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Caspers, sorry for the wait.
I'm so sorry.

If you follow me. I have a great table
ready for you. You're right this way.

I will come back
and check on you shortly, okay?

Thanks, guys.

Hi, how are you?

Oh, hi!

I can't believe that you could live here
your whole life...

- and not see this place...
- I've heard of it.

You've heard of it?
Of course you've heard of it.

It's Romanelli's. It's an institution.

You know, back in the day,
you'd see famous politicians

and mobsters here all the time.

It was like a game trying to tell
one from the other.

You see that table over there?

That was Sinatra's table.

Yeah...

You see the microphone behind it?

- See that?
- Yeah.

That's the actual microphone he used
at the Copacabana in 1953.

Did you ever see him here?

Sure, I saw him all the time.
And everytime I saw him,

he was with a different broad.

"Broad."

I know, that sounds disrespectful,
but these were broads.

And he always ordered the veal scallopini,
he loved it.

He said it was
the world's greatest aphrodisiac.

Mmm!

I don't know, everything looks so good.

Well, may I suggest the veal�scallopini?

Why am I not surprised?

You want me to put on
a Ava Gardner wig later?

No.

You have one?

I guess it's not Frank's table anymore.

Yeah, now it's hedge fund managers and...

bankers and masters of the universe.

See the guy with the bowtie?

Chairman of Citibank.

He's worth about a half a billion dollars.

- Wow.
- Let me tell you,

he's the poorest guy at the table.

Everybody else feels sorry for him.

They're probably gonna get him
the kiddie dinner.

What are you, jealous?

What, jealous of them?
What are you kidding me?

Look who I'm sitting with.
They're jealous of me.

Joy, whatever you do...

don't make a sound, don't scream,
don't stand up.

Just try to stay close to me.

Everybody,
this is robbery! No one move!

You put your jewelry, wallet,

in satchel!

- Come on.
- Come on!

Come on.

No! Please!

Please don't!

Alright. Easy!

Easy. Take it easy, boys!

You can have all the money...
all the money.

Alright.

Hey, Daddy Warbucks! Give it up.

They'll send you
a new platinum card tomorrow.

Listen everybody!

Just do what they say!

These men are professionals.

They just want to get out of here,
am I right?

Yeah. That's right!

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

No, not him, the other one!

You have a problem?

Back there. Go!

Come on!

Good to see you, sir.
Right over there.

Lulu, Rodrigo.

I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay?
- We're fine.

- Jocelyn?
- I think I'm okay. I could use a drink.

You know where the bar is.

Caruso.

Welcome to Hell.

- Dispatcher says it was a male victim?
- Yeah, in the kitchen, he's a busboy.

Just turned 19.

Busboy?

Yeah, lucky your father was here,
could have been worse.

That's something I don't here everyday.
Or ever.

- Where is he?
- He's in the corner, talking to the owner.

Check this out. It's all from your Dad.

Detailed description of both perps.
We got weapons, scars, tattoos.

- It's the best eyewitness we've ever had.
- Doesn't surprise me.

He's been to thousands of crime scenes.
Of course, half the time he's fleeing.

So how'd it go down?

Two perps. Maybe Russian, maybe Turkish,
your Dad's not sure.

7:40. They come in heavy, guns out,
"Nobody move."

Then they go around collecting
wallets and jewelry.

- They didn't hit the register?
- Never touched it.

What happened to the busboy, he resist?

We're still piecing that together,
he's back here.

Son.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. I'm good.

- Where's Joy?
- She's good too. I sent her home...

but I'm glad you're here, cause...
I just got a really exciting lead.

On the shooters?

The shooters? No, that's your problem.

No. I was talking to Angelo.
He wants to sell the joint.

- What joint?
- What joint? This joint. Romanelli's.

His wife is making him leave the city.

- She thinks it too dangerous.
- Can't imagine why?

Hey. He owes me a solid.
He's practically giving it away.

- He's asking 1.4.
- Million?

Yeah, obviously I'm gonna need a loan.

You know, cause I'm about 1.5
shy of that number,

but isn't this perfect?

Romanelli's, our place.
Now it could really be our place.

We'll run it together.

Whoa! We?

Yeah, well no bank's gonna ever
loan me that kind of money.

- Yeah.
- I need a partner.

A partner like you. Hero cop,

- squeaky clean...
- Sure.

...with perfect credit.

I hope you're enjoying this conversation,
because it's over.

Best location in Manhattan.

Thank you.

Hey guys, give us the room?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

There's an exit wound.

Laceration on the right ear.

Scuff marks on his knees.

He was executed.

- Is that his wallet?
- Affirmative.

There was some cash in it,
but they didn't take it.

So, what do you think?

Dad, you're contaminating
my crime scene.

- You're contaminating my kitchen...
- Will you please just stand over there?

Thank you.

- Did you find the shell?
- Not yet.

You might want to look under the cabinet.

I saw the guy,
It was a�Maklova automatic,

they eject to the left.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey son, brand new steam table.

- Thirty grand at least...
- No, I'm not cosigning on a loan.

I'm not going to be your partner.
That door's closed. I mean it.

Okay.

Okay. I'm leaving. I'm leaving, but...

it's in your head.
The seed has been planted.

There's no seed. Nothing's been planted.

Yeah, it's planted. It's in there.
Caruso boys, partners, working together.

- Father and son.
- Out. That's enough.

Come on.

Okay, okay, but...

make sure you check out
that walk-in freezer.

Whoo-hoo, Is it great?

Congratulations.

On what?

Your new restaurant.

What, you think
he's going to wear me down?

You think I can't say no to him?

That is very insulting, Cora.
I've got to tell you, I'm hurt.

Are you gonna change the menu?

Cora.

No smiling.

I outrank you, remember that.
That's a direct order. No smiling.

TJ, smile.

Yeah. That's good.
Come on, have a good time.

Come on, here we go!

What do you say...

Tony.

- Look who it is.
- Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- How do you feel?

How do I feel?
Almost as good as you look.

Enjoy, okay?

Hey... your Honor.

So nice to see you, sir.
How nice of you to be with us tonight.

Wait a minute, come on.

You could afford better wine than this.
This is what honest judges drink.

Hey, Pauly. What do you say, Paul?
How are you? You look good.

You lost some weight? We can fix that.

Hey, Tony! The risotto is delicous.

Frankie, thank you very much.

You know, that's my grandmother's recipe
and she's in heaven,

so you're never going to get
to tell her that.

I'll see you.

- It's the happiest I've ever seen him.
- I know.

I've never been more frightened
in my life.

It's the best table in the house.

It was Frank Sinatra's table.

- There you go.
- Thank you very much.

Enjoy.

Let me know if you need anything.

Other restaurants call me...
begging, "Tony, please...

don't serve your Bolognese,
it's too delicious. It's not fair."

- May I speak with you?
- Yeah.

Excuse me, I have to confer
a moment with my partner.

Hey, one second.

Tell Holly, more lemon.

Partner, I've got to tell you.

- I love saying that.
- Did you take the tax off this bill?

Let me see that.
That's alright, don't worry about it.

Uncle Sam can do without his nine percent.

As a matter of fact, Uncle Sam cares a lot
about his nine percent.

It was Wendell Kirk.

Wendell gave you your first haircut.
I can't charge him full freight.

It's an infraction.

Son, it's opening night.
Everything's legal on opening night.

Give that finger of yours a rest.

Stuffed artichokes,
let me tell you about them.

Guess what just turned up?
The satchel.

- The satchel?
- From the restaurant. From the night of.

Sanitation found it, stuffed behind
a dumpster on Vinton Street.

Get this? It's all there.

The credit cards, the cash...

The jewely's still MIA,

but nothing's been pawned or sold.

I can't figure it,
what kind of robbery was this?

I'm sorry.
I thought I was at a police station.

Everyone's wearing badges.
That's what confused me.

What is that?

A citation from the Health Department.

A citation.

A citation.

Is it a citation?

Yes, it's a citation.

When I was in high school,

I knew what I wanted to be
when I grew up.

I wanted to be not my father.

That was my goal.
I dedicated my life to it.

- And you did it.
- I did it. Yes.

My father was over here, lying,
and cheating, and doing god-knows-what,

and I was over here in my world,
being not him.

Now...

I'm getting certified mail, and warnings,
and citations mailed to the two of us.

I'm in it with him.

We're in the swamp.

Together.

You're swamp mates.

We're swamp mates.

How did this happen?

A customer who was in the restaurant
just sent me an MP3 file.

She was on the phone
when the bus boy got shot.

The whole thing is recorded
on her sister's voicemail.

Is that Russian?

It's actually Lithuanian.
It's from a country called...

Lithuania.

It took me awhile to translate.
I wrote it down...

It's here somewhere.

Alvin.

Hey.

- Nothing much. Did you get them?
- Ryan.

For the whole weekend?

It's Comic Con.

Great.

What about Sunday?

- That's the Deadpool panel.
- Ryan.

- That's the whole reason we're going.
- Okay.

Alright. You know what?

Alvi.

Hey.

I have to go.

My phone is in my boss's pants.

Call me later.

- Not cool, man.
- The two guys at the restaurant.

- What were they saying?
- Here it is.

"No, not him, the other one."

Other one?

"No, not him, the other one."

Wait, what are you talking about?
You saying it wasn't random?

We think they were after the busboy.

The rest of it, the robbery,
was just a diversion.

- They were after the busboy?
- It would explain his wallet.

They opened it, but didn't take anything.
Maybe they were checking his ID?

Why, was he in trouble?
Did he owe money?

No.

Was he dealing?

No, he was a good kid.
No enemies, no priors.

He was working his way
through Divinity School.

Yeah, he was an Eagle Scout.
He had more merit badges than TJ.

He started young.

- Actually, he started when he was 11.
- When was his birthday?

You know what? It doesn't matter.
Not a contest. We can't find the motive.

That's the bottom line.

He might have been afraid of something.
On the morning he was killed,

he bought a plane ticket back to Bogota.

Let me ask around here.
Maybe somebody knows something.

Actually, Dad, while I have you.

This is from the Health Department.
This is a citation.

Yeah, but it's a blue citation.
It's just a warning.

It's nothing, you know?

It's like a parking ticket,
you just ignore it.

Excuse me?

Restaurants get thousands
of these every year, you know?

You wouldn't understand
because you're not in the business.

I am in the business,
we're partners, remember?

Excuse me, I'll be back.

Maybe, I can stop off, on my way home
and buy you a spine?

What are you, 5'10?

Minestrone! How do they prepare that?

I'm 5'11.

Sure.

How are you? Good to see you.

Who are these guys?

Board of directors, Deutsche Bank,
they're waiting for table seven.

The heavy hitters.

They all want Sinatra's table.

Right there.

Yeah.

Got to make sure you get every crumb.

This your first restaurant?

No.

Is this your first table cloth?

I think it is. Yeah.

I have an idea about the case,
is that okay?

Of course, could use all the help
we can get.

This whole time,
we've been looking for a motive...

but what if there wasn't a motive?
What if it was a mistake?

Have you guys seen the first Terminator?

Terminator 1.

Arnold Schwarzenegger
comes from the future

to kill a lady named Sarah Connor.

But all he knows is her name.
He doesn't know what she looks like,

so he starts killing a bunch of ladies
named Sarah Connor.

So, what are you saying?

What if the Lithuanian dude

were sent to kill Porfirio Santini,

but they killed
the wrong Porfirio Santini.

And maybe, just maybe, the real...

Porfirio Santini is still out there.

And the Lithuanian dudes
are going to realize their mistake...

and kill him too.

Let's stop and see if we can
come up with a stupider idea.

Anybody?

Hey, Porfirio,
some guys are looking for you.

What guys?

Some foreign guys, maybe Russian?

They're out front.

Hey, you okay?

This is it.

They found me. They finally found me.

Man, what'd you do?

I know too much. I've seen too much.

Porfirio!

All points bulletin.

Assault with a deadly, attempted homicide.

Read the victim's name.

Porfirio Santini. Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

So I was right. He had the same name.

They killed the wrong guy.

Looks like it.

So I solved the case.

It's possible.

Could I get a gun?

No.

- Not in this lifetime.
- No.

If he's issued a gun,
we'd have to evacuate the whole city.

The second Mr. Santini,

that is the real Mr. Santini,

is at St. Barnabas.

He's out of surgery, serious, but stable,
we can see him tomorrow.

You want to talk to him?

You better take it,
I have to be back at the restaurant.

- Is there a problem?
- My father was right.

The citation we got last week
was just a warning, wasn't serious.

These are serious.

The magnificent David Gardner
would sit right there,

and this seat was reserved
for the "Chairman of the Board".

Of what company?

No, that's what they called Mr. Sinatra.

The chairman of the board.

Well, that's what they call me too.
Except, I'm the real thing.

Good thing Frank's not around,

he might straighten you out
on that one.

Yeah, okay.

Alright guys,
excuse me a second. Enjoy.

Cheers.

What are you doing?

Food needs to be
six inches off the ground.

That's an infraction.

You can't store eggs next to a salad.
Infraction.

The sink's clogged. Infraction.

Unwashed contact surface.

Infraction.

- Dirty towels, trash cans in the kitchen.
- Where are you getting all this?

The Health Department,
you might've heard of it.

I've read this entire binder.

Doesn't look so bad,
you only circled a couple of things.

Those are the rules
we haven't broken, Dad.

What the hell is that?

I brought that in.
It's a practice dummy for the staff.

In case somebody's choking.

I should have asked him
to partner with me.

He never would have agreed.
He's got too much sense.

- Is he smoking?
- That's okay, he's not a customer.

He's the chef.

That's worse.
He's preparing the food, Dad.

That is worse.

Holly makes the best stuffed artichoke
in the city. He's an artist.

People drive down from Boston.

If he wants to smoke,
we're gonna let him smoke.

Holly, you're going to have
to put that out.

- How come nobody listens to me?
- Maybe it's the hair net.

Aren't you worried?
What if the health inspector comes?

- They'll shut this place down.
- Nobody's getting shut down.

I know the health inspector,
Desmond Farrelli.

We have a relationship.

What kind of relationship?

A very warm relationship.

Are you bribing the health inspector, Dad?

Welcome to the big city.

Hang on a second.

Speak of the Devil.

Hey, Des. What's happening?

Were your ears burning?
We were just talking about...

What?

When?

Yeah, I understand.
Thanks for the heads up.

What did you do?

What?

That's my guy. He's been reassigned.

They're sending another inspector
down here. What did you do?

I emailed the supervisor.

- What supervisor?
- At the Health Department.

- Why?
- To get an extension,

- to bring our kitchen up to code.
- Are you mental?

I mean, you put us on their radar.

We're on their radar.

They're going to hire
a real grown-up inspector,

who will come down here
and shut us down!

Not necessarily, you know,
we could just fix everything.

It can't be done, Anthony!

Look at this!

There's like 200 pages here.

There must be a thousand regulations.

It can't be done!

Here. Look, you see?

Am I crazy? Here, you talk to him,
because I give up.

And please, lose the hair net.

If I do, it's an infraction.

Mr. Santini, I'm Detective Vasquez,
All-City Homicide.

How you feeling?

I, ID.

ID? Yes, of course.

I just have a couple of questions.

The men who shot you,
do know who they were?

Don't ask.

Sir, I have to ask, that's my job.

It doesn't matter.

I'm a dead man.

- That's not true, we can protect you.
- Who?

You? You and that guppy out there?

No, they'll find me.

They'll never stop.

I know too much.

About what, what do you know?

If you don't help us we can't help you.

I can tell you this.

Whatever you thinking right now...

and whatever you imagine
that this is about...

...you're wrong.

It's bigger.

Call Delgetti. We'll need more men.

Holy, can you...

Do you...

Okay.

Taxi!

Dolores.

Dolores.

Please.

No.

Dolores.

Dolores.

Dolores? How is he spelling it?

He's not spelling it, Ryan,
he's talking in his sleep.

His mother's name was Camilla.
He has a sister named Miriam.

I don't see any Dolores here at all.

Hold on. I have an idea.

It's kind of a long shot,

but my friend, Corey Zweibel,

has invented a machine
that can see into people's dreams.

It's not like 100 percent accurate, but...

Hello?

- We got disconnected.
- That must happen a lot.

It does.

It happens all the time.

Hey, Joe, how's it going?
See you.

Dad.

I know you're still mad.

Anyway, look,
I've been crunching the numbers.

Look.

We can make the mandated repairs.
We could fix the freezer.

We can buy a new warming oven.
We can report our income, even the cash.

We're still good.

We won't be rich,
but we can keep the doors open.

Where'd you get that book?

From your office.

What's that?

That's the other book, the real book.

- We have two sets of books?
- At least.

Oh.

Oh!

- This is different.
- Isn't it though?

The party's over, kid.
We've got to close up shop.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I know how much this place means to you.
I know you...

- You still think I'm partly responsible...
- Partly responsible?

You know what? Wait a minute...
Why am I apologizing?

You're the one with two sets of books.

You're the one putting water
in the scotch,

and telling Wendell Kirk
to go threaten Yelp reviewers.

Well, a real partner would've looked
the other way.

True, a partner would've...

but a son wouldn't.

I can't, Dad...

because I love you,

and I want you to be a better man.

No. No, that's not fair.

- What?
- That better man stuff.

Your mother used to say stuff like that.

- Now, what are you doing?
- What?

- You know what, cut it out.
- I'm not doing anything.

You're reminding me of her,
cut it out.

I'm just sitting here.

I mean it TJ, stop it.

- I can't help it, Dad...
- I'm serious.

- What do you want me to do?
- I'm gonna count to three.

- Want me to move...
- One...

- Want me to look...
- Two...

Tony. TJ. You know Chuck Everett.

Of course, the Prince of Wall Street.
How you doing? How was your lunch?

Excellent as always. Bravissimo.

Jocelyn mentioned the two of you

may have hit some turbulence
with this place which doesn't surprise me,

especially, being a new venture and all.

Chuck manages
a rather successful hedge fund.

Rather successful?

That's like calling the 61' Yankees
rather successful.

No, I read the papers.

The last two years, this guy's been
beating the market by 20 points.

- Nobody knows how he does it.
- My secret is simple.

I'm a lucky son of a bitch.

And I like to share my good fortune
with friends

and people that I respect. So...

If you're looking for an infusion,
I'd like to invest $800,000 in cash.

Invest?

You mean like? In us?

Wait a minute.
What kind of cut you looking for?

Thirty, 40 percent?

I was thinking more along
the lines of 5 percent. After expenses.

I'm not looking
to change a thing here.

It's your restaurant, it's your vision.
But the truth is...

I can't afford to let
this place go under.

I'm in love with your mushroom ravioli.
It's like a drug, I love it!

You know, that was the plan all along.

Good. So... Let's make this happen.

Alright? My office
is right across the street.

Why don't you come see me?
Ten o'clock, tomorrow.

I look forward to seeing you.

I forgive you.

Mr. Santini, how are you feeling?

Do you want to tell me about Dolores?

- How do you know that name?
- You talk in your sleep.

You got family? You got people you love?

Forget that name. You hear me?

For your own good.

Forget that name.

His blood pressure, please.

Forget the name.

He FDA will approve it.

These tests are just a formality.

I know Kensing
and half the board of directors.

They're waiting for us
to pull the trigger.

Who are we listening to?

That was yesterday, 1:30 p.m.

Wilson Conley from JP Morgan

and the CTT of Kenzing Pharmaceuticals.

Sounds like
they're planning a hostile bid.

They'll probably announce
Monday morning.

What's it worth?

Information like this?

If I'm smart...

Which you are.

- ...and careful...
- Which you are.

Fourteen million.

And only four people in the world
know about it.

The two of them...

and the two of us.

Why do I feel like
we just won the lottery?

Like I said, everyone wants to sit
at Sinatra's table.

It's the gift that keeps on giving.

Right, but let's be careful.
We don't need any more curious busboys.

Porfirio wasn't curious.

He was unlucky.

Do you think about him?
Do you think about having him killed?

No.

I think about us.

We need to keep our eye on the prize.

Your meeting with Tony and his son
later today, and we cannot afford...

to have that restaurant go under.

I understand,
but it's not that easy.

Big Tony and his son are the worst
businessmen I've ever met in my life.

One's a compulsive thief,
the other's... pathologically honest.

The crook and the shnook.

I can't believe they haven't killed
each other by now.

Detective. This just arrived.

What is it?

It's a search warrant.
I'm checking his apartment.

Should I stay here?

Well, not right there.
I've got to get out the door.

Oh, right.

Okay.

Thank you, by the way.

Don't thank me yet.

Here you go.

He's into the weather.

He's into insanity.

Dolores. Come here, Dolores.

Sit.

Sit.

That's a good girl.

Good girl, Dolores.

Oh my God.

Dolores is a dog?

A seven year old collie,
that lives next door.

Porfirio's convinced...

the neighbor's dog
can control the weather.

Can it?

No.

Thank God.

Porfirio number two, is a lunatic.

He's a paranoid schizophrenic,

emphasis on paranoid.

And schizophrenic.

Emphasis on both.

Crazy or not,
someone did try to kill him.

Same two bangers that killed the busboy.
They used the same gun. Ballistics match.

There's definitely a connection.

Any ideas?

I have a couple...

but...

they don't make any sense.

- Take care, Joe. See you.
- Bye Tony.

What, no goodbye?

Hey.

You want me to lock up?

No, please.

Please don't. Don't. No, please don't! No!

No... No, I'm fine. You go ahead,
get some sleep.

- Okay.
- Okay.

TABLE 7 MICROSOFT CEO
TABLE 7 FARMERS BANK

- Who are these guys?
- Board of directors, Deutsche Bank.

They're waiting for table seven.
The heavy hitters.

They all want Sinatra's table.

For two years, this guy's beat
the market by 20 points.

Nobody can figure out
how he does it.

My secret is simple.
I'm a lucky son of a bitch.

We can't find the motive.
That's the bottom line.

Maybe, he was afraid of something?
On the morning he was killed,

he bought a plane ticket back to Bogota.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been five weeks
since my last confession.

Maybe you remember,

I was seeing a woman
named Belinda Mannix?

Yeah, the model who hired the hitman.

You remember that?

Yeah, she was a model who hired a hitman.
It was a rather unique problem.

Yeah, well it turns out it wasn't as...
as unique as we thought, Father...

Here's the thing, I...

I bought a restaurant...

and I love it.

I'm so proud of it.

I think it's...

as close to Heaven
as I'll probably ever get.

See, I thought you might argue
with me there.

Go on.

I recently learned that my restaurant
is being used as a front.

A front?

Yes, some criminals have...

planted a microphone...

at this particular table
and they've been listening in...

getting stock tips,

and inside information.

And that's not all. They...

They killed a busboy.

- They killed a busboy?
- Or had him killed.

Here's the thing...

One of these criminals, is my new partner.

I've taken a large chunk of money
from him and...

if I turn him in...

I'll lose my restaurant.

So, I think you could see my problem.

I can't. If they killed
a man, you have to turn him in.

I know, it's a real dilemma.

- It's not, I'm telling you what to do.
- I agree. It's impossible.

There's no right answer.

- There is a right answer.
- It's such a grey area.

It's not a grey area.

Bottom line, Father Kokesh.
What would you do, if you were me?

I would turn them in.

Father...

with all due respect.

I don't think you heard the question.

What would you do, if you were me?

Anthony, let me ask you a question.

What would Connie do?

You still up?

Yeah. No rest for the wicked.

There's some piccata in the fridge.

I'm good, I...

grabbed something.

Kid, we own a restaurant,
stop buying dinner.

We've hit a wall in this busboy thing.

Can I talk to you?

Cop to cop?

Cop to cop?

Sure.

We have two victims.

Both have the same name,
Porfirio Santini.

One's a busboy from Bogota,

the other one's a...

nut job from Mars.

Here's what I can't get past.
They were both shot with the same gun.

Why would any professional do that?

They'd know we'd run a ballistics test
and connect them.

I think they wanted us
to connect them.

Ryan floated this theory...
based on the Terminator movie.

We thought he was crazy,
until the next morning...

Ten hours later...

they shot the nut job.

So, we started to focus on the nut job,
we stopped looking at the busboy.

Aha!

It's as if the killers...
knew what we were thinking.

As if they heard us talking.

Maybe, there's a leak?

In my department?

Who? Loomis? Ryan?

No. Impossible.

Maybe... someone overheard you?

Another cop.

We weren't in the squad room,
we were in the restaurant at table seven.

Maybe... they heard you!

Maybe, table seven is bugged.

Maybe, there's a secret transmitter

in the base
of the Frank Sinatra microphone,

and, maybe, Chuck Everett and Jocelyn
have been monitoring it for months.

Maybe.

Cop to cop.

Wake him up.

I don't care what time it is,
wake him up.

You tell him this is the biggest
insider-trading case

in the history of the SEC.

No, not on the phone. No.

Tell him to meet me here.

Yeah, I'll be here for two more hours.

Okay.

- He's meeting with the SEC.
- How much does he know?

Even a little is too much,

we have to move fast.

Make the call.

NYPD! Drop your weapons, on your knees!

Do it now!

Drop your weapons, slowly.

On your knees, let's go!

- Gun.
- Cuff him.

- Hands.
- Come here.

- Got him.
- Are you okay?

Yeah...

I'm good.

I'm good.

That's one dead dummy.

Well, I'm glad they got the right dummy.

We'll have to replace the chairs.

Not only that.

They shot up $70,000 worth of liquor.

They shot up $40,000 worth of liquor.

They shot up $20,000 worth of liquor.

They shot up ten...

I cannot work with you.