Top shelf, red container.
You don't need to tell me how good my leftovers are.
Actually, I left a wallet here some place,
but since you're offering...
What the hell?
Oh, whoa. Hey!
Whoa! Hey.
- Pop... - I didn't leave that burner on.
What the hell, Pop? Were you cooking something?
A couple of eggs.
You could have burned the whole house down
if I wasn't here.
Like I wouldn't hear that damn alarm?
Look, look, everything is okay, okay?
It was just a little hiccup.
So get your leftovers,
and Eddie's wallet is over there on the table.
Hey, Pop...
And we'll keep this between us.
Even from Dad? He lives here, too.
That wasn't a question.
Kinda surprised the boss paired us.
I thought you were with Badillo these days.
Uh, yeah. He banged in sick today.
- Thank God. - Butting heads already?
Just growing pains.
Oh, and now I'm boring you.
No, no, I recently gave up coffee.
Those words make no sense to me.
It was making me feel barfy.
And I can't stand the smell of it anymore.
Of course, without it, I'm always tired.
Wait. Are you sure that's just 'cause of coffee?
Of course it is.
What the hell?
Police! Don't move!
- Drop the weapon. - We have shots fired
- at 39410th Ave. - Turn around. Turn around right now
and drop the weapon.
I said drop the weapon!
I'm good, keep going. Stay with him.
Cora!
2-9 David.
We have a 10-13, officer down.
Send a bus forthwith!
Everyone can see what you're doing.
I'm sitting here enjoying my drink.
And avoiding the other kids.
I circulated.
Half a lap around the room when we got here.
Oh, come on. Everybody's got notes.
I get enough notes at the office.
The whole city's your office. You know that.
Good news is I think she's got a note for you.
That is a commander with the City of London Police.
So all you top cops really do know each other?
We did some business a while back.
Sloane. Great to see you.
Commissioner Reagan. What a wonderful surprise.
My deputy Garrett Moore.
- A pleasure. - Mine. I'm gonna go reload.
So, what brings you to New York?
Business. Since last March, actually.
Oh. You guys open a shop here I don't know about?
I'm no longer Commander Thompson, just Sloane.
And, um, I'm working here in a private sector job.
What happened to "I'm a cop till I drop"?
Things change.
Yeah, that's the saying.
The other saying is some things never change.
And there was no changing it back.
- Really? - So sorry.
- You'll have to excuse us. - Sorry.
Our systems are under cyberattack.
Everything's down.
- A hundred. - More. Higher.
Two hundred?
No, 520 miles of coastline.
That's more than Miami, San Francisco,
Boston, L.A. all combined.
Wow, look at you dropping the five borough knowledge.
Native New Yorker.
- No, you just watch a lot of YouTube. - That's true.
Hey, are you two police?
Yes, ma'am. What's wrong?
Some creep back there is harassing me.
Define harassing.
Following me, trying to talk to me,
even after I told him to get lost.
That's him.
Step over here. Excuse me, sir?
- Excuse me, police. Can I have a word? - Me?
Yeah, you.
Do you have an ID?
Did I do something wrong?
Besides harassing women at night?
I didn't do anything to anybody.
I thought they repealed stop-and-frisks.
So you're a lawyer and a creep, is that it?
No, I'm a tax accountant.
His ID isn't registering in Precinct Connect.
Let me try.
- Is this fake? - No.
It's not a fake ID, sir.
You mind telling me what this is all about?
PCS is down on mine, too.
- Call it in. - Yeah.
How long is this gonna take? I have a dinner to go to.
It won't be long. Just a minute.
Keep your hands out of your pockets, please, sir.
- Sir, is this cop harassing you? - Yeah.
I think because of this lady here.
Officer, you need to stop this.
And you and you need to mind your business.
The system's down citywide. Every precinct.
No one's getting access to anything.
- That can't be. - This is not okay.
- Relax. - Police cannot detain people
without a reason.
- You know what, forget it. - What are you talking about?
I'm not gonna become the next "Karen"
with all these phones out.
Well, did he harass you or not? Great.
Reagan, you really want to lose your pension over this?
I'd like your names and badge numbers, please.
Everyone record this,
- so the world knows who these two are. - Yeah!
You have a good evening.
Okay, good night, Gavin Powers.
Goodbye. Good night, everyone.
Enjoy your videos.
Goodbye.
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- Hey. - Janko.
How are you feeling?
Ooh, oh.
After that nap, great.
You scared the hell out of me.
Oh, relax. No concussion.
Vest stopped the bullet.
Nothing more than a bruised rib.
Best news, I heard over the radio
the shooter was collared.
And your baby's okay, too?
Come on, Cora.
The symptoms you were describing...
Nausea, feeling tired, things smelling bad...
I know it's none of my business...
You can say that again.
But you are pregnant, right?
Please just tell me that baby's okay.
Yeah, she is.
Thank God for Kevlar.
That's good. That's good.
But you cannot tell anyone.
If the doctor knows, it's gonna go in the report.
I mean that I knew before now.
But you did know before.
And you didn't alert the department
and go on desk duty.
I know the rules, Eddie.
Why not follow them?
The pay is the same.
Because if the powers that be know I'm pregnant,
there goes my DB interview.
Oh, you're bucking for detective.
You don't think I'm good enough.
Of course I do.
Cora, everyone knows you're on the ball.
But the department can't ding a woman
who wants to start a family.
For a civil servant spot, no.
But for a merit promotion like detective,
you know the deal: what have you done for me lately?
Yeah, okay.
The baby's dad skipped the moment I told him.
So I gotta get the gold shield and the raise that comes with it
to be able to support us.
Look, I'm not gonna volunteer anything,
but if someone asks...
- You gotta have my back. - Cora...
Look, I know I risked her life,
but I need you to do this for me.
For her.
Please?
I'm begging you,
do not tell a soul.
What worm are you trying to catch so early?
The PCS is back up citywide.
- I heard. What a cluster. - Even worse,
Gavin Powers, the guy we let go last night...
Only after you made me.
...has a bench warrant out
for an assault charge in Penylvania.
- You see, my gut was right. - Forget your gut.
My ears are being talked off by the brass of Philly PD.
Were they applauding us for our
careful handling of a very difficult situation?
No, they want to yell because you let the suspect go,
thanks to Baez.
I reached out to Philly PD to verify Powers' identity.
Yeah, it wasn't our fault, boss.
Tell it to the detective that's working Powers' case.
She's coming up I-95 right now
to have a little chat with you.
Why does "little chat" sound so menacing?
Look, use my office, and when she's done with you,
it's my turn.
And thank you all.
To be continued.
Sixty-two minutes.
Our guys foiled the attack
and got us back up and running
in only 62 minutes.
A lot can go wrong in 62 minutes, Sid.
- I thought you'd be happy about it. - About what?
A gridlocked system that ate our critical response capabilities?
911 alone going down
contributed to a dozen fatalities and counting.
Yeah, I know. I'm sick about that, boss.
But our guys' savvy did save us a $10 million ransom.
But paid it back out
in credibility costs.
"Serve and Protect Can't Protect Their Own Servers."
"Cop Crash Costs Lives."
"NYPD-leted."
They never got nothing good to say.
And today they're right.
Sir, Commander Thompson of the City of London Police is here.
Not a good time.
She said it's regarding last night's attack.
Okay, let's have her. And you join us.
Sloane. Please sit down.
I don't think you've met Lieutenant Gormley.
- Nice to meet you. - Good morning.
So... what about the attack last night?
Yes, uh, we didn't finish catching up yesterday.
I'm in New York as VP North America
for Aegis & Associates.
Cybersecurity.
Mm-hmm. The best.
- We like ours. - As well you should.
It appears they've done a great job
in limiting the damage.
- Thank you. - But do you know for certain
that your people contained the intrusion,
or that the attackers had already timed their retreat?
To what end?
We're seeing an uptick in attacks
that seem full-on, but are really just a way
of testing the targeted systems
by stressing them.
And that $10 million ransom...
Which we didn't have to pay.
That's what you call lunch money.
You see, I would seriously consider that your enemies
are playing a longer game here.
They already know your system's strengths,
which usually reveal the weaknesses as well.
Nothing's perfect.
Cops don't like coincidence.
As a former cop, I know you understand that.
I do.
Us being attacked last night, and you suddenly showing up
pitching solutions, well,
it causes one to wonder.
If they're somehow connected?
I have to ask, Sloane.
I neither had nor have any knowledge
of the attack last night, but I do have eons
of experience in this area.
And I have come today as a friend of the court.
And this friend would do what?
Ask for the autopsy. See if I can help.
With a contract for your firm?
If it's appropriate.
If not, then gratis.
Thank you so much for your time, Commissioner Reagan.
Let me know if I can be of assistance.
Good morning, everyone.
I don't remember her quite so...
Ballsy?
Intense?
And that's when you let a known felon
with an active felony warrant walk free?
He wasn't known to us. NYPD's system was down.
Maybe you heard it on the radio on your way here?
If sarcasm's all you got, no wonder you let him get away.
Detective, we had no choice.
Just like Powers' six victims.
Six victims?
One confirmed felony assault,
but I suspect him on five more. All middle-age women.
All the same act.
Six?
Let me guess, it involves their dogs.
Powers sob-stories them about his own puppy who ran away.
When they drop their defenses,
he talks his way into their homes and assaults them,
stealing everything they have.
Assaults them sexually?
Just physically and mentally.
Our vic was lucky she saw us.
Till you let him waltz.
Not for nothing, Detective,
but I don't see him locked up
in one of your state pens either.
Difference is, I lost him when he skipped bail.
You lost him on failure of policing 101.
Thank you for the lesson in policing 101,
and now here's one in return.
You have no jurisdiction here and no police power.
So we'll be the ones to end this guy's
reign of terror, thank you.
Let's hope so.
- So, say someone you know... - Like a cop?
No, just a friend.
But they're doing something kind of dodgy,
and if their boss finds out, they would get jammed up.
- Jammed up how? - Can't say.
Why not?
Actually, I've already said too much.
- You barely started. - Nope. Done.
You go.
Okay.
So let's say someone you know really well...
- Like a friend? - No, like a cop.
And you discover that they pose a danger to themselves.
- What kind of danger? - I can't say.
- Why not? - 'Cause I promised.
And this cop was a really great cop
for a long time.
Was or is?
You know what, now I've said too much.
Good talk, husband.
As always, wife.
What do we got?
- Detectives, this is the guy. - You called the tip-line?
Right after I rode up with Iris on the elevator.
Usually, I can't get her to stop talking, but this time
she was clammed up, and with some guy.
Can you give us a description more than just "some guy"?
Average height, squirrely. Real intense.
Okay. You know where we can find them?
She's in apartment 3B.
Thanks. Wait down here.
Yes, ma'am.
Iris? Police. Open up.
Police!
Check the bedroom.
He's in the wind.
It's okay. Police, ma'am.
It's okay. Call a bus.
It's okay, ma'am, it's okay. Baez!
Call a bus.
It's hard to remember.
I-I was so scared.
Did he say his name?
Bill something. Bill Smith.
Bill Smith.
And he asked about your dog?
Yeah. He said he lost his.
He kept saying "the chip." The dog had a chip.
But his phone was dead, so we should use my computer.
And I said no, but he insisted.
I'm such an idiot.
It's not your fault, ma'am.
Excuse me.
It's gonna be okay. All right?
You take care of her.
Hey.
You all right?
Just a bit dizzy. I didn't eat today.
That's funny, 'cause I'm pretty sure I saw you
scarf down an entire hero all by yourself
about an hour ago.
You ever get that thing where you're a rookie
all over again,
and suddenly a case is following you home?
Yeah. It's called being a human being.
You ever get tired of it?
Being a human being?
No, this, all of this. Day in, day out.
Years of seeing brutalized victims like Iris in there.
Yeah. All the time.
Comes with the job. You know that.
And now we have people putting us on trial
with their cell phones at every turn.
Unfortunately, that comes with the job now, too.
We deal with it.
Every cop has a mid-life...
mid-career crisis of some sort.
All of us. Me, too.
Except I don't have a husband to divorce,
or a car to trade in for a Corvette.
All I've got is this job.
You got me.
Maybe you're better off handling this one on your own.
Okay?
Knock-knock.
Hey.
Hi. Have a seat.
Um, I need some legal advice.
So you finally came to your senses.
You're gonna love my divorce lawyer.
Me and Jamie are fine.
It's about a friend of mine who is pregnant.
- A friend? - It's a fellow cop.
She screwed up; she didn't notify the department.
It sounds more like employment law
or union issues, neither of which are up my alley.
How do you do it, Erin?
- Do what? - Everything.
You have an amazing career, you raised a beautiful daughter.
You have basically been kicking ass in a man's world,
- and you did it all by yourself. - But I haven't.
- Come on. - All the "by myself" stuff,
I grew up with my mom, I've had Anthony,
I co-parented with Jack.
And I've had the rest of you as my... Greek chorus,
singing songs that I didn't always want to hear,
but sometimes needed to hear.
You have a tribe.
I have a tribe.
This woman has no one.
She has you.
- When she's not avoiding me. - Okay, so don't let her.
Track her down. Remind her that
we sisters have got to stick together.
Can two women even make a tribe?
Yeah. When one of them is Eddie Janko,
that's worth at least a dozen men.
And the price for this system upgrade?
Next page.
Their rough stab at it, calculated
from similar overhauls Aegis & Associates have implemented
in European cities.
Nice work if you can get it.
Makes paying the ransom look like the bargain.
And Ms. Thompson herself?
Professional opinion?
Both.
Very impressive.
But?
Perhaps not above trying to make this deal
by leveraging a prior personal relationship.
After your detail changed your morning pickup
from Bay Ridge to Manhattan those times...
I did put two and two together.
Well, Abigail,
those times were a long time ago.
Long but not forgotten?
No, see, that's the thing.
I guess I had forgotten because when she told me
she'd been back here for a while,
and obviously hadn't called,
well, it's not like it landed
as anything on me, so...
Why?
You're asking me?
Apparently.
This is always a trap. You tell me.
Or don't. Up to you.
Okay, uh, maybe one day,
when I was really busy with other stuff,
that part of me that would have been open to,
I don't know, that kind of relationship,
maybe it just locked from the inside.
What, like a car?
You're being pretty literal.
And you're being pretty...
Okay, beg to differ.
No, thanks.
That's an order.
You didn't just ask her probing questions yesterday,
you peppered her with them...
Sinkers, sliders, spitballs...
Looking for a personal reaction.
Oh.
You asked.
Find out why she left London Police
without my fingerprints on it.
Yes, sir.
Is there someone here?
Oh, hey, Pop.
This chimney hasn't been cleaned
since I could fit all the way up inside it
hiding from Danny and Joe.
And you decided to try this again why?
It's just overdue maintenance.
I-I nailed down that loose board on the staircase,
and I got fire extinguishers for under the sink
and the upstairs closet.
And I ordered a pie from Grimaldi's,
in there on the counter; pepperoni, light sauce.
And will you be feeding me before or after you've finished
childproofing the cabinets?
What?
- You're coddling me. - No, I'm not.
Yeah, you are, so cut it out.
- I was just trying to lend a hand. - I've got two right here.
And a bad knee that would hurt for a week
if you tried to do this by yourself.
What's the first thing you do in the morning?
Make my bed and exercise.
And I take stock. What is my name?
What is my social security number?
- What city do I live in? - Pop...
Because I'm afraid that today might finally be the day
when I don't remember those things.
You got a long time before that.
But one day time will win,
and no amount of age-proofing this house will change that.
So back off and let me be.
You don't even want pizza?
Oh, I'm keeping the pizza, and I'll enjoy it.
Good night, Jamison.
Eddie's onto something here.
Full moons definitely change people.
Change like into werewolves?
No, not like fur and fangs.
Like, people get nuttier when there is a full moon.
And there's one this week, so everybody look out.
- I am with Sean on this. - Thank you.
People are crazy because they're crazy.
Not because of the way the planets are aligned.
There you go.
I seem to remember you having an astrology phase.
I did not!
Well, don't listen to him. He's a Libra.
Well, personally, I think astrology's crap,
but as someone who's done their share of midnights,
full moons can definitely make things
get a little hairy out there on the street.
- Hairy? - Hairy.
Come on, that was a good joke.
- Come on. - No.
Hairy. Full moon.
- Werewolves. - Must've missed it.
How else do you explain my partner's behavior lately?
She's completely shut me out.
- Full moon. - There's a lot of that
- going around. - Yeah. Don't remind me.
Wait, you're spilling secrets to her?
What are you talking about?
I hate to tell you, Danny.
That whole full moon thing is a myth.
- I don't know, Dad. - And how do you know?
Well, when I first started working the streets,
I saw all that craziness, so I asked Pop.
He set me straight. Right, Pop?
Hmm.
Was that a yes?
I guess.
You okay down there, Gramps?
Yeah, he's fine.
I can speak for myself,
thank you very much.
Okay, let's put
the fangs away, boys.
- Fangs. - We, uh,
talk through our problems here at the table.
Except for those people who keep trying to fix someone else's
without their permission.
Whatever, Pop.
Yeah, "whatever" yourself.
Nothing you two
want to talk about?
Not a thing.
All good.
Maybe that whole full moon thing isn't a myth after all.
- Mm-hmm. - Just saying.
Just...
- May I have the butter, please? - Yeah.
Okay, Jamie, enough.
- Enough what? - Enough of you
not telling what's going on
even though it's obviously about you and Henry.
Fine. I'm worried about him.
- In what way? - In the way
that he almost burned down the house last week.
- What?! - Then demanded I clam up.
What, even to me?
It was a blanket threat.
You still should've told me.
I mean, everyone gets older
sooner or later. Other people have to step in.
And I did. Hard. Maybe too hard.
Pop's always been a hero of mine,
and I just want to pay that back in spades, but now I feel
like I've hurt his feelings
and I can't even broach the subject again
without hurting him more.
Oh, is he too stubborn to accept an apology?
Have you met my grandfather?
Well,
maybe instead of making it
about how scared you are for him,
you make it about how much you need him.
- Meaning? - Sometimes the best way
to apologize is to ask for a favor.
Okay.
So, now your secret.
No.
After I just spilled mine? And you obviously told Erin.
Just give me a chance
to take my own advice.
Not a single Gavin Powers
in the entire tristate. Hmm.
Guess I'll just have to sort through all these Bill Smiths.
I know what you're doing, Reagan.
Be fun to help, won't it?
- Didn't say that. - Well,
then I guess I'll just have to be on my way.
Got to start knocking on all these doors.
What are you, an idiot?
Powers was smart to use
a common name as an alias, which means you got
- about a hundred names on that list. - No, actually.
Only 87.
Which will take you about a month to track down.
You want a fighting chance, whittle your list
down to all the Bill Smiths living in the area
of the last few assaults.
Perps like that usually like to work an area.
You know, I could've sworn you were off this case.
I could've sworn you were a good detective.
I am.
Though I'm better with you.
Speak of the devil.
Behave yourself.
Sloane. Please.
Is this the one that opens onto the piranha tank?
No, it's that one.
Look, I'm sorry, uh,
for being so tough on you the other day.
Oh, not at all.
Yes, at all.
A stressful time.
Yeah, well, I remember.
And cyberattacks are right up there
on the scale, so...
"The NYPD welcomes the alliance with Aegis & Associates
"to assess and upgrade
"the security of its computer capabilities
citywide."
Check the spelling and grammar,
and we'll release it to the press.
I'm chuffed.
I take it that means "happy."
Very.
Then we both are.
But in the fine print?
We can only pay you
a third of what you ask for.
Really?
Sloane...
I'm not trying to take advantage of our friendship.
But there are some harsh realities in my budget.
- Well, I'll take it to my board. - Hopefully,
with the recommendation
that the discount will be more than made up
with the coin of the NYPD's reputation
when you approach Paris, Tel Aviv,
Geneva, et cetera.
You are always one step ahead.
I try to be.
Sloane,
tell me about Gerald Foster.
Clearly, you already know.
Only the official story of your retirement.
With rumors of sexual harassment,
a seven-figure settlement,
out on Friday with full honors and a pension
and in your new job on Monday.
That's mostly the facts.
To say anything more would be to violate a very robust NDA.
Which would've hurt for you to sign.
In this day and age?
For a cop like you? For a woman like you?
Yeah.
Honestly?
What hurts just about the same
is the fact that I've been reduced
to the subject of your investigation.
Well, I didn't mean to offend you.
Well, you have.
I was concerned, that's all.
About my well-being? Or about the fact that I didn't ring you?
Here.
This can be shredded.
Have a good day.
Hey, there you are.
And here I go.
Look, I know you're avoiding me.
- So take the hint. - Please, I just...
I need some advice.
- From me? - Yeah, from you.
'Cause, you know, one of these days,
I'm gonna start a family, too,
and I'd love to hear your experience.
You know, woman-to-woman.
Hmm, so you can blab that around, too?
What?
Cora, nobody asked, and I did not say anything.
Then why did my detective interview get canceled?
- What? Oh, no. - Like you didn't
tell your husband and he didn't rat me out to them.
No. No, I didn't, and I wouldn't. And neither would Jamie.
Look,
I know this has not been easy.
Janko, you know nothing.
Not about me and not about my baby.
So, now I got to figure out how I'm gonna make a future for her,
and the last thing I need
is some two-faced "girl power" pep talk from you.
This is exhausting.
Well, I whittled it down to 11 doors just for you.
Well, tell that to my feet.
This is our door here.
Bill Smith?
Who's asking?
Police. Just want to ask you a few questions.
- You mind opening the door? - Sorry.
I can't help you.
Smith, it'll just be a second.
Drop it!
Stay there!
Baez!
Danny.
Baez. Hey!
Come here. Come here.
Oh, my God.
It's okay.
Hey. Hey. Stay awake. Stay with me.
I hope you left some
for the kids at the state fair.
Uh, not much.
Figured this stuff would cheer you up
or make you want to get back on your feet
and get the hell out of this room.
It was just a couple of pellets that barely grazed me.
Yeah.
Little too close for comfort if you ask me.
Thank you.
Course.
You have company.
Iris came by the squad to say thank you,
and I told her that
I'm not the one she should be thanking.
So... Come on in, Iris.
I heard you got him.
We got him. Yeah.
Thank you.
This the seat that opens up on the piranha tank?
I hope so.
Thanks for signing us up.
- That was a board decision. - Well,
then thank you for not torpedoing me with the board.
I'm a professional.
So, what's good here?
The solitude, usually.
I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.
You could've just asked what happened.
I should have.
And cops don't like coincidence.
What are you even doing here? Did you have me followed?
Well, I could tell you I looked up
authentic English pubs near your office,
but yeah, I had you followed.
Sloane, look,
Gerald Foster comes to New York three or four times a year.
I can check and see if he packs his nasty habits
when he travels.
No. Absolutely not.
What's done is done. Understood?
Yeah, okay.
Two Boddingtons.
What's Boddingtons?
What you're having.
- Okay. - Frank,
I'm sorry I didn't ring,
but then you didn't ring, either.
I think we're both old enough and smart enough
to know what we are and are not capable of.
Like dialing a phone number?
The kind of relationships
we once thought were so vital to a happy life.
It's not bad to embrace the fact that those days passed us by
when we were busy doing other things.
Hmm.
So, you think you got me all figured out, huh?
You have your work. You live with your father.
You host family meals for fun.
Both things are true.
I have my job, the pub,
my flat, a few friends.
I can't say that I'm ecstatically happy.
But I can say I'm hardly ever sad.
And that's saying a whole lot.
Cheers.
Yes, ma'am.
The precinct is open 24 hours a day.
No, ma'am, we do not rent firearms.
Ma'am, you have a blessed day, as well.
Thank you for calling.
- Sarge. - You better get going.
- You're gonna be late. - For what?
Your interview at the Chief of D's office.
That was canceled,
- as you know. - It's back on. About 15 minutes.
Are you serious?
Felton, two things are true in any precinct.
Number one: lot of things get noticed
even if you don't think they do,
like someone in the ladies' locker room
getting morning sickness every day for the last few weeks.
- It wasn't you. - And number two:
sometimes a boss sees a bad move being made,
and they can rectify it
if they know the right arm to twist.
Like, say, the arm of a guy that I know on the DB panel.
- You didn't. - And if you were
to admit your mistake
and tell them that you see the error of your ways,
then it will have been worth my while.
Hoffman.
Take, uh, Felton down to headquarters on the double.
Take the supervisors' RMP.
Thank you, sir.
Good luck.
See what happens
when you finally fess up to what's going on around here?
- Like you were Mr. Forthcoming. - I'm about to be
Mr. I Got to Get Going. I got a porch to build.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Love you. - Love you.
What in God's name?
I knocked on the front door,
but you didn't answer.
I was out buying lotto tickets.
- Oh. - So, what,
you're gonna board me in
so I can't burn down the whole neighborhood?
Actually, I was gonna ask you for a favor.
Like?
Back porch has been going to crap for years.
I figured since you built it, you could
supervise the rebuild.
Kid, I've worked for enough mayors
to recognize that old ruse.
Were they too proud to accept help, too?
I'll accept help when I need it.
Hey. You know what I need?
I need the guy I've looked up to my whole life
to be around for as long as possible,
because the older I get, the more questions I got
about how to be the best cop and how to be the best husband
and how to be the best man I can be.
And I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit in some graveyard
talking to your headstone about all this before I have to.
Though that granite might be less thick
than your head is sometimes.
I hope you kept your receipts.
To return it? I know.
Just some of it.
The porch is only ten by 12.
Unless you were planning
on us rebuilding the entire damn house.