look more like a movie star, or a president.

How about a president?

Evening, Congressman.

This is not what it looks like.

Im sure it isnt.

Turn around. Put your arms up in the air, sir.

What?

Put your arms up in the air

before we charge you with patronizing a prostitute.

And you dont want us to release the videos to the press, do you?

No needles.

Go on, get out of here.

Consider this your lucky night.

Say hi to the wife and kids for me.

Will you stop it?

Hes a schmuck.

He is.

Well, you are a New York District Attorney,

so, yes, I may have certain assumptions.

Okay, well, I can take it.

Uh... well, youre serious, conservative.

You probably take a rather dim,

albeit realistic, view of human nature.

Well, if you saw...

I wasnt done.

(clearing throat)

Im sure it doesnt hurt

your case closure rate

that youre also beautiful, witty, urbane, beautiful...

(laughing): Okay.

Well, obvious flattery aside, it is nice to share a dinner

with someone whos not talking about

the burglary rate in Bensonhurst

or the virtues of a nine-millimeter

versus a .38-caliber.

Like every other man in your life?

Yeah.

Youre well-dressed, well-read, well-traveled.

I dont think those have ever sounded more like accusations.

No, no, no.

Not at all.

Sandy. Hey.

Thanks for making the time.

And Im on time.

Thanks for that, too.

Look, if we got off on the wrong foot the other day...

Well take a mulligan.

Im game if you are.

Atten-hut!

Mr. Klemmer, these are officers from Harbor, Transit, Housing,

Mounted, Patrol,

Crime Scene,

Emergency Service, Aviation, Evidence, and Transportation.

All members

of your rank and file.

Take your seats.

I just thought it would be a good idea

for you to hear from your men

about what to cut and not to cut.

Im all ears.

Please sit down.

Oh, and by the way...

not a single one of them

even has the slightest case of sniffles.

So we wont be talking about "blue flu," now or ever.

I hope that was informative.

You hope it was coercive.

Look, neither of us want cuts,

but there will be cuts,

so lets work together to find which ones

cause the least amount of bleeding.

Mm. Well, Im not giving in to outsourcing.

Im not asking you to.

Well, a former P.C. whos close to you,

has hired on with Ajax, from what I hear.

And theyre counting on that

to make their offer even more attractive.

Not interested. You have my word.

Okay.

(sighs)

Coming in, Jack.

Okay.

So you my date?

Nah.

The guys an hour late.

Mm! Rude.

Yeah. Looks like hes a no-show,

so I told the guys to shut it down.

Aw...

Yeah.

Look, I, um... I wanted to say sorry

for being a pain in the neck.

Huh.

Yeah. Huh!

You know, my kid brothers out working

with these Mob guys undercover.

I dont usually sleep too good at night.

Yeah.

I worry about my family and the people I care about.

Which includes you, in case that wasnt obvious.

Thank you.

I guess, as you know, I...

Ive just been on my own for so long that...

Look, I need you to have my back; I do.

I just... You dont have to protect me, you know?

Theres a difference.

I know.

Ive lost a lot of partners

for a lot of different reasons, Jack.

I just dont want to lose you.

Youre not going to lose me.

You ready?

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Hey...

Ill wait in the car.

(groans)

Uh, Michelle?

Uh, look, I got a headache, okay?

Just take it home.

But... we had a date.

Look, kid, go home.

Get a nice girl in the neighborhood and...

and you just-- you dont want this, okay?

Hey, hey, hey. Oh...

(quietly): Come on...

(sighs wearily)

Look, Jack, I hate to be overbearing and overprotective,

but can you hurry your ass up please, and get down here,

so I can get home? Thank you.

(sighs)

Shes beautiful.

Yeah, she looks even more like Emily than in her pictures.

She does.

Its going to be okay.

Well take you away from this life of sin.

Hell welcome you back.

You dont need to be frightened.

(weakly): No...

Im a...

Im... (smacking)

Im a cop.

Oh, no. You dont need to lie anymore, my dear.

Im a cop.

My purse.

Mom...

Hmm?

Hey, can you do me a favor

and walk me up to your housekeepers on the 12th floor?

They left at 5:00.

What do you mean they left at 5:00?

I just saw a cart up on the 12th floor.

I dont know what to tell you, man-- they left at 5:00.

Oh, you guys typically let your housekeepers

leave their carts out at night,

so people can just steal soap and towels and what...

Towels...

Dial 911. Dial 911 right now!

Listen to me.

You dont understand. We saved them.

Im not a prostitute.

Im a cop.

There has to be some reason that youre here tonight.

I dont need to be saved, okay?

This is a test, Mother.

Hes testing our faith.

Right, right, right.

I dont know!

If we let her go, she will stop us.

Well go to jail.

Dont... No...!

(screaming)

Dont you see?

We have so much more to accomplish!

You know that!

Please, you dont want to shoot me.

No! DANNY: Come on!

Oh, no! Not my son!

Jackie, Jackie, are you okay?

Im okay. Im okay.

You killed your own daughter.

You killed your own daughter.

Hey, hey, hey. Come here, come here.

(weakly): Thank you...

I got you.

I got you. I got you.

I got you. Its okay. Hey...

Youre all right. Youre all right.

Hang on. Hang on, Jack.

(panting anxiously)

This is Detective Reagan.

We need a bus.

We have a 10-13.

(slow, romantic, instrumental swing music playing)

(door shuts)

Evening, Pop.

Francis.

(sighs heavily)

Ah!

Make me one?

Happy to.

Ta.

When does the union get your budget?

On their desk tomorrow morning, along with everyone elses.

You know, the mayors office sent over

some proposals for outsourcing.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Turns out one of them was the company you met with.

Ajax?

Thats the one.

I called them today and told them I wasnt interested.

Corporate lifes not for me.

Really?

I would have had to spend a fortune on new suits

just to walk into that office of theirs.

And the commute--

ever been on the R train during the rush hour?

Not if I could help it.

And they way they were going on

about how indispensible I would be, blah, blah, blah.

It was embarrassing.

But true.

Dont you start.

And you would have been missed around here.

Thank you, son.

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