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All right,
all right.

Listen up, everyone.

I know most of you
are wondering how the hell

in the world Russ Vandenberg

got promoted

to Detective First Grade.

I've been wondering

the same thing myself. So,

given the hook I have
down at One PP,

Commissioner Reagan.

Careful, I'm
taking names.

The commissioner,
he gave me this.

It's blank, Reagan.

It's not blank,

it's invisible ink.

What it says
is that

though the proud people
of Russ's Dutch heritage

have been
around New York

since day one,

but they've
actually been

underrepresented
amongst the ranks of the NYPD.

Which could be
a problem if, say,

you need someone to hold back

a flood by sticking a finger
in a dike.

So,

the commissioner

has personally
instituted

an affirmative action
program

and Russ

- is our official poster boy.
- Yeah!

To Detective First Grade
Russ Vandenberg.

- Proost!
- Proost!

Thanks, man.

Congrats.

Ellen?

Why don't you come in?

I'm gonna wait out here.

For what?

Russ.

He won't return
my calls or texts.

What's wrong?

You know anything about AA?
The 12 Steps?

I know enough.

Steps eight and nine are:

“identify who you hurt

because of your drinking
and make amends.”

Right. And that's what you want

to do with Russ tonight?

An innocent woman is in prison

on account of a questionable
collar we made.

He needs to help me
set it right.

He's had a few to drink,
he's celebrating.

You're never gonna get what
you want out of him tonight.

We have to set this right.
Me and him.

And you will.

Maybe tomorrow. Okay?

Not tonight.

Now let me drive you home.

Come on.

So, you've given us, what,

five places you don't want
your retirement party.

Six, if you count go-kart racing
in Jersey City.

Oh, Garrett just
threw that one in

'cause he knows
you like to go there.

I don't want a retirement party.

You got to. Think of all
the guys you'd be letting down.

It's just one of those things
you got to do.

I don't want to retire.
It is what it is,

you might as well go out with
a bang and an open bar, right?

I'm afraid I'm not gonna be
as easy as that.

- Oh.
- Travis.

It's mandatory.

The eve of your 63rd birthday.

It's a civil rights violation,
if it came to that.

Not that it's gonna
come to that.

Well, then,
you're making an exception.

Oh, come on,
how many

exceptions have I given you?

What do you mean?

It means you're long
over your limit.

Well, name one.
This, for one thing.

I get razor bumps.

But I never asked
for a doctor's note.

Name one real exception.

Travis, you do not want
to walk out the door

kicking and screaming.

What if it was you, Frank?

What if they tossing you
to the curb, what,

because of some date
on your birth certificate?

Not an issue for me,
I'm not a cop anymore.

Then it is an issue.

You're a good top cop because

you can still walk miles
in a cop's shoes.

He knows we cut corners.
We talked about it,

agreed not to bring up
the problem with the case

unless anyone asked
and no one did.

And this directly led to this
Cerise Paxton's conviction?

Yes.

She had a long record already.
Russ painted it as one of those

“you know she's guilty
of something” things.

He wanted that murder collar,
he was in a hurry up the ladder.

And you?

I was drinking
a quart of vodka a day

and eating oxys
like peanuts.

I needed him to cover me.

There's not a cop in the world,
at least none that I know,

who are gonna give up
their entire career

over one questionable collar.

You would.

If the person went away
for a murder

they didn't commit.

Look, you want my advice?

If you really want to press
this, you're gonna have to

talk to Internal Affairs.
Maybe they'll listen.

I don't want to jam Russ up.
I just want to make this right.

I don't think you can get one
without the other.

Okay, Danny.

Thanks anyway.

Hey, I called dibs on
the last jelly donut.

Uh, you can't call dibs.

- Can, too.
- Says who?

Says her.

And who died
and made her boss?

Welch, come on.

Finders keepers.
Don't be a dick.

Guys, it's just a donut, let's
not make a beef of this, too.

Rookies should be seen
and not heard.

You okay?

Mmm. Mmm.

Welch, what up?

Shave cream?
What?

You put shave cream
in my donut?

No, it must have just gone bad.

Donuts don't go bad.

This means war.

Morning, Baez.

Comfortable?

Sergeant Bannon,
Internal Affairs.

I, uh...

I need a couple minutes.

Well, the boss ain't in.
Why don't we go in his office?

So where'd you take
Ellen Turner last night?

Witnesses put her
in your car

leaving the racket
for Detective Vandenberg.

Witnesses?

People saw you.

You saying they didn't?

What's this about?

Her son says
she didn't come home last night.

And then she left a message,
also last night, for IA,

said to expect her
at 8:00 this morning,

said it was urgent.
She never showed up.

So, you tell me,
what's this all about?

Don't know.
Gave her a ride home.

I used to know her, we
talked about the job.

That's it.
That's it?

Yeah, that's it.

I mean, did I watch
her walk in the door?

No. I drove off.

She say she was planning
to meet someone?

Any plans at all?

Not that she told me about.

Uh-huh.

What does that mean? “Uh-huh”?

I'm just looking
for something helpful.

Well, I swear to you,
I'm trying to be helpful.

I don't know how much you know
about former Detective Turner,

but she's lead
kind of a complicated life.

Yeah, I gathered that.

Okay. Has this turned into
a missing persons case?

Not yet.

I mean,
it wouldn't be the first time

she didn't make it home.

If you know what I'm saying.

But I'll reach out
and see if I can find her.

Let me know
if you find anything.

♪ Blue Bloods 7x18 ♪
A Deep Blue Goodbye
Original Air Date on March 31,

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@elder_man

Because

changing the law would have to
go through the state legislature

and attorney general's office.

Albany block your number?

More or less.

Dad...

Run it by some
of your friendlies,

see if you can get any traction.

- I can tell you...
- Try first.

Kind of like
a stay of execution.

Mandatory retirement is
hardly the same as execution.

It is to some guys.

It is to Travis Jackson.

It would be to me.

Maybe you two need
some perspective.

Or maybe Albany does.

How so?

Maybe the law's
out of date.

I mean, 63 today is not the
same age as it was 50 years ago.

Okay.

For argument's sake, what should
be the mandatory retirement age?

Whatever I say it is.

Okay, now we're
getting somewhere.

Well, higher than 63.

See what you can do?

I can already see
what I can do,

- and it's not much, but I...
- Sorry.

Hi, Erin. I didn't know you were
gracing the fourteenth floor.

We're trying to find
a way to keep all cops

under his thumb
past the age 63.

Well, you got company.

Frank, Travis Jackson's filing
an age-discrimination lawsuit

against the NYPD.

I already said she didn't call.

- Text?
- No.

When was the last time

you talked to her?

I don't know.
After school,

- or maybe before.
- What are you

trying to hide here, Richie?

Come on. There's something
you're not telling us.

Look, she came home.

She went out again later,
but she came home.

She did come home.

Okay, what else?

Russ came by.

Detective Vandenberg came by?
Yeah.

Why did you lie
to Internal Affairs about that?

He and Mom had a fight.

Something about some woman they
put away, Mom thinks wrongly.

A fight fight,
like a physical fight?

- He put his hands on your mom?
- No.

Russ would never.
Just yelling.

He took off. About ten minutes
later, Mom did, too.

Why do you feel

like you have to protect Russ?

I'm not protecting him.
He didn't do anything.

Whatever you're doing.

He's never been anything

but great to me,
and-and I thought maybe

if I did him a solid,
he'd come around again more.

He used to come around when
your mom was on the job?

All the time.

That better be Mom.

It's Detective Vandenberg.

Hey, Russ. You seen my mom?

Russ.

Hey, it's Danny Reagan.

Listen, Ellen's been MIA
since last night.

No, no, what's gonna happen next

is you and me are gonna sit down
and talk privately.

Where are you?

All right. Yeah, I'll meet you
there in an hour.

Coogan's, yeah, one hour.
All right.

What kind of truce?

Any kind. I don't like
walking around here,

waiting for a lousy surprise.

We get enough of that
out on the street.

What'd you have in mind?

We take them out for
drinks after our tour.

We bury the hatchet.

Matter of fact,
what is the hatchet?

What do you mean?

I mean, who started
it? Us or them?

Him. He put sushi
in your locker.

Right, okay, all right, well,
we got him back already.

Not her.
I don't know if she's all in.

She's just a rookie.

Officers Reagan and Janko.
Yeah.

Sarge?

Sergeant Bond, Fleet Services.

I want to thank you
for volunteering

for the NYPD Green Vehicle
pilot program.

Volunteering for...?

A smaller carbon footprint
starts with a single step.

Oh, sorry, I...

we didn't...

Didn't give it a second thought

when we heard
about the opportunity.

Vehicle's out
in the back lot.

Let's go get acquainted.

'Cause if we called Welch out,

we'd likely have IA
down on all of us.

This sucks.

All units, 10-53,
drivers in dispute.

Intersection 20th and 12th.

12 David,
show us responding.

Hey!

Hey, back off
from each other!

Back off!

Back off of each other!

Get out of my face.
Get out of my face.

Drop the bat!

Relax!

Y'all can't be real cops.

Yes, we are.
What, driving that thing?

Hey!

Our car!
Where's his medallion?!

Come on!

Get off the car!
Listen, he needs medallion.

Get off the car!
Back up!

Back up, back up!

Sit down. Central, 12 David.

Requesting a 10-85 forthwith
at this location...

We argued, yeah.

What she's asking me
to do is nuts.

Okay, but is it nuts and
the right thing or just nuts?

Risk losing my shield
for some career criminal

doing another stint in prison?

It's a manslaughter rap.

I didn't convict her.

I mean, I didn't sentence her,
neither did Ellen.

You gathered the evidence, you
built the case, you testified.

That's what we do.

100% legit?

- What, the collar?
- Yeah.

I'll stand behind it
all day long.

Well, Ellen's not
standing behind it.

She thinks it's slanted.

Ellen was pretty slanted herself
most of the time.

She got sober.

And I'm happy for her,
but it doesn't mean

she gets to go
through our cases,

looking for good deeds
she can do.

What's her beef?

Come on. Danny.

Do you want me on your side?

What's her beef?

Cerise Paxton had a mole.

Here.

Okay.

When I showed the eyewitness
a photo array,

I forgot to ink little moles
on the other five filler photos.

So, yeah,
you want to stretch

a perp's rights
all the way to Alaska?

It could be considered
a slightly slanted ID.

- And that's it?
- That's it.

And not for nothing.

Cerise Paxton has a record

going back to age 12.

There's not a day in her life

where she did not break
some law somewhere.

Yeah, so if she's
not guilty of that,

she's guilty of something else.

Tell me you never
say that to yourself.

Reagan.

Are you kidding me?

All right.

I'll, uh, I'll meet you there
in a half an hour.

Harbor just fished Ellen's body
out of the East River.

Hey. Hey!

You're coming with me.

You went around me
and you jumped the gun.

Jumped the gun?
The date's a week from now.

You knew the retirement age
when you came on the job.

I also knew I was gonna die
when I was little.

It doesn't mean
I planned my own funeral.

Oh, come on, Travis.

I have earned my right
as a citizen, as a man,

as a cop who hasn't lost
a single step.

Look, I made an appeal
to Albany.

Don't hold your breath
and you know it.

Just give it a chance.

My family has been
in this country

since the 1840s.

I was ten before they passed
the Civil Rights Act.

Any breaks I caught in life,

I caught while
I was swimming upstream.

And now I'm 62.

I'm not about to start to just
going with the flow, understand?

No, I don't understand.

You're a smart man
on a fool's errand.

It's... It's nothing
against you, boss.

I believe you're gonna do
everything you can,

but rocking the boat
is not your style.

I am a good cop--
no, more than good,

and more valuable

for all the years I've been one.

I have earned
this right to fight.

You have also
earned the gratitude

and respect of this department.

Are you gonna throw
all that away

with a lawsuit
against this department?

Well, if I've earned it...

I guess it's up to me
how I spend it.

You don't want to listen.

I did listen,

but listening
isn't always agreeing.

If that's all, Commissioner.

Yeah. Dismissed.

There's no wounds

or evidence of trauma that
would indicate a struggle

or a jump from a bridge.

Okay, so what?

There was an empty eight ounce
flask found in her coat.

She stopped drinking.

Maybe she started again,
used the liquid courage

to take the plunge
and swim to the other side.

You know that?

Not until the tox panel
comes back, no,

just adding two and two.

She was real committed to AA.

Then I gladly stand corrected.

At any rate, air and water
temperature what it was,

she'd have slipped unconscious
in under three minutes.

Painless?

Pretty much.

Give us a second, okay?

You okay?

Not really.

Just, uh, thinking of her
going off like that.

Listen, here's what
you're gonna do.

You're gonna go
to Internal Affairs

and tell them everything.

About what?

About what Ellen was up to,
about your argument,

about everything.

You think I had something
to do with this?

It doesn't matter
what I think, all right?

You were with her last night,
which they were lied to about.

She wanted something from you
that you weren't gonna give

which you fought about.

That speaks to opportunity
and motive both.

Screw you, Reagan.

Russ.

Go get out ahead of this.

Look, if you're not
gonna go there

and tell them the truth,
I'll do it myself.

He really drinks
peppermint schnapps?

Legend has it.

What's this?

It's a peace offering.

Let's call it even.

How'd it go today?

Oh, about as humiliating
as you were hoping it'd be.

What do you say?

Truce?

You mean it?

Quit while we're all ahead.
What do you say?

Done.

Wait.

Might be a rookie,
but I wasn't born yesterday.

What?

It's a Mickey.
You think?

They're offering
you a truce out of thin air

by bringing you a drink
with who knows what in it?

It's peppermint schnapps.

Wow. You almost had me.

You really think we
would give a fellow cop

a drink with a Mickey in it?

Well, now that I
think about it...

It might've been
a war to you,

but it was just
a stupid feud to us.

We would never do that, man.

And you, shame on you.

Truce cancelled.

Screw both of you.

The governor at the time

vetoed pushing the
retirement age

without hesitation,
and since then,

no one has even
questioned it.

Certainly not this governor.
The state puts all

police departments
in the same basket.

So while a later retirement age
may work for a big city,

it may not for a small town with
a force of three to four cops,

who are already entrenched,
and not in a good way.

Any other way in?

It's not happening.

Certainly not
in the short term,

and especially not
on the wholesale level.

Retail?

To what end?

Just to please
Chief Jackson,

but piss off the
thousands of guys

that toed the line
and then retired

without filing suits?
Then there's that.

Don't rock the boat.

What?

Nothing.

Is this about the chief or you?

How could it be
about me?

Your own retirement.
What about it?

The fear of it.

I don't fear it.
I am looking forward

to hanging out
at the hardware store,

pestering the owner
about the placement

of the surveillance cameras.

Nice dodge.

Thank you.

And you're sure you're not
just trying to protect Russ?

Russ doesn't need
protecting from me.

Not typically.
Not ever.

There's nothing to say
about Russ except

he had my mom's back,
and mine, too,

and he's the last person
who would do her any harm.

I hear you.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course you can.

Was she drunk?

The toxicology--
the test where they would

be able to determine that,

it hasn't come back yet.

But you think what?

It really doesn't
matter what I think.

Come on. Please?

They found an empty flask
on her.

That's it?

A flask that would be used
to hold liquor in it,

and it was empty.

That flask has been empty
for nine months.

What do you mean?

That was what she took
her last drink out of.

She always had it on her.

Said it was her way
of keeping an eye on her devil.

Check this out.

A visitor's pass
from Bedford Correctional

from three days ago.

Ellen visited Cerise Paxton.

Why, do you think?

Yeah, she came to see me.

Said she wanted
to get me out of here.

She tell you why?

Said she thought she
and the other one

set me up, so...
Hmm.

You think that?

Don't matter what I think.
What this about?

She was found dead yesterday,
that's what it's about.

Well, you know I
couldn't have done it.

Did you get word to
anyone on the outside

that she thought
that the real killer

was still walking around free?

Stupid woman.

She talked foolish.

If she really to help me,
she should've brought me

chocolate and herb.
Come on.

Did you get word to
anyone on the outside?

What do you think,
we got cell phones?

Answer the question.

Or your manslaughter rap

is gonna become accessory
to cop killer.

Yeah, I got word.

Now, look, if Chollie Tosh
find out I held out on him,

I be praying they never
let me out.

Chollie Tosh.

He the one who committed the
murder you're in here for?

You must really think
I'm stupid.

Where can I find him?

You can't.

Him lay up in a different crib
all of the time.

You do realize that
corrections officers

don't take kindly
to cop killers either, right?

Now, you can act
all tough all you want,

but I promise you this.

They find out who
you're covering for,

you're gonna pray
that Tosh finds you first.

Look, Sunup and Sundown
always know where he at.

That's all I know them as.

He and she.
Sunup and Sundown.

Desmond Hill and Rita Brown.

Alias Sundown and Sunup.

Nah, Mon.

You certain?

Them no bother to me.

We didn't ask if
they bothered you,

just if you'd seen them.

Both.

Or neither.

Whichever you like.

Good day.

Yeah, good day
to you, too.

Well, that's strike 12.

Well, let's go see the super.

He's got to have those
surveillance tapes by now.

Yeah.

You know, maybe we shouldn't
show them as a pair anymore.

- Why?
- You know how it is with couples.

Sometimes you like one,
but not the other one.

I don't know.

Maybe we should
alternate 'em, you know?

I'd say we start
with Sundown.

He looks like somebody people
would want to get back at.

I was thinking Sunup does.

You think?
Yeah.

Not so much.

Police!

Drop it!
I said drop it!

Put it down.
You first.

Drop it!

Put the gun down right now.

Gun.
Okay.

Hey. Hey!

Look at me.
Look at me.

There are no cameras
in this elevator, okay?

So unless you want to end up
dead, like your girlfriend,

you're gonna tell me where
I can find Tosh right now.

Where is he?!

Hotel 8.

Motel 8?
Which one?

Which one?!
Hotel 8.

Hey. Hey!

He's gone.

Deputy Chief Jackson regrets
he can't make it in here.

What's that mean?

He's “up to his ears
out at SOD headquarters

and can't make time
to come in.”

So he's ducking a
request from this office.

Or he's just got
too much on his plate

to come all the way in
from Floyd Bennett Field.

Do you want me to clarify it
as a direct order?

I want to clarify it
as an appointment

for an apology... from me.

How do you want me to word that?

I don't.

Sir?

He said to me, rocking the boat
was not my style.

He didn't mean it
as a compliment.

It's not exactly an insult,
either.

I was raised
by a Roman Catholic,

with a cop for a father,

schooled by Jesuits,
then by the Marines,

and then I joined the NYPD.

The creed of every significant
relationship and organization

that informed my life...

could be boiled down to

toe the line, obey the rules...

And don't rock the boat.

You're the boss.

The boss isn't supposed
to rock the boat.

The boss is supposed
to steady the boat.

So I should always do
what I'm supposed to do.

Try him again and tell him

clam pies from Zingoni's Pizza
will be joining the meeting.

Tampering with food
and drink items?

Falsifying official
department records?

Internal Affairs takes this kind
of behavior very seriously.

Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.

Copy that.

Just for the record,

the tampering with the drink

accusation was false
and... proven to be so.

Your last name ain't Kryptonite
to me, Officer Reagan.

You understand that?
I got it.

Got it?
Copy that, boss.

So here's what's gonna happen,

and I already cleared this
with your CO.

Reagan, you're riding
with Patimkin.

Janko, you're riding
with Welch.

For the next 30 days.

We got no room
for Hatfields and McCoys

in this department,

and you are all dispensable,

and you are all interchangeable.

Do you copy that?

Copy that.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna
go change.

You notice how she didn't
respond to any of his barks?

Notice he didn't bust her on it?

She's an IA mole?

My partner's a rat.

Well, your partner, now.

Nothing we can
do about it.

Nope. Just got to eat it.

What do you mean
it's not a Hotel 8?

Well, when did they
change it to Kwik Stay?

Danny...

What do you mean they didn't?

Okay,

maybe I got some bad
information, I don't know.

Reagan?

Thanks. What?!

He wasn't saying “Motel 8.”

Then what was he saying?

He was saying “Hotel Hate,”
with an “H.”

A transcription
from a deposition

from a Tosh
foot soldier,

just last month.

Look.

“Where he goes
when things get hot

“is an old bus garage
in Red Hook.

They got the kitchen and
cots and all of that”.

Did he name the crib?

Uh, quote, “Tosh, he calls it
'Hotel Hate' 'cause he hates it

when he has to hole up there”"
Right.

But if the guy gave it up,

Tosh would know, and he'd
stay away from the place.

He's a C.I., he testified
in a sealed courtroom.

Okay, do we have an
address for the place?

894 Wolcott Street.

Okay, let's track down this C.I.

Your detail's
ready out front,

ride time out to
E.S.U. Headquarters

is about 40 minutes.

Is he still in his office?

Lieutenant Gormley's
giving his staff notice

that you're heading
out there.

Thank you.

I've allowed a
half-hour on site

and given the
mayor's office notice

that you may be late
to the reception.

Maybe we could we make
it a standing notice?

Afraid not, sir.

Boss, he's not there.

Chief Jackson is out
on the field with his men

getting ready to hit a location.
Where?

Waiting on word.

What's the operation?
A raid.

Jackson said, quote,

“I want to go out
at 90 miles an hour

with my hair on fire.”

They're forcing me
out next week.

Turning 63.

You'll be missed.

Not as much as
I'll miss this.

Hold on.

Mind if I'm the first man in?

Be my guest.

Go, go!

Commissioner.

As you were.

Sir.

Carry on.

Sir.

Carry on.

Chief Jackson.

How are you doing?

Better than the bad guys.

How's the leg?

Just nick in the leg.
It's more than a nick.

Lucky.

Nah.

Just good at my job.

And very lucky you didn't
cowboy your way

into a permanent retirement.

Detective Reagan had my back.

And can you tell him thanks
if you see him before I do?

I'll do that.

Nice to have a Reagan
have my back when it counted.

90 miles an hour
with your hair on fire?

That's how I roll.

So it's official, right?

Yes. Truce.

The Treaty
of the Twelfth Precinct.

Signed and sealed.

To be fair, that IA dick
did have a point.

You start getting tangled up
in the one-upping

with the pranks
and the practical jokes,

you're bound
to take your eye off the ball.

Easy there,
Girl Scout.

I'm just saying.

I'm so glad
you see it that way.

Richie. Hey.

Hey, Detective.

You can call me Danny.

Okay. Danny.
What's up?

I just wanted to come by
and see how you're doing.

Brought you this.

New game in the stores.
Figured you might like it.

Thank you.

Was this your mom's?

Well, I wish, but no.

Hey, Russ.

Hey, Danny.

I'll get the last load,
you start putting it away?

Copy that.

Thanks for
stopping by.

You bet.

What's this?

Well, I came clean with IA,

which got me modified
pending investigation.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah. It is what it is.

I've been there.
So I talked

to Richie, and we decided
I'd move in with him.

Wow.

Kind of help get us
both back on our feet.

Look at you.
In the spirit

of making amends...

Kid needs a parent.

And you're the guy
who was willing to step up.

That door was open, yeah.

Good for you.

Really.

Thanks, Danny.

I'll see you around.

I think I should be allowed
to make a statement.

Is there a record of this?

What do you mean?
Do you fill out

any kind of account or report

after the fact?

If you're gonna throw a punch,

there'll be paperwork.
Otherwise, no.

I'm not joking, Frank.

You want to say something
for the record?

Yes. That I'm retiring
under protest,

and seeking remedy

through legal action
against this department,

charging age discrimination.

Thank you for your service,
Chief.

Let's go. I'll walk you out.

You are leaving
under protest,

and threatening a lawsuit.

I will escort you
out of the building. Let's go.

Sir, your elevator is out.

Since when?
Since now.

You'll have to use the main.
Sorry.

We're gonna have
to take a little walk.

I came here on my own steam.
I can leave the same way.

By the by, if you're
suing the NYPD,

you're suing
the wrong people.

The retirement mandate
comes from state law.

You need to be suing Albany.

Oh, we're looking at that.

So are we.

You are?

Yes.

I'm having Legal look
into what we have to do

to remedy cases like yours.

Are you now?

Yes.

Ten-hut!

Just go with the flow
for once, will you?

The first thing you miss when
you leave the job is the action.

What are you gonna do when
you retire from One PP, Dad?

Just retire.
Ha!

Fat chance.

You wouldn't last a week.

Come on. Isn't there
something you've always

secretly wanted to do?
There is.

What?
Operative word-- secretly.

- I love my second career.
- Yeah?

What's your new career?

Being patriarch of this family.

What exactly does that entail?

Don't encourage him.

Using my vast experience

and accrued wisdom to point out

where you all are falling short.

What about you, Dad?
I'm gonna go into

the retirement business

with Mr. Jimmy Buffett.

What?
What?

I'm serious.

You realize there are millions
of baby boomers

right now cashing out,
and they're gonna

want a retirement
village of their own.

- Hmm.
- What better place than Margaritaville?

Mr. Buffett get back
to you on all this?

He doesn't know about it yet, but...

...I'm getting my ducks in a row.

What about you, Mom?
What do you want to do?

I'm gonna read every book

I haven't had time to,

and take wine-tasting
classes-- two a day.

Ah.
Wine o'clock.

Wildlife veterinarian
for the National Parks Service.

That's cool.
Read an article in National Geographic

when I was about ten,
never forgot it.

There you go.

Come on. What about you?

What'll you do when you retire?

Besides just being
a burden to my children?

I thought that
was a hobby.

Not that you're not good at it.

Thank you very much.

One thing I know for sure.

On Sundays, I'll be right here,

and I'll hope
all of you will be, too.

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