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Gunshot?

That's no gunshot wound.

Looks like he was stabbed.

You get an I.D.?

No, no wallet.

Robbery?

It's a good bet.

His watch is missing.

This isn't exactly a high traffic area.

Don't think we're gonna get many eyewitnesses

coming out of the woodwork.

No, and anything that was left behind's washed away--

fibers, hairs, footprints.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one's around to hear it,

does it make a sound?

It doesn't matter if there's a camera in the forest.

I gave you ten dollars!

You give me five, I give you two.

Hot dog is three.

I gave you ten!

You gave me five, now get lost

before I call the police!

That's enough. Calm down.

That's enough. That's enough. Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, hey. - That's enough. Calm down.

O-Okay. Okay, okay!

Look, look, look, I got, I got...

I got something in my pocket that will get me out of this.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Just check my wallet.

As usual, you missed the point.

You asked my opinion, I gave it.

And it was wrong. It's my opinion.

It can be neither right nor wrong.

It can be wrong and it was.

And you were right, right?

Right. Where's Baker?

In labor.

Careful, Sid, he hasn't had his coffee yet.

What is it?

Uh, an individual was arrested this morning

after he assaulted a hot dog vendor on the street.

Okay.

In the 12th, Officer Reagan's precinct.

This going somewhere?

Officer Reagan asked me to bring it to your attention

that the perp had on him an NYPD courtesy card.

An old one of mine.

No, an old one of your son's, Joe.

Anthony ABETEMARCO!

Hey! Jimmy boy!

How the hell are you, pal?

How you doing, huh?

Eh, can't complain.

What's new? What's new?

Yeah. I'm still fat.

That's the only news I got to report.

Nah, you look good, man. You look good.

What about you? Staying out of trouble?

Yeah, nah, you know, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You still chasing the action.

Yeah, ooh, well, you know, big shock, huh?

You up or down?

Ah, I'm down and out, Ant.

How deep are you in the hole?

Ah, Jimmy, to who?

To this group out in, uh, Bay Ridge. Russians.

We're not bumping into each other on accident

out here, are we?

You know, I, uh, heard you worked around here.

I thought I could hit you up for a favor.

You want me to sit down with these guys?

Just flash the badge around, let 'em know I'm a good guy,

and I'm good for it.

How you gonna be good for it, Jimmy?

I got it all worked out, it's all good.

I just... I need more time, you know?

Let me think about it, okay?

No promises.

Yeah, do what you got to do, I mean...

It's good to see you.

You, too, buddy.

Hey!

Hey, I got something.

What do you got?

Miracle of all miracles, the surveillance camera

at the crime scene was actually in working condition.

Well, let's take a look.

This poor guy has no idea what's coming.

Here we go.

Your money or your life.

Now, what the hell was that?

It's not a straight-out robbery, that's for sure.

No, it looks more like a hit made to look like a robbery.

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Ah, this is as close as I can get it

without distorting the image.

Can you move in on his wrist?

Maybe he's got on a watch that can tell us something,

or a tattoo?

Nothing.

What about his shoes? Anything specific about them?

Uh, plain black boot.

There's not a single thing you can tell me about this person

that's unique?

I got something I could tell you about him.

Whoever he is, he knew what he was doing.

We got nothing. Seems so.

What is this?

Who is this? It's our Vic.

His prints popped in the system?

Yeah, he got collared

for a DWI three years ago.

Lee Bukowski.

Let's go see what we can learn about him.

Name's Jesse Collins.

Used to be a cop out in Suffolk.

Oh.

He shot and killed a man when he came up

on a robbery in progress.

It was ruled a good shooting, but...

he never quite recovered from it.

He briefly worked on the same task force with Joe.

They exchanged cards, cop to cop.

And the outcome of the arrest?

It was his first collar anywhere,

so we gave him a desk appearance ticket.

Sounds about right.

Yeah.

Actually, I was hoping there was something we could do for him.

He got off on a DAT.

Yeah, but...

I sat down with him.

He's a... he's a good guy.

He could use a hand.

Well, it sounds like you already gave him one.

I was hoping maybe you could call the archbishop,

connect him with Catholic Charities.

Maybe get him some counseling...

A request like that usually goes through channels,

from the precinct delegate, to the union president

and then to this office. Right.

I just thought, since he knew Joe and he used to be a cop...

Your brother knew a lot of people, and he gave out

a lot of these, as most cops do.

And you know they're only good for a year anyway.

Yeah, but a courtesy card given out by any cop

killed in the line of duty usually jumps

to the top of the pile. Come on.

I have always tried not to give special treatment

to my sons, that would include Joe.

Yeah, I know that, Dad,

but, after I talked to his C.O. out in Suffolk,

that's when I found out that he'd been having trouble

since leaving the job. Great.

And you brought that forward, now you can get back to work.

Right.

Excuse me.

Ms. Bukowski?

Detective Reagan. This is my partner Detective Baez.

Yeah?

Uh, like to ask you a few questions about your husband.

Ex.

And you don't have to bother, I already heard.

May he rest in peace.

So, not a fan?

If I was, he wouldn't be my ex, now would he?

Not an amicable split?

I'll put it to you this way,

I still celebrate our anniversary...

of our divorce.

Can you tell us where you were Monday, Ms. Bukowski?

That's a good one.

You think I killed him?

Did you? I wish.

If I had the balls to do that, I would've done it

the first time he smacked me around 20 years ago.

Sorry.

We both are, but could you tell us...

I work nights.

I was at Downtown Hospital working a double.

Have at it.

Yeah, my mother told me.

Really? You as broken up about it

as she is?

Hey, cut her some slack, all right?

He was a real prick to everyone,

but he really perfected his game when it came to her.

What about you?

Me?

I was his son, so he had a special warm spot

in his heart for me.

I'll never forget the time

he gave me my first beer.

I was nine.

Nine?

Yeah. That was his parting gift to me.

Never laid eyes on him again.

Okay.

Where were you on Monday night?

I was working here.

You can ask my manager.

We will.

How do you work for 20 years in a place

and not make a single friend?

Anyone have an Axe to grind with the guy?

About what?

Taking someone's lunch out of the break room fridge?

Look, he kept to himself.

Nobody here would bother to waste a word on the guy,

let alone a bullet.

It was a knife.

Whatever.

You asked to see me, Your Majesty?

I most certainly did.

Please take a seat, Detective ABETEMARCO.

“Detective Abetemarco”?

Wow, I must've really screwed the pooch this time.

What?

What'd I do?

Do you know this guy?

Yeah, that's Jimmy.

Jimmy Pearson from the old neighborhood.

You two friends?

Whoa.

Where'd you get these pictures?

Are you friends, Anthony?

Friends?

Sure, I guess.

I mean, I know him my whole life.

It's not like we pal around together.

You look pretty chummy to me.

Like I said, he's from the old neighborhood.

Well, he's also the subject

of an NYPD investigation.

For what?

Do you know where your he works?

Yeah, the phone company.

He's a lifer, his old man worked there.

Do you know what he does for the phone company?

Answers the phone?

This isn't funny, Anthony.

He works in compliance,

which means he has access to all the customers

personal information--

their addresses, phone numbers,

people they call, people who've called them, et cetera.

Oh, no.

What the hell did Jimmy do?

He's been feeding information

to a group of Russian bookies for months now.

'Cause he's in the hole to them.

Well, they're blackmailing him now.

Okay, look, here's the deal.

He sought me out to try to get me to help him

with the Russians.

But he didn't say nothing to me about...

what he's been doing with the phone company.

Well, I'm happy to hear that.

A-And from now on,

I'll have nothing to do with him.

Well, I was thinking the opposite, actually.

What are you talking about?

He trusts you.

Looks like he'd tell you just about anything.

You want me to wear a wire?

I want you to bring a bad guy to justice.

He's a friend, Erin.

And I ain't no rat.

You know, between the two of us,

we're holding about a dozen open cases on top of this one.

Huh?

We're behind about a dozen cases.

What's your point?

This dog has fleas.

No leads, no eyewitnesses,

no usable surveillance.

And frankly, a guy so miserable,

I wouldn't be surprised if his own mother wanted him dead.

I hear you.

But?

I don't know, I mean, this could be something,

it could be nothing.

What do you got? What are you watching?

Well, we have nothing,

but I did a little digging around

and I might have found something.

Take a look.

What we witnessed today in that courtroom was a victory,

not just for my client, but for justice.

Seems there's a little bit more

to our Vic's DWI than we knew.

He killed a mother and her son?

Head-on collision.

And he got off.

Yeah, well, it was a first offense

and he lawyered up with Glen Knapp,

who kicked ass on the case

so the DA couldn't make a case,

and Bukowski walked.

Okay, I'll ask you again,

what are you looking at?

I think I might be looking at

a man who is out for revenge.

I didn't just lose my wife and my son on that day.

I lost my life.

What happened today

should never happen.

Nothing can bring my family back

and now, there's no justice.

That man should die.

That man should die!

There's no justice until Lee Bukowski...

is dead and buried.

Does that sound like a threat to you?

Detectives?

Mr. Holt? Yeah, Detective Reagan,

this is my partner, Detective Baez.

Pleased to meet you.

Let's, uh...

Is this gonna take a long time?

I have a long list of patients today.

You're a doctor?

Yeah, a physician's assistant.

Is this about one of my patients?

Afraid not.

Do you know this man?

Seems like you do.

Why are you here?

Lee Bukowski was found dead a few nights ago.

Well, maybe there is a God, after all.

He was murdered.

Who works in mysterious ways.

Let me save you a lot of time and trouble.

Lee Bukowski

was...

less than human.

He was a savage

who took the lives of the most important people

in my life, with reckless abandon

and never showed an ounce of remorse.

I'm not sorry he's dead.

But I'm not happy, either.

More importantly,

I didn't kill him.

Not sure anyone would blame you if you did.

I didn't.

Mr. Holt, we have to ask:

where were you Monday night at 9:00?

In my bed, sleeping.

Alone?

My wife was the center of my life.

My son was the reason for my being.

Without them...

I'm always alone.

I really do have to get back to work.

Okay.

Thanks for your time.

Knock, knock.

Nobody's home.

I got these for you.

Beware of Reagans bearing gifts.

We need to talk.

Nothing to talk about.

I ain't doing it.

I understand how you feel and I respect that.

If you did, you wouldn't be here.

I can make you do it, you know.

Not that I would, I'm just making a point.

I need you to look at this.

Who are they?

People who have been hurt

as a result of the information your friend gave

to the Russians.

This guy had his knees smashed

with a sledgehammer over a $10,000 debt.

Now, I know your friend isn't the one swinging it,

but he sure as hell is the one

putting it in their hands.

Is it him?

It's impossible to tell.

Well, what do you feel?

I feel like if it was my wife and kid

who was killed by Bukowski,

it would definitely be me under that umbrella.

So you think it's Holt?

Well, I think everyone is innocent until proven guilty.

What do you think?

I think I wish I hadn't dug deeper

into Mr. Holt's background.

What'd you find?

Before he worked as a physician's assistant,

he worked in the medical examiner's office.

And who better to know how to kill somebody

and then clean up the crime scene,

not leaving evidence,

than somebody who works in the M.E.'s office?

Yeah, I don't think the rain was an accident.

But Holt said he was home sleeping

at the time of the murder, right?

Which you and I both know is highly unlikely.

So we're gonna have to get a subpoena to find out

which cell tower his phone was pinging off of at the time.

Do you really want the answer to that?

Do I want to know?

I'm not sure, but it's our job to know.

Who you calling?

My sister.

Do you want to start?

No.

Do you want to give me a little heads-up?

No.

Here I am.

Good. Please.

Okay, I want complete honesty,

full disclosure, no holds barred.

Agreed?

Uh, first, about?

My son.

Agreed.

Detective Reagan's a piece of work...

Officer Reagan. Jamie.

Oh.

Jamie. That's right.

How you think he is perceived out there,

what the other cops and bosses think of him?

You actually want us to talk about one of your kids?

He's hardly a kid.

Son, then.

That's kind of the third rail around here.

Well, now it's not.

So, please?

Talk to me.

Jamie's an excellent cop.

Other cops like him 'cause he's reliable and loyal.

Bosses like him because he excels at everything he does.

If anything, he is an underused asset.

So you're the good cop?

Boss?

Makes you the bad cop.

Uh, I second everything Sid just said.

But?

No buts.

But? However?

Okay, there's a question that floats around here.

Why is Jamie Reagan still a beat cop?

And the answer to the question that floats around here?

The stock answer would be:

uh, he's biding his time.

But?

But...

I think it's something else.

I think you're holding him back.

Me?

Could be.

People know you go overboard

making sure that there's no special treatment for your kids.

Jamie's successes and failures should be purely his own,

like every other cop.

But he's not like every other cop.

And pretending he is doesn't make it so.

So I should just move him up the ranks as I please?

No, but however well-intentioned you are,

in not artificially helping him along,

it actually does the opposite.

It artificially holds him back.

How?

There are bosses on this job

who are very interested in Jamie.

And who wouldn't be?

They want to tap him for special assignments,

even promotions,

but they're afraid in doing so, it will ruffle your feathers.

You second this?

Yes, boss.

Should I have a lawyer here?

Only if you think you need one.

I... What do you want?

Well, we checked your phone records, Mr. Holt.

Your cell phone pinged off of the tower

closest to the murder scene.

Actually, to clarify,

it didn't ping the night of the murder,

but as you can see from these records,

your cell phone was in that area

many times over the past few weeks.

Which tells us

that you were casing the scene,

tracking Mr. Bukowski,

getting to know his routine.

No.

No? Okay, then why else

would you be in the same place

where the man you hate most in life was killed?

Here, here,

here, here, here, here, and here.

Hmm?

There's a restaurant in that neighborhood that I like.

How convenient.

Well, you can check

my credit card bill if you'd like to.

Why don't you do that?

Hey.

You want to tell me what's going on?

With?

Interfering with the witness

while I'm interrogating him.

I didn't interfere.

You realize there's a reason I left out the fact

that we didn't have his cell phone in the area

at the time of the murder, right?

Yeah, I know, you were trying to trip him up.

Yeah, trip him up, which I couldn't do

because you gave it up.

He's a smart guy, Danny.

The reason he left his cell phone at home

is so his movements couldn't be tracked.

That's not the point.

He was confused, he was rattled.

Well, I was trying to build some trust.

That is a rationalization, and you know it.

Look, if you're asking me if I want

to nail this guy to the wall,

the answer is a big fat no.

Well, neither do I, okay?

But that doesn't mean we don't do our jobs.

I know, but there's doing our job,

and there's doing our job.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

It means...

do we have to do our job so well?

Go on.

This monster killed this man's

wife and only child. Uh-huh.

I know what you would do.

I know what I would do.

So how do we judge him?

Well, that's just the thing.

We're not the judge, we're only the cops.

Okay, and for better or worse,

we do what we gotta do.

Now, let's find those credit card receipts,

and find out about this restaurant.

Thanks for seeing me again, man.

You're a good friend.

I haven't agreed to anything yet.

I know, but just that you considered it at all

means a lot to me.

You know, if we're gonna do this,

I got to know the lay of the land.

Yeah.

You got it. Anything you need.

You can't hold back on me.

You gotta tell me everything.

'Cause if I go in there and I haven't got the real score,

we could both get hurt.

I understand. You got it, man.

I'll tell you everything.

Anything you need.

Please say you'll do this for me, 'cause

I don't know what's gonna happen to me... if you don't.

What's going on? I can't hear 'em.

He unplugged. He... he what?

Anthony, you plug in right now.

He can't hear you. He ca...

Are you kidding me?

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm gonna kill him.

Anthony?!

You are in big trouble.

- Hang on a second. - No, you hang on.

You cannot do that. You cannot

unilaterally abort an operation

in the middle of a meet.

I didn't. You did!

You unplugged just as the target

was about to give up everything.

Yeah, but... No buts!

You put your relationship with this guy

ahead of your responsibility

as a representative of this office.

No, I didn't. You did!

Can I say something now? What?

Yes, I should have discussed it with you first.

Should have! It's your job.

Can I finish?

I didn't abort. I just called an audible.

- What? - In football, the quarterback...

I know what it means, Anthony.

He was about to tell me everything,

and then something you said gave me a better idea.

Why are we going after Jimmy the small fish

when we can use him as bait to harpoon the Russians?

Because that wasn't the objective, Anthony.

I know, but why not?

Because it... it just wasn't.

Jimmy's back is up against the wall.

He spills everything on the Russians,

and we make a much bigger case.

Besides, I know how to talk to him.

It's not a completely terrible idea.

Your flattery humbles me, Your Grace.

The guy doesn't have any family, never married.

His parents have passed.

So I took him down to the facility,

checked him in-- all off-duty, of course.

Good for you.

To me, part of my job.

So thanks for coming out.

Been on my mind--

do you ever think of us as a family business?

Sure, as does half New York.

Okay, let's switch the particulars

for sake of discussion.

Say our family business was barstools.

Barstools? Or whatever.

No barstools is good. Okay.

So Pop founded it, I took over for him.

Erin keeps the books and handles distribution,

and Danny goes all over the five boroughs

looking for business.

Sounds about right.

Where are you?

On the shop floor.

Is that where you want to be?

Not sure I follow.

Well, you've got the education,

you certainly have the talent.

You've got the drive to go above and beyond, and...

I'm still on the shop floor making barstools.

Yeah. You see what I'm getting at?

I do.

Let me ask you something?

Sure. You're in a family business,

Whether it's making barstools

or keeping these streets safe.

Shouldn't somebody in the family

be on the shop floor

with their hands on the product every day?

Your metaphor.

I'm thinking.

I'm late. Thanks for breakfast, Dad.

And I don't know who else is a part of this discussion,

but you can tell them for me...

real happy where I'm at.

Boom, boom, boom, and boom.

And these booms are...

He was at the restaurant, just like he said he was.

Wow, good work. I, uh, found her.

He was telling the truth.

Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks.

What, you still don't believe him?

No, I believe he was in the restaurant

every single time he said he was.

You think it's a cover. No.

I think he's a smart guy, like you said he was.

Which means he wanted us to check his credit card receipts,

'cause that was him building his alibi.

Wow, you really want to get this guy.

No, I just... I'm doing my job.

You know, we can stick this case in a drawer

right now, and no one would ever be the wiser.

No, we couldn't.

What is that?

This is the exterior of Lee Bukowski's apartment.

This is Lee Bukowski leaving his apartment.

And that is William Holt

following Lee Bukowski leaving his apartment.

Could be a coincidence.

Not nine times it couldn't.

What do you mean you're not gonna sit down with them?

I thought that's what we worked out.

It's not gonna happen.

Why not?

'Cause you're jammed up pretty good, Jimmy.

And not just with the Russians, either.

Jammed up how?

NYPD knows you've been feeding sensitive

proprietary information

to the bookmakers that you're into.

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

He's talking about this.

Who are you? Who's this?

I'm Erin Reagan, Assistant District Attorney.

You set me up. Take it easy.

Nobody set up anybody.

This is an ambush. You walked me into

a friggin' ambush!

That is not what this is.

My ass it isn't. Am I getting collared here?

Is that what this is? How could you?

You want to be upset at him, be my guest.

But you should know he's the only reason why

you're not already behind bars.

NYPD had been watching you for weeks.

We had you on a wire, ready to put you away for years,

but your friend here saw a better way.

What way?

You need to give up the Russians, Jimmy.

Get the hell out of here.

If you don't, you're gonna end up in this folder.

If I do, I'm gonna end up at the bottom of the Gowanus.

Not if your testimony puts every last one of them behind bars.

Listen to her, Jimmy.

She knows what she's talking about.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Jimmy, wait. Forget me.

Forget my face. Forget my name.

No! I'm getting the money!

I'm getting it! No!

Drop it now! Did I stutter?

You okay, pal?

Huh? Huh?

Come on. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, that's our Vic.

This guy coming around the corner,

with the newspaper, he's appeared like that

nine times in the last month. Nine.

Yeah, it's good. I think you're probably right.

He's your guy. Yup.

You don't have enough.

Oh. Okay.

“Okay”?

Yeah, what?

You're not gonna fight with me?

You always fight with me. I do?

You huff and puff all over the place,

and I wave my finger around,

and preach about the proper procedure

in a criminal justice system.

That's what we do. That's... that's our thing.

Well, I'm maturing.

Yeah, right.

What's going on?

Okay, I'm kind of hoping that I...

don't make the case.

I'm trying hard and doing my job,

but... I'm kind of hoping this one craps out.

Well, let me be the one to let you off the hook a bit.

You can't place him at the scene, you don't have enough.

Right.

I guess I don't have enough.

You check his car?

See if he got a summons that day?

I mean, stranger things have happened.

Remember Son of Sam?

Actually, he doesn't drive.

Then you're off the hook.

Yes, I am.

What?

He doesn't drive.

Yeah, you said that.

But he does take the subway.

Have you pulled the surveillance from the nearby subway station?

No, I did not... but I will.

So, we got a deal? Jimmy's gonna wear a wire for us?

I don't think so.

Are you kidding me? You saved his life.

I was surprised myself.

Surprised? How about pissed?

Okay, that, too. Look, he's an annoying guy.

He's been like that since we were kids.

Well, he's not gonna get away with this.

I still have enough on him to make his life miserable.

I don't think you're gonna want to do that.

Why not?

'Cause it might undermine the credibility

of your star witness.

What are you talking about?

He's not gonna wear a wire

because there's no need to.

He's already got them all on tape.

The worm that he is, he recorded every phone call

where he exchanged information

with the Russians.

There's hundreds on there,

and each one of them match up

with one of these.

I love you, Anthony.

See, now I can die a happy man.

I'm gonna kill you,

but I love you.

Hey, Mr. Holt.

You wanted to see me? Yeah.

Right this way.

Come on in.

Hi, William.

What is he doing here?

You remember me. Glen Knapp.

What is he doing here?

Well, he's your attorney, Mr. Holt.

Like hell he is. This is the guy who got

that monster off.

Yes, because I'm good at what I do.

Listen, I don't know what's

going on in here, but I'm leaving.

You're not going anywhere. Get over there.

I'm here as a courtesy. I'm not under arrest.

Actually, you are. What?

Please, don't say any more, Mr. Holt.

Why don't you take a look at this, Mr. Holt?

This is you, Mr. Holt.

That's not me.

It is, and...

...so is this.

That's not me.

Would you take out your MetroCard please, Mr. Holt?

Do not do that.

Doesn't actually matter anyway because we traced

the MetroCard you used at the turnstile

back to your personal credit card.

Which is more than enough to impanel a grand jury.

And to get an indictment.

But not a conviction.

Not so long as I'm representing you.

Wait a minute.

The two of you... have already convinced him to take my case?

You're under arrest, Mr. Holt.

Don't worry.

You'll be out on bail in less than 24 hours.

I don't know what to say.

Please...

don't say anything.

I'd listen to him. He's pretty smart.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

Come on in.

Sorry to call last minute.

Oh, not a problem.

You okay with it?

You should be the one to have it.

Thanks for this.

Coffee or something?

The other day, I didn't mean to suggest

that you weren't living up to your potential.

Didn't take it that way.

It was the impression I got.

To each his own. Let's leave it at that, huh?

My point was you're a hell of a good cop,

and there's lots of places you can benefit this department.

I don't think I got another cop with a Harvard law degree.

And I know I've always been a hard-ass

about keeping my distance from you and your brothers

where the job's concerned.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

I'd hate to think I was holding you back.

You haven't... ever.

Thing is, Dad, I'm... damn proud of my bar stools.

Any given day, I can stop a robbery, prevent a murder...

take a gun off the street, save a life...

steer a kid straight,

and, you know, help out a neighbor I don't know.

Hell, I even get to... deliver a baby once and a while.

It's funny how all cops love that one.

I'm excited every single shift.

How many people can say that?

A lucky few.

Can you?

Well... I remember the feeling.

Why'd you give it up?

In my day, you moved up through the ranks.

That's just what you did.

I never thought to question it.

And if you had it to do all over again?

I'd be right where you are.

Okay, look, I don't know about

the rest of you, but I'm starving

- No, no. - Yes, yes.

No, no, no.

The rule is we don't start till everybody's here.

- Has anybody checked their phones? - We've been waiting forever.

- Sorry. - Ah, finally.

Ah.

We got caught up.

Doing what, pray tell?

Making bar stools.

- Huh? - Long story.

Can we just sit down and eat?

The food's getting cold.

Okay, okay.

Whose turn is it?

Danny's. Mom's.

- Nicky's. - Sean.

Jack or Sean, say grace now, okay?

Sean, just say it. Just, yeah.

Why do I have to do everything no one else wants to do?

Because you're low man on the totem pole, that's why.

Now let's go, come on.

I cannot wait until you get married

- and have a kid. - Whoa!

Do you know something I don't know?

That you're insane? Please, somebody just do it.

Seriously, why is it that no one at this table

ever wants to say grace? Linda's turn.

- Linda's turn. - Happily.

Just say it, Mom. In the name of the Father...

Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to say something.

Oh, my God, you got to be kidding me.

Used to be another chair at this table.

Right down there next to Pop.

I met a friend of Joe's this week.

Truth is they didn't know each other that well.

And even though Joe's been gone for years...

it didn't stop him from helping his friend out of a jam.

So, it got me to thinking,

that's who Joe was in our family,

the shop steward...

...the guy who looked out for all the other guys.

Anyway, instead of grace, how about a toast?

To our shop steward.