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It was not the proper forum.

Darlin'...

...it's election season.

Every forum's the proper forum.

Act accordingly.

Bo!

C'mere.

Smile.

A little to the left.

This is what you do all day?

Spy on beautiful women
in swanky restaurants?

Yeah, if you consider the finer
bodegas of Bensonhurst swanky.

We should do this more often. Figured
it was time you earned your keep.

Does that mean I get paid this month?
Yep. Soon as I see that phone bill.

He's my brother.
What do you want?

Send him a phone card.

Yeah, I should, right?

He doin' alright?

Y'know... Sing Sing ain't no
place for guys with good hearts.

Why'd the mayor call you, Billy?

Ah, she's grabbing her things.

Shit. What do I do? Calm down.
Look at me.

Smile. Thatta girl. Stand
up, get your coat.

Just keep smiling and talking, okay?
My heart is pounding, Billy.

Purse.

C'mere. Beat her to the door.

Then get across the street so you can
cover whichever direction she goes.

Call me when you got her. Okay.

Alright, you're my eyes. What do we have?
Uptown on Madison,

towards 45th. She dumped the
friend, picked up her bodyguard.

Alright, keep at her pace. No more
than two bodies between you, okay?

She's on the phone. She just took a call.
Blackberry?

It's a flip phone. Alright, I
need you to get in closer, okay?

Get me a name, Katy. A place,
a time, something, anything.

Okay. No, no, no, I...

I understand. So, uh,
what time, darling?

I'll be there. It's him, Billy.
She's arranging a meeting.

Alright, I got her.

Yeah.

I'll be there soon.

Alright, go. Ma'am?

Ma'am! Sorry, it's-i-i-it's yours.
I think you dropped this.

Yes, thank you. Ah,
you're welcome.

Looks like she's going to the Roosevelt.
Should we follow her?

No, she's gonna figure out
we were here soon enough.

We need to find out who
this number belongs to.

If he drives a Lexus,
we got our guy.

Welcome back to the Roosevelt, Mrs.
Hostetler.

Thank you, Kenny.

I got him. You got him?

Oh, I got him. And
it's good, Billy.

How good? Ugh... wondrous good.

Wondrous? What, they
teach you that at DeVry?

I go to Hunter, asshole. Oh!

Pardon me! It's a
sophisticated place, alright?

I got sophisticated friends. We read books.
We drink wine.

Really? Are you old
enough to drink?

Be surprised what I'm old enough to do.
Hey, easy, okay?

For example, I'm old
enough to vote.

And it might come of some
interest, when casting my ballot,

to know that Jack Valliant's
campaign manager,

a guy named Paul Andrews, is
fucking the mayor's wife.

Bullshit. And he drives a Lexus.

This is good.

It's borderline orgasmic, Billy.

Did you learn that
at Hunter, too?

Wouldn't you like to know?

This is not gonna go over
good with the mayor.

That is a cold bitch.

Your attention, please.

All luggage and parcels must
be attended at all times.

Any items left unattended...
Montauk. Round trip. Peak.

...will be removed
by and subject

to search by the M.T.A.
Police. Thank you.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Whoa!

How you lookin' against the kid?
The numbers are holding steady.

Steady? Yeah.

What the fuck does that mean? Steady
is a prelude to a shift. Okay?

In what direction?

The incumbent, Sam.

Always to the incumbent.

Really?

Ah!

Ah-hah!

A little slow, Nick. Yeah?

You just watch your ass,
I'll take care of mine.

Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder if you can.
It's like Griffith and Paret... in '62.

Emile Griffith and Benny
Paret, you remember that?

Yeah. So the kid is
Paret, I'm Griffith.

You mean you're the fag?

I am Griffith minus
the fag angle.

I'm holdin' back. I'm making
him think he's got it won.

And then comes the twelfth round, Sam.
You remember that?

Yeah.

The kill shot.

Fuck you.

So, Nick...

...I've got a half a million
sunk in your campaign...

...and a lot more
riding on the result.

So...

why don't you just tell me how
you're gonna win this thing.

We have dirt dropping on the news desks
of every paper and every network...

across this city tonight.

Will it stick? No, it won't
stick, it's all bullshit.

But it will smudge.

And that'll get the
undecideds thinking again,

and Sunday night at the
debate, I will put him away.

Well, you better, Nick.

You just better.

You know who you're voting for?

Nah, don't think I'll make it to the polls.
I usually try to vote for president, but...

President doesn't determine the
quality of life in Brooklyn, no?

How'd you know I
was from Brooklyn?

You just told me you
were from Brooklyn.

I'm in the business of
picking up on these things.

What are you, a private eye?

No. Private eye?

Private eyes still exist?

So what do you do, then?

I'm in politics.

So who do you recommend? Oh,
I recommend the new guy.

Ah, come on, he's too clean. New
York's this big, messy place.

Well, does it have to be? No, I mean,
it could be better, of course,

but it's been pretty good the
last few years under Hostetler.

So what do you do, then?
I work sanitation.

You clean up pretty
well for a garbage man.

I'm just doing it
to impress a lady.

Ah, it's always a lady.

Local 831?

Yeah, 15 years. Fifteen years.

You own a home?

In New York? Exactly.

So why is it that you, a union man -
and I take it a native New Yorker -

why is it that you don't own
your own home in the city?

Yet every Bernie and Gordon who get
off this fuckin' train with an MBA

and low to no scruples,
they own one.

They own one in the city
and one on the island.

So where is yours?

I'm just saying.

So you own a house out here?
No...

No.

No, don't get me wrong, I like the water
and the sand and the grass, but no.

The only thing better than getting outta
that damn city is going back to it.

Nah, just about everything and
anyone I love is in that city.

The next and final
stop will be Montauk.

All passengers must depart
the train at Montauk.

Please be sure to gather all...
Nice talking to you.

Yeah, you, too.

Oh, shit.

Taggart Agency.

Were you on the other line? No,
I'm trying to save your business.

Y'know, I don't get to say this
too often, but you were right.

Really?

The mayor's wife is fucking
the campaign manager.

Told you. Call the mayor,

tell him I got some pictures.
Okay.

And stay off the fuckin' phone.
I wasn't a...

Ryan, I wouldn't even be in this
movie if it wasn't for you.

So thank you. That was
really sweet. Mm.

This guy right here, we
got a real civilian here.

C'mon, William, tell us.
Wh-what do you do, uh...

I-I don't do anything important. I
take pictures. It's... very boring.

Oh, shit. You're not
paparazzi, are you?

No.

I actually, uh... mostly
stick to real people, so...

Billy is a private investigator.
He used to be a cop.

Get outta here. You serious?
Is that how you two met?

You promised not to write her a
ticket if she goes out with you.

Yeah, something like that.

Well, details, details, tell us everything.
Come on, Billy, details.

How'd a guy like you end up
with a girl like Natalie?

A guy like me? Ah,
I can't imagine

you were too big on the theatre.
This is you guys' party.

Let's talk about your movie.
I'd rather hear about that.

No. No one leaves this table
without singing the blues, Billy.

Natalie, you gotta pick up the slack here.
How did you meet this charming guy?

Billy was a friend of the family.
Ah, so you guys lived

in the same neighbourhood, or...?
He worked by where I lived.

So you fell in love with the
neighbourhood policeman?

C'mon.

We were just a bunch of broke Puerto
Ricans that nobody gave a damn about.

And Billy was good to us.
Barrow?

Is that Puerto Rican?

It's actually Barea.

Nat... Natalie Barea.

Natalia. That actually has
nice little ring to it.

Yeah. Okay, you changed it

so you could play more Anglo?
No.

I changed it because...

I was tired of going
into auditions

and the first question out of
the casting director's mouth

was if I was related
to Yesenia Barea.

Who's that?

My sister. Is she
famous or somethin'?

Yeah. Her face was in all the
papers about seven years ago.

Nat. Please, don't...
Beautiful 16-year-old girl

found raped and beaten to death in an
abandoned apartment in Bolton Village.

Billy was good to us.

It was a really hard time and...

...he made it better.

Well, sure, that's because you like
to accuse anyone who doesn't agree

with letting the rich off scot-free
of engaging in class warfare

when in reality you know full
well what real class warfare is:

Stealing the homes of working
people in Bolton Village,

and handing them over at a cut
rate to an investment bank.

That, sir, is real
class warfare.

Well, maybe where you
grew up in Connecticut,

$3 billion is
considered cut-rate,

but here in New York City,

$3 billion is considered a lot of money
that can solve a lot of problems.

All due respect, you don't solve problems
by bending over for billionaires.

Oh, I may bend over for
billionaires, but, you know what?

You come from a
long line of 'em.

And, by the way, how
are the renovations

coming on that $4 million
townhouse of yours

over in Brooklyn Heights? You
want my house, too? Take it.

I'm upside-down on my mortgage
like the rest of this city.

Because the system has been
rigged by men like you.

Fuck, that's good. Yeah?

I like that. You make that stick,
you pull undecideds off the fence.

Okay.

Alright. We need that moment.
Paul.

You know that, uh, "Senator, you
are no Jack Kennedy." That moment.

And it's got to be
Bolton Village-related.

I'm telling you, it's good.
You stick to the issues,

people will see the difference
between the two of you.

It's not clean enough, Paul.

It's gotta be clean-cut. He's got
this clear line of attack on me.

I'm the rich Connecticut carpetbagger.
What the hell is he?

He's out of a job come Tuesday if
you stick to the fuckin' issues.

You're missing the point!
He's a crook!

I need to be able
to hammer that home

when he taunts me and pokes
at me about my family money,

Harvard and all the rest of it. I need
to be able to lay his fat ass flat!

You, sir, are a crook and a liar!
And if he tries

to challenge me to prove it, I pull
out that glorious piece of paper

you said you'd provide and
I start reading out loud.

Let's take 10. Can I talk
to you for a minute?

Alright, so what's
your problem, Jack?

The Daily News is
my problem, Paul.

The Post, the Times, they're
all the same. Pick one.

We got Hostetler backing up a
dump-truckload of shit on me

and our campaign's coming up with
piss-all by the way of pushback.

I thought that's what
Montauk was all about.

What happened to that
source of yours?

I'm working on it. So
that's why you disappeared

for nine hours yesterday?
He kept us waiting.

Kept us on the hook. I told you.
You came back stinking of booze.

I had a fucking cocktail, sweetheart.
So where is our pushback, then?

Our pushback are truth and facts, Jack.
That's how we play.

Where are our headlines?
That's all I wanna know.

I'll tell you something. We
don't need headlines, Jack.

We don't need headlines,
because we're winning.

Even their internal polling
has us up by three.

You're winning on your
own fucking terms.

But let me tell you something,

you go onto that debate stage
and you try to win that debate

by going negative blow to negative
blow, he'll fuckin' destroy you.

Understand that.

Glad you got so much
faith in me, Paul.

I'm all faith, you
smug sonofabitch.

Why don't you try having some?
Just do me a favour.

Just do your job.

Just get me that file.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Murdock. Save some for
the rest of us, will you?

Mm, Billy, God, holy shit.

What are you doing here? I
was in the neighbourhood.

Yeah, me, too.

You club a herd of penguins for that getup?
This number? What can I say?

Private sector's been good to me.
Oh, you a shamus?

Nah, security.

See that kid over there?

That's T odd Lancaster.
That's my charge.

Rich kid. Pop tears down
buildings for a living,

wants him to run the
business one day.

I'm making sure he stays on the
straight and narrow till then.

How you doin', Mr. Mayor?
Tony, how are you?

Harris, come and say hello.

This is Harris Sargent,
SVP at Solstein Donagan.

Helped me push through
the Bolton Village deal.

Four billion dollars we beat
out of this poor bastard.

Hi, Mr. Sargent. Good to see you.
You remember my son, Todd?

Todd. If you do,
you get a prize.

Todd, when are you gonna
do the world a favour

and take the business from your old man?
When I die and he grows a pair.

Oh, shit.

Some fuckin' party here, huh?

I'd rather be home watching the Knicks.
Do what, lose?

This is the best game in town, babe.
You got the commissioner over there.

It's the worst-kept secret on earth, him
and the mayor can't stand each other.

But the commish don't miss a party. It's
like watching Italian opera, them two.

What the hell do you
know about opera?

Just 'cause I don't
understand the language,

don't mean they ain't
out to fuck each other.

Alright? Suite 5101, Mr.
Taggart.

I'm told it's urgent.

Excuse me.

In the neighbourhood, my ass.

May I offer you a drink, Mr.
Taggart?

I don't drink.

But you used to. I can tell.

How?

By those three seconds you let pass
before turning down the drink.

How long has it been?

Seven years. Good for you.

Finally hit rock bottom, huh?

I did it to keep a woman.

Then you do believe in love.

I believe in lovin' the one you're with.
Hmm. What are you,

stupid or Catholic?

Both.

To your health, Mr. Taggart.

Well... perhaps you could
explain what I'm doin' up here?

Being tailed is exhausting.

If I might pry for a moment, how much
are you being paid for your efforts?

Which efforts are those? The
work you're doing for the mayor.

I'll give you $50,000

to give it up. Well,
that's very generous,

but I got a contract with the mayor.
Break it.

You don't break contract
with the mayor.

Don't I know it. Why don't
you just leave him?

This is not what you think it is, Mr.
Taggart.

I take pictures, Mrs. Hostetler.
I don't get paid to think.

If the last seven years of
your life mean anything,

if that woman you put down the
bottle for means anything... walk...

away.

Because if you think you're
investigating adultery,

Mr. Taggart, you don't know
Nicholas Hostetler very well.

I see you've met Billy.

Yes, we met.

Did he tell you he's
doing some work for me?

He mentioned it. Did he
mention it was exclusive?

Yes, he did.

You used to know what
exclusive meant, dear.

In this case, it means
I worked for it...

...keep your grubby
little paws off it.

Poor Nicky.

You never did learn how
to share, did you?

Well, don't worry... I'll teach
you before it's too late.

Careful, dear.

You, too, darling.

Mr. Taggart, please take care.

I need a drink.

What have you got for me?

Actually, Mayor, I think
I need a few more days.

I'm pretty sure I got
things nailed down,

I just wanna take another
48 hours to confirm.

You have an envelope... of
photographs in your pocket.

That I paid for. Right?

Right?

Burning a hole in
your bleeding heart?

Good work.

Alright, Billy, we're done.

Hey, Ryan, you excited tonight?
Ryan!

Whoa!

Whoo!

You go, Natalie!

Yeah, Natalie! Whoo-hoo!

I love the line between
the sky and the water.

You see how it gets darker
the farther it is away,

and it's just a line

separating sky from water.

He's religious. I get it,
he's gotta have hope.

He's gotta have something
to believe in.

Why do you have to bring him up?
What does it matter?

Not everything in this
life is black and white.

Let's not talk
about him anymore.

Let's go.

Ah!

Kiss of Life! Kiss of Life!

Sundance, here we come!

Alright. Pretty trippy. Like it?

It's beautiful. Really?

Excuse me. Yeah?

Can I get a double Jameson, please?
Yeah, you got it.

Again.

You want a water back for that? Just
pour the fucking drink, please.

Thank you.

Billy, what are you doing?

Hey, Nat, I just...

I just didn't wanna be the
only one not celebrating.

Billy, don't do this.
It's a party, right?

And what a fucking movie that was, Nat. I
mean, my God, I never seen you that good.

I mean, that was incredible.
You were so convincing.

Excuse me. Can you take
this drink back, please?

Please, okay? I'm fine.
Billy, don't!

That's enough. What?

What? You promised me, Billy.

How can you hurt me like this?
How can I hurt you?

You haven't once asked me how I'm
feeling... This is not your night, Billy.

I've worked so hard for this. It
doesn't mean anything to you, does it?

You know, why don't you go do a line, too?
Go back to being the old Billy,

'cause everybody knows
what a great guy he was.

I'm gonna go hang out with my friends.
You mean Ryan?

What, d'you fuck him?
Don't do this.

Fine. I'll go ask him myself.
Billy.

Just go home. Please?

Tell me the truth or I'll
start breakin' shit.

There's nothing left for you to break.
Tell me the truth.

You told me it was gonna be
artistic, some simple love scene.

I can't do this anymore.
You can't do this?

What the fuck does that mean?!
We're in pieces.

We've always been in pieces.
I'm taking you home. Now!

Are you not listening to me?
No, I'm not listening, Nat!

And you're not leaving me, not here, not
for this bunch of fuckin' assholes!

I can't. Nat. Please.

Natalie.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing left
between us, Billy.

Don't say that. I'm sorry.
Nothing.

We've had a dead girl holding
us together for seven years.

It's just not enough anymore.

How could you say that?

Natalie, ple... I'm sorry.
Nat, you alright?

Yeah. Billy, stop it! No!

Let him go.

Billy, please, please.
Fuckin' actor.

Yeah, you fucked him.

Aw, what the...

What the fuck are you doing?

Wait a second. What the fuck?

Y'know what? I've wasted
my fuckin' money!

And I waste my fucking time!

Natalie?

Katy, I can't talk right now.

What?

Katy, don't fuck with me.
What are you saying?

Shit.

Reports of multiple gunshots in the
vicinity of Jane and Washington.

One victim reported. Medical
assistance is en route.

Stand back. Right behind the line.
Please, everybody, stay back.

Thank you. Hey, Tony!

He's with me. Okay.

Thanks for doing this, Jansen.
You got it.

We get the first call just after one.
Report of gunshots.

Six more calls inside
a minute, all 2-11 s.

First units arrive around
three minutes later,

he's already good and dead by then.
What's it look like?

Well, so far, so good on robbery.
He didn't have a wallet on him,

but his apartment's right here,
so maybe he left it inside.

We're working on getting the
landlord down here to let us in.

Any cash when you found him?
No keys, no cash.

Like I said: So far,
so good on robbery.

So when's the last time,
uh, you seen one of these?

You're not really
thinking robbery?

No, we're spinning robbery.

Media's pushing robbery. It's
a counterfactual robbery.

Now it's your turn, Taggart. What
the hell's this got to do with you?

That's funny, Billy.

I was just about to ask
you that my damn self.

Stay with me, Billy.
This is what I got.

I got a former-NYPD-detective-
turned-private-eye

at a fundraiser for the mayor.

His mother's life
depended on it,

he couldn't find the money to
afford a ticket to this thing.

That's Thursday. Then
this is the good part -

24 hours later, at the murder scene
of the man running the campaign

to unseat the mayor,
whoo, imagine,

that very same private eye.

Explain that to me, Billy.

Is this Hostetler?

Is this what you gave him last night?
You gave him Andrews?

I gave him pictures.
You gave him pictures.

Of who? Who were
the pictures of?

His wife. His wife and who?

Oh, I can't tell you that.

You better start
telling me something.

Explain to me what you're
doing at my crime scene.

I was in the neighbourhood. You
were just in the neighbourhood.

Paul Andrews is dead!

What, you think you're gonna
piss on him and walk away?

This is an execution. This
is a fucking assassination.

Did you finger Andrews? This
what you do now, Billy,

you set up executions? Fuck you.

Fuck me? Fuck you.

I took a job, Chief. I
didn't ask questions.

I gave him pictures
and I walked away.

Oh, you think I gave him
up to get murdered?

I think you're too damned smart to think
you were setting him up for anything else.

Fuck you! I did my job! No.

You fuckin' knew. I did my job.

Commissioner. Get outta here.

Let me tell you
something, Billy.

I'm taking Hostetler down.

He sees election day, it'll be
from inside a cage like a monkey.

Now, you either help me,

or you'll be in there with
him sucking on bananas, too.

What?

Commissioner, there's an issue.

Something up, Commissioner?

You're on the door, Detective.
Nobody gets in here.

All due respect... You're
on the fucking door.

Now, Jack...

What happened tonight, Jack?

Don't worry about
him, he's with me.

Everyone's with you.

I need you to look at me, Jack.

Talk to me, okay?

Put the whiskey down, Jack.
Okay?

Okay, Jack?

Okay.

You need to straighten up, Jack.
Lock the door.

It's gonna be okay, Jack.

Just tell me exactly
what happened.

Y'know, you're not a real cop.

You're just a whore.

We're gonna go for a walk
and get some fresh air.

It'll make you feel better, okay?
Don't worry about that guy.

I wanna help you, Jack.

But I have to know what happened;
We don't have a lot of time.

I need you to talk to
me, you understand?

I'm done talkin' to you. Fuckin' whore.
Fuck you!

You're talking, but you're
not making a lot of sense.

Clear his mind, Billy.

No!!

Okay.

He went, um...

...downstairs to meet...

Todd Lancaster...

Called earlier and...

...he told Paul he
was ready to...

to talk.

He said he was
ashamed of himself

for helping us.

But he was, um...

...he was more ashamed
of his father and...

he just wanted it to stop.

I think Paul lost
track of time...

...'cause he looked at
the clock and he, um...

...just ran downstairs.

That was the...

...the last time I saw him.

Did you hear any voices outside?

An altercation, maybe?

No.

Just the shots.

I knew I c-couldn't
go out there,

I knew I... couldn't
call the police,

couldn't be seen here.

I knew everything I couldn't do.

Jack Valliant,
candidate for mayor...

...couldn't do.

You know what this means, Jack?

Yeah, it means I let
him lie out there.

It means I let him die alone.

It means you can handle this.

Look at me, Jack.

You are gonna be the next
mayor of New York City.

You've gotta handle this.

Now, you go get dressed,

find yourself a hat and
a coat with a collar,

and we are gonna get you
outta here real quiet.

Yeah.

Right.

You've gotta get him outta here.

I'm on my way.

How involved are you?

It's complicated.

You should give me a day to
gather my bearings. We'll talk.

What a fucking mess.

A tragedy, sir.

The press are gonna want
heads to roll over this.

I beg your pardon, sir?

You know how it
goes, Commissioner.

You either give 'em an arrest,
or we give them a resignation.

Then we'll have to
give 'em an arrest.

Tragedy in the West Village.

Paul Andrews, campaign manager for
mayoral candidate Jack Valliant,

was found shot to death overnight
outside his Jane St. apartment.

Police questioned witnesses
well into the morning,

but no suspects
have been detained.

Police Commissioner Carl Fairbanks,
a personal friend of Andrews,

says the investigation will receive
the department's highest priority.

We've got a report from the 10th St.
Station...

He was a better man than me.

He should've been mayor.

You and Andrews, you were, uh...

together?

There's this quote I remember.
I don't know where I heard it.

I just always remember it.

Maybe something I
read in undergrad.

"And it's just not
popular, or safe...

...to say that I loved him."

Mr. Mayor,

have you spoken to
Councilman Valliant? I have.

I reached out to the
councilman this morning.