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I'm not kidding here, folks.

Mayor Cess Poole of New York City

and his tribe of Rainbow Warriors

are charging a white kid with a hate crime.

And you know what that hate crime is?

This white kid unwrapped a ham sandwich

in his cafeteria at school, and a black Muslim kid

was sitting at the table.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's what it's come to:

a ham sandwich in the hands of a white person

is a weapon in a hate crime.

So, you know what we're going to do?

We're going to take this show to New York City,

and we're going to take back New York for white Americans.

Turn it off.

Say it with me: I want my U.S.A.

Guy makes this stuff up.

He takes a silly ACLU test case from one of the charter schools

and spins it into a racist conspiracy.

When's the circus come to town?

Monday. The Strand Theatre on 44th Street.

Are all his permits in order?

Yes. Granted to a holding company called American Way.

Which is why we had no heads-up on this

until a watchdog group called it into my office

first thing this morning.

And, of course, the watchdog group

will want the word out on our streets.

Traffic, Bomb Squad and Patrol

are all being brought up to speed.

He did a show from Chicago last year,

which resulted in a couple of dozen arrests for assault

and a fair amount of property damage.

Once upon a time, his stink would've been

contained by the reach of his radio station.

Not anymore.

Damn Internet's a blessing and a curse.

Can I quote you on that?

Senior Living is hounding me for a sound bite.

What's the good news?

Who said there was good news?

If I ask for a jelly doughnut, would you say,

"Who said there's a jelly doughnut?" No...

I'll go find some.

Thank you.

What I know is she just got moved down here

from riding a desk in Vice.

There's lots of eyes on her from higher up.

Mm. Not bad.

No.

I don't mean because of her looks though.

Oh, she's a lot easier on the eyes

than, say, you or me. Mm-hmm.

Especially you.

So, what we got is a newly-minted detective

with very little street-time under her belt.

Yeah, well, you know what they say, Sarge:

a detective shield does not a detective make.

Takes a village. That's right.

Which... is where you come in.

So, go say hi to your new partner.

Oh, come on, Sarge.

Why do I always get stuck babysitting the new girls?

Well, it's either her or me.

Right.

Detective.

I'm Detective Reagan.

Candice McElroy. Good to me you, Detective.

You, too.

So, people call you Candy?

Yeah, they do... once.

Right.

You got a brother in the military?

Picture.

No, no, I'm an only child.

Mm.

Husband? Boyfriend?

86th Airborne, three tours in Afghanistan.

Wow.

Well, thank you for your service, soldier.

You're welcome.

Marines. Two tours in Fallujah.

And thank you for yours.

Sarge says we're going to be riding together, so...

People call me Mac.

Nice to meet you, Mac.

Welcome aboard.

Now, I know we've promised you all a performance

by the incomparable Alicia Keys,

but I just got a message from her,

and she ain't singing for her supper

unless all of our pledge goals are met first.

So, on the back of your place cards,

there's a handy little box, in which you can write

your pledge amount.

And I beg you--

and you know me, I ain't too proud to beg--

to please, please give.

Give till it hurts, so that so many...

in need... can stop hurting.

Thank you so much, for all that you do,

for being here tonight.

Thank you.

Hi. Hi. You're here again.

Get your pens. Get your pens.

Swap seats with me for dessert?

Yes, Goddess.

Thank you.

"Goddess"?

Yeah, sarcastic nickname from my childhood.

The more I complained, the more I got it, so...

finally I gave up.

Anyway, are you having fun yet?

It's lovely. Thank you for inviting me.

Not at all.

And do you know that Stephen is not only that good-looking,

but he's a top heart specialist at Columbia Presbyterian.

And single. And single.

And, and, and not gay.

All right, what do I owe you?

Your presence is my present.

You're so full of it.

Okay, but you asked.

I would like you to join

the City of Courage board of directors

and the board for the Harlem Youth Outreach Program.

Sophia, y-you know I don't have anything like

the deep pockets you need for...

Oh, no, no, no. You have a wide network.

You would make a fantastic fundraiser,

and you'd be a tremendous asset at any given table.

As an extra woman?

As an essential woman.

Now, I have watched you all the way through law school.

I would say you remind me of me, but those things

tend to backfire on people.

I would be flattered to be compared to you.

All right, then you are me.

You're just Irish, a little bit taller,

and, uh, not so nudgy.

Okay, why don't you just go.

No, no, no, I'm fine.

Now we just ask, what would Jackie O do in this situation?

Okay, ladies and gentlemen, please, please!

They are more scared of us than we are of them!

Go out to the lobby, I'll meet you there.

But, please, bring your name cards to the lobby

and we will meet there!

Sir? Sir, can you understand me?

Look, do you have any idea who did this to you?

No.

All right, go on.

Get him out of here. Yes, sir.

Reagan, we got a witness.

This is Mr. Sands. Mr. Sands.

Did you see what happened?

Well, I saw a car pull up and just throw that poor man out,

and then I called 911.

Okay, uh, what kind of car?

Did you get a license plate number?

It was the kind of car that airport rental people

call mid-size.

Uh-huh. Beige or taupe.

I was a little

too freaked to memorize the license plate.

Okay, understandable.

Detectives.

We found this when we cut away

the victim's pants. Oh, my God.

You found that in his pants?

Yep.

Some kind of mob message?

Or a union beef.

Oh, that's disgusting. How do you think he feels?

He was in some guy's pants.

Uh, the deceased here,

did he have any identification on him?

No. No.

Any last words?

Oh, man.

I'm just saying.

You people are terrible.

No, Mr. Sands,

it's a coping mechanism.

It's how we cope with loss around here.

Um, we should probably get a picture of the deceased.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

Say "cheese."

Cheese.

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Okay, let's try to keep this civil.

Okay, boys, one at a time.

Congressman.

The newspaper Dia Noticias

is out this morning with transcripts

of this Curtis Swint's vicious attacks

against the Latino population.

Including the time and address

of his New York appearance.

Of course.

Providing free publicity and playing

right into his hands.

I'd call it more like alerting them

to this monster coming to town.

Then get the word out for your people to ignore him.

To what end? Apathy?

No, to avoid a confrontation.

Which is bound to play

like the worst aspects of the Puerto Rican Day parade.

This is leadership? Frank, please.

No, it's common sense. No, it's caving in.

Oh, and how is that?

Did Reverend King affect change by staying home? No.

He took the people to the streets.

Reverend Potter, you are not Dr. King.

And Swint doesn't represent any force of law.

He's a talk show host.

And Hitler was a bureaucrat.

Oh, for God's sakes, we're talking about

free speech here.

Gentlemen, let's just try to stay on track.

He calls you Mayor Cess Poole, New York's Lawn Jockey.

Rafael, I'm quite aware of what Swint calls me.

We found something.

Thank you.

Okay, there may be an option.

The boiler inspection at The Strand Theatre

is overdue, rendering the permits invalid.

No harm, no foul.

It wasn't meant to be.

It is 8:30 Friday morning.

Swint doesn't broadcast until Monday.

There is plenty of time to get the boiler inspected.

That is not the responsibility of the mayor's office,

or mine, or yours.

All right, fellas, I got real work to do.

And what do you think this is?

Turn back the clock.

Say it was Malcolm X coming to town.

Are we really the kind of men who want to try

and muzzle this guy on a stupid technicality?

Count me out.

So, a man walks out of a bar in Washington Heights.

An hour later, he ends up in the East Fifties

with four broken bones and a rat in his pants.

Any idea how you got there?

No.

Any idea who put you there?

No.

Okay, well, how about you make the complaint

so we can find out who did it for you.

I don't want any trouble.

Jimmy, you've got three broken ribs,

a shattered kneecap and rat bites on your stick and stones.

What the hell is your definition of trouble?

Being a rat.

Ah, the oath of silence.

I didn't say I took an oath of silence.

Well, of course you didn't take an oath.

You're in beverage distribution,

you're not in La Cosa Nostra.

Look, I really am sorry, I got nothing to say.

I talk to you, things will only get worse for me.

Excuse me.

Jimmy, here's my number.

And I'm going to find out who did this to you,

whether you like it or not.

But I would appreciate some help.

Thanks for that. Bye.

What'd you get?

His record's clean,

but the owner of the booze distributor where he works

lives on the block where they dumped him.

So it was a delivery or a message.

Yeah. He's the little guy in something.

Hate it when they stick it to the little guy.

Who's "they"?

That's what we're going to find out.

Come in.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey. I was just down with the mayor.

Were your ears burning?

Oh, cut it out.

And thank you for the totally unnecessary flowers.

Oh, everyone at the dinner got them.

It, uh, was my attempt at damage control.

Oh.

Well, did you ever hear about what happened?

The police said that a pipe

in the basement of the building next door burst

and it sent all the rats looking for new digs.

Look, these are some

financial disclosure forms.

Just routine vetting when you come on board,

to make sure there's not a conflict of interest.

Okay. So this is how it's done.

How what's done?

Giving me the paperwork

before I've even said yes.

Do you know how else you remind me of me?

Uh-oh. This isn't gonna backfire?

You know, I shortened my name to Franza from Franzarotta.

Of the restaurant Franzarotta's.

My grandfather said that was like a second home to him.

My-my dad had his bachelor party there.

New York institution for 75 years.

I had Cardinal Spellman, Joe Namath,

and Frank Sinatra at my first Holy Communion.

Wow!

Okay, so how else do I remind you of you?

You grew up like me.

You're an only girl

in an alpha-male family business,

so you were probably wondering how the hell

you were going to survive without a penis.

And then you were wondering how you were going to

strike out and invent yourself.

Ring any bells?

Loudly.

Now, look, raising money,

even for worthy causes, is a bitch.

But I'll let you in on a little secret.

It is one of the few areas

where men will leave women alone,

because they know women are superior at it.

They do?

Have you ever heard of a Father Teresa?

Anyway,

I will leave you with the forms.

If you sign them, I know I have a partner.

Well, you kind of had me at "What would Jackie O do?"

That works every time.

Okay.

What do you want me to say, Detective?

Oh, I don't know. The truth, maybe?

Okay, truly, you're wasting your time, and mine.

We'll be the judge of that.

Come and look at the citations on that wall.

NYPD thank-yous up the wazoo.

You think I mean disrespect?

I got nothing but respect.

Look, I got no idea why someone would give Jimmy a beat-down.

And I sure as hell don't know

why they dumped him on my block.

Okay, well, who has a beef with you?

Look, Reagan...

Please. Call me by my first name.

Which is? Detective.

Ha-ha.

Look, Jimmy heads up my delivery team.

Now, you know and I know that nothing moves in this city

without the rails getting greased.

Sounds like he got himself into a jam,

but the who or the what, I have no idea.

Come on, end of story.

We buying this? Nah.

We're not buying it.

It's all I got to sell.

Yep.

I think Jimmy's the little fish

in something bigger.

Well, you'd have to ask him about that.

Your men, they always fuel your trucks

from two-gallon cans?

What?

Hey!

What are you doing?

Hey!

Hold it!

Hold it! Police!

Hey!

Open the door!

Hold it!

Reagan! Stop the car!

Stop the car and open the door!

Hey!

Reagan.

You okay?

Yeah. Did you get the plates?

Yeah. I should call a bus.

No, I'm fine.

But my raincoat's not.

You can get another raincoat.

Oh, my wife bought me that

for my tenth wedding anniversary.

It's English; I love that coat.

Did you get the make of the car?

Taurus.

Taurus, like the kind of car

an airport rental guy would call "mid-size"?

Like the dog walker said?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know what?

Call it in, run the plates. Hey, you.

All right. Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

And don't you dare tell me you have no idea

who you got a beef with. All right, all right, look.

I, uh...

I got union problems, okay?

Oh. So it takes me almost getting dragged to death

for you to cooperate?

Hey, I sic the cops on a New York Local,

next thing I got bottles broken in every case

and I can't get my trash hauled.

What's your union problem?

All right.

We've always been a non-union shop, right?

Federated Hospitality.

Every time they elect a new head,

they try to strong-arm us into joining, okay?

It's been going on since my grandfather was here.

Oh. Great.

Kerosene. I smell it.

Terrific, terrific.

I'm gonna have to replace the tanks at least.

You think it was union?

Look, I don't know, okay?

And-and I'll deny that I sent you.

Look, I got a guy in the hospital,

I got two trucks out, so if you'll excuse me,

I got to salvage my business.

Yeah. You have a good day.

I got a name and address on the plates.

Good. Let's go.

Ten-hut!

As you were.

Gentlemen.

Before we dive in,

the event we are coordinating this joint effort around

is bound to give us

some fluid situations right up through

Monday afternoon, due to

the incendiary nature of Mr. Swint's rhetoric,

the audience for it, and the protestors

which will inevitably gather against it.

I know some of you

have mixed feelings about your roles in this,

and I can appreciate that.

But it is our job.

Personal feelings, leave them at home.

We'll start

with Transportation.

Chief Sinclair.

Thank you for that, sir.

Because the event is happening on a Monday afternoon,

the adjacent Broadway theaters are dark.

So we can take the two blocks

east and west of the theater with barricades.

There'll be five units on horseback, 12 on foot,

stationed on each block.

Where's the mobile command set up?

Here.

Well, let's move it farther up the avenue.

We may require additional vehicles.

Let's keep that space open.

Yes, sir.

Commissioner, a word?

Excuse me.

Please. Sit.

Swint's been calling, asking for a meeting.

I'm busy. And I've been blowing him off,

but now he's downstairs.

Why?

To thank you, personally.

I don't want his thanks.

I just wanted to check.

Can't promise he won't wait outside.

You can use the garage exit.

I'm not sneaking around my own building.

Got it.

Wait a minute.

Have him come back at 6:00.

Frank?

Maybe Mr. Swint can save me some time

by providing a threat assessment on himself.

That's actually a good idea.

Every month or so, I try to have one.

Because if history teaches us anything,

something's up when you ask me for cupcakes middle of the day,

out of the blue.

You know, there is such a thing

as being too smart.

I have been asked to join the board

of a couple charities.

Okay.

It would mean that I would have even less free time

than the little free time I already have,

but... they're really good causes.

And? And...

I'm torn.

You know, in a few years, you're gonna be off in college,

and I'll have every night of the week to fill.

So I'm not sure that now is the right time.

But the opportunity is now.

Yeah.

What's in it for you?

To do some good for my city.

You already do that.

Good that is not just measured by

the number of convictions or length of sentences.

But by...?

Another definition for myself.

I mean, I-I love

being your mom, but that tour is almost over.

I'm nobody's wife.

I'm...

The woman who's asked me on board is

someone I've always admired.

I...

kind of like the seal of approval coming from her.

You should go for it, Mom.

Congratulations.

This Richie Tomlin registered his car at a bar?

Yeah, well, believe it or not, it's not that unusual.

It's kind of like the old-school way of staying off the grid.

Well, we've got a name but not a face.

How do you want to handle this?

Think we should handle it the way he would handle it:

old-school.

A vodka cranberry.

Pit Stop.

Uh, h-hold on, hold on.

Hey, Richie?

Yeah. You here?

Say who it is.

Mr. Burberry.

No.

No, he's not here. Okay.

All right.

It's that big guy.

Wipe you out, Vinnie. Yeah.

Richie Tomlinson, police.

Why don't you put the stick down,

- get your hands on the table. - Hey.

Come on, I'm shooting pool here!

Get your hands on the table!

You know, you got this wrong.

I got nothing wrong. You're under arrest.

What the hell you arresting me for?

That was his favorite raincoat.

She's a cop?

Yep.

She's cute.

Mr. Swint, Commissioner Reagan, Deputy Commissioner Moore.

Hello.

Please.

I just wanted the opportunity

to thank you for showing us the hospitality here in your city.

It's not hospitality, sir.

I'm just doing my job.

Nevertheless, it's my understanding

that you personally saw to it that the boiler

in the theater basement was duly inspected,

so that our little show could go on.

That's not exactly accurate.

Let's see where that came from.

Excuse me.

Mr. Swint...

Please, Curtis.

Mr. Swint, please don't mistake my regard

for your First Amendment rights as any kind

of endorsement of your positions.

Mm.

I brought you a gift, sir.

I'm afraid I can't accept it.

Although, I have been

known to bend the rules if it's something I like.

I heard you like good scotch.

I do like scotch.

You can take it with you when you leave.

As you wish.

I agreed to see you to find out if you could help us

with threat assessment.

Well, we get the occasional bomb threat in the studio.

Always a hoax.

Death threats, mostly lynchings, but I'm still here.

The vilest imaginable hate mail,

but "sticks and stones" as the saying goes.

But that's out there in America.

I really don't know what to expect here in New York.

You can expect safe passage, courtesy of

the finest police department in the world.

One question.

Shoot.

Which is the act?

The Midwestern gentleman bid in here

or that horror show on the radio?

Neither.

I'm just an old-fashioned American

trying to call attention to the fact that this country

we call home is being stolen from us.

Speaking of acts,

yours must be a tough one.

Not really-- what you see is what you get.

I see a white American whose boss is a Negro radical,

who tries to keep the streets safe from a vicious rainbow

of aliens and homegrown half-breeds.

All under the thumb of a handful of Jews,

whose true allegiance is to Israel and their own wallets.

And when they boast about this great melting pot,

you have to grin and salute.

And that is one hell of an act.

There's a part of you that can't speak up for yourself.

You don't have to say it, Commissioner,

but I know you thank me, too.

Good night.

I got it.

Your lawyer's on his way down, Richie.

In the meantime, uh, we're searching your car for evidence

in the assault on one Jimmy DeLeo.

You find any change under the seat, you can keep it.

It's on me.

Look.

We both been here before, Richie,

so how about we don't waste each other's time, okay?

Yeah, we've both been here, so you know I wait for my lawyer.

Look, I don't want you for pouring kerosene

in Greenwald's trucks.

Good, 'cause I didn't do that.

Maybe you didn't, but you did drive.

You also drove away with a New York city detective snagged

in the passenger door of your car.

Hey, I didn't notice that you were a cop,

and that you were snagged.

What's your current employment situation, Richie?

I'm an independent consultant serving as a liaison between

the hospitality service unions,

the consumers and the vendors.

Nice job memorizing that.

Who pays your fees?

Yeah?

Eddie Krumfeldt. Long time no see.

Reagan.

Richie.

What do we got?

Well, what we got here is a magic moment

for you and your client.

How is that?

Well, we got a guy I think Richie put

in the hospital who won't swear a complaint out against him.

We also got a guy, Richie vandalized his trucks,

who wants no part of the police in any of this, so again,

no complaints filed.

Last but not least, we got me,

who could charge Richie with assaulting an officer,

but hasn't done that yet.

Do you understand what I'm getting at?

Yes, I do.

What you got is

between now and Monday, when Richie goes before the judge,

to decide exactly how it is that you're gonna

play out your magic moment.

Unless, of course, you'd like to wet my beak now.

I dropped your raincoat off at my dry cleaners,

and they're gonna fix it by Thursday.

That's very kind of you.

Not what I meant though.

All I got is the nickname.

Whose nickname? The nickname

of the alleged person that allegedly pays my fee.

Okay, this alleged person,

do you know them?

No, just the nickname.

Have you ever witnessed them committing a crime?

Just a nickname for now.

Hmm.

Goddess.

Goddess? A woman?

Yeah, Goddess.

Goddess-- I got it.

Goddess.

Thank you.

And the First Amendment guarantees

that you have the right to speak your mind

in the place and manner you see fit.

Sort of.

Well, it's more than sort of, Grandpa.

So, if I'm bored in math, I can just say,

"Hey, Teach, I'm dying over here"?

Yeah, you have that right.

And then Teach has the right to give you a week's worth

of detention for being such a knucklehead.

I don't get it.

Well, Sean, the First Amendment doesn't cover

the consequences, just your right to speak up

in the first place.

You still have to use your head.

It's called exercising good judgment.

You see the difference, Sean?

I still might try it.

I'll tell you what,

you try it, and I'm gonna use some good judgment

and exercise my First Amendment right

to crack you on your butt, how's that?

Wait, so this Swint guy, he can just say

all these horrible things about everybody,

and you have to just, like, make sure the show goes on?

In a nutshell, yes.

Sure, 'cause the nutcases also have rights.

That's what makes this country so great.

And so incredibly confusing.

I strongly disagree with what you say, but I will defend

to the death your right to say it.

French guy named Voltaire said that, boys.

Hear about the rats, Dad?

What about the rats? Ah, somebody set free

a bunch of rats in a fancy charity dinner

on Thursday night. Wait, I was there.

You were there? Whoa.

Tell me about it.

What do you mean they set them free?

We were told they came from a flooded basement next door.

Hmm, not what I heard.

The detectives on the case said it looked like sabotage.

Somebody brought them in, set them loose.

What detectives?

Jensen and his partner-- what's his name?

Durang? Yeah, anyway,

word is it looks like one of those charities

that makes enemies by, you know,

giving more to themselves.

No, they're barking up the wrong tree.

Setting loose rats

sounds like a union beef. Yeah, maybe that's it.

Was the dinner for one of those charities

you were asked to join? Yeah, City of Courage.

Any history of problems?

Not that I know of.

Want to help me clear?

Sure.

I got a case--

a casualty in a war that I don't really understand yet.

Guy was found beaten up and dumped with a rat in his pants.

Late Thursday night,

the same night the rats crashed your party.

So?

So, somebody told you that the rats came

from the basement next door.

But the cops think that the rats were orchestrated.

So, she had the wrong information.

Who is she?

The woman who invited me.

And?

And... nothing.

Her name is Sophia Franza; you can look her up.

She's kind of famous in the New York charity circles.

I've known her on and off for 20 years.

All right. Maybe I'm reaching.

I'm just trying to make a connection here

with the rats, that's all.

Well, I can ask her who told her

about the rats coming from next door.

Thank you.

Desert.

Coming.

One more thing.

There was a nickname popped up

from a guy who I like for a part in this.

Um, Goddess.

Does that ring a bell at all?

Not that I can think of.

Well...

You coming?

Yeah.

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

What the hell?

Evening, Jimmy.

We just came by to let you know we have a surveillance tape

of you with two crates covered in table cloths,

sneaking your little petting zoo into that party,

right through the back.

It wasn't me.

No, it was definitely you, Jimmy.

We just watched it.

But... the investigating detectives

don't know who you are.

Yet.

So you're gonna do us a favor.

Who put you up to it?

Get... get the damn light out of my face.

Look, Jimmy, it's Sunday night, okay?

And quite frankly, I should be at home

spending quality time harassing my family

instead of wasting it here harassing you.

So why don't you start talking, okay?

You'll protect me?

Well, I think that depends on what you tell us right now.

We had a good thing going.

My guys at the Port of Newark would... load me up

with palettes of wine and booze they lifted from off-load.

I'd take care of them, sell the booze to the charities,

they'd take care of me.

Whoa, what-what charities are you talking about?

Uh... ones the Goddess

has her finger in.

That's what they call her.

I-I don't know her real name; I never met her.

She's real connected on account her family's

got a restaurant, what I heard. All right.

Word came down they're cutting my end in half.

So you tried to renegotiate with a room full of rats?

Something like that..

Somebody tipped them off.

I ended up here.

What about, uh, Greenwald?

Why sabotage his trucks?

He in on it? No.

They must've thought he was, but it was my deal.

That's the story.

Mother Teresa's

given name, five letters, ending in...

Agnes.

A-G-N-E-S. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Those who cannot remember the past

are condemned to repeat it?

George Santayana. S-A-N-T-A...

No, no, no, no, he's not in the puzzle.

I just see that you're hitting your New York history.

I got to protect this guy.

Yeah, you do.

Nowhere does it say

I get to pick and choose who gets First Amendment rights.

I've checked.

Could've told you that.

But I also have to represent

the office I hold and what it stands for.

And what part of all this is getting you so riled up?

The part where I had him up to my office.

I felt like I had to take a shower afterwards.

When Teddy Roosevelt headed up the Police Commission,

an anti-Semitic German academic booked

a downtown hall for one of his rants.

You had a significant Jewish population in this city,

but also an immigrant German faction that would come out

in droves to hear the old ugly songs from the Fatherland.

Did Roosevelt stop him?

No, he did not.

He saw to it that the lecture went off without a hitch

and not a drop of blood spilled.

How'd he do that?

He must've found another way to skin that particular cat.

Look, I'm not saying I got all my ducks lined up

in a row here, sis,

but both guys gave me the same name: Goddess.

Yeah, two lowlifes with who-knows-what agenda,

aimed at a woman with really good weight on her side

who's never had a single entry on a rap sheet.

Okay, that's all true.

But I'm not paid to drink the Kool-Aid here, sis.

I am not drinking the Kool-Aid.

Yes, you are. And I hope for your sake you're right.

But we're not gonna know for sure until

we drill down on this. And how do we do that?

Look, the guy who handed out the beat-down, this Tomlinson,

he's freelance muscle.

He says he can I.D. Goddess. He says.

Yeah, he says!

We're only gonna know if he's telling the truth one way!

- How? - Okay, I'll be out in a minute.

- I got to go. - Wait a minute!

Hey!

Hi! It's a great party.

Yeah, well, except for the entree.

I couldn't tell if it was varmint or critter.

Well, at least it wasn't running around the room this time.

There is that.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Having second thoughts?

Not about coming aboard.

But something.

It can wait.

Richie Tomlinson told me that he dropped off a suitcase

full of kickback cash

to Goddess and her driver sometime back,

and that he got a good enough look at her to I.D. her.

Mm-hmm, and maybe they just have another agenda here.

Throw her under the bus to throw you off case.

No, no. Look, neither DeLeo or Tomlinson

can even spell "agenda," much less carry one out.

Stupidity does not make for a very good informant.

Tomlinson confessed to giving DeLeo the beat-down

on orders of Goddess and her crew,

because DeLeo brought all the rats to her party

in an effort to renegotiate his side deal.

Look, I would show Tomlinson a lineup of mug shots,

but the Goddess doesn't have a mug shot.

So you want to do

a live lineup?

If Ms. Franza is all you think she is,

Tomlinson won't be able to I.D. her,

and she can go on her merry way.

Or I may have been played for a fool.

Maybe she was a good person.

Maybe she just got away with so many little things

for so long, now she thinks she can get away with anything.

And maybe you just got caught up in her orbit at the wrong time.

I got to get back to work.

You'll let me know the when and the where?

Yeah. All right.

Thank you.

Well?

No, that ain't her.

Okay.

Hey. Hey.

So sorry I'm late. That's all right.

She just played kissy-kissy

with the tall brunette over there.

You sure that's her?

Yeah, that's Goddess.

Okay, well.

Excuse me. Sure.

Everything okay?

Yes, Goddess.

Oh, no, no, no, not you, too, please.

Stay put.

When they say charity starts at home,

I guess you must have misunderstood what that meant.

Erin, I don't know what you're talking about.

I mean, how well can you eat?

What do you really need at this kind of price?

Hey, what game is this?

I guess when you squeeze people a little too tight,

they eventually pop.

Hey, hey, hey, I don't know

what you think you've got, but you think again.

The good work

that I do for this city far outweighs

any slander or innuendo that you might've trumped up, Ms. Reagan.

Son of a...

Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

Who the hell are you? Detective Reagan.

Ms. Franza, you're under arrest for extortion,

accepting a bribe and accessory to

felony assault-- and that's just for appetizers.

Please put your hands behind your back, ma'am.

You're framing me?

Have you any idea how much money

I've raised for this city?!

There are charities in this city that wouldn't

exist without my work! Let's go.

No, no! You are gonna be sorry! Ma'am.

Let's go, come on. You don't want to do this.

Get her out of here. Come on.

I already am.

Checking. One, two, three, check.

One, two, three, check.

What the...?

Mr. Swint.

This some kind of joke?

On the contrary.

This is a full complement of my finest officers

in service to your right to peaceful assembly

and free speech in our fair city.

I don't want them or need them. Get out.

Well, I'm afraid I can't do that, sir.

See, the particulars of your contract

with the management of this theater

require an NYPD security presence

up to and during your broadcast.

You're welcome.

Proceed to your assigned posts.

What?

You dug up every mutt, mongrel

and half-breed to do it.

This is Sergeant Spinner.

Just by coincidence, Sergeant Spinner was

a blind-side tackle on your own Kansas State Wildcats.

Good for him!

At your service, sir.

Proceed to your post, Sergeant.

This is harassment, plain and simple.

No, sir, it's just our New York way

of saying, "Howdy, stranger."

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