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Hey.

Hey.

Closed door?

I want to talk to you.

Talk to or talk at?

Probably nothing.

Well, maybe nothing. So something.

Got a call from one of our COs this morning.

Turns out one of our cops got his nose broken

busting up a bar fight on the upper east side.

Okay, that happened.

Thing is, the perp in the incident

is Alex Jasper. Not ringing a bell.

Son of Frederick T. Jasper.

The mayor's main bundler? The same.

Oh.

Normally, you hit a cop,

you break his nose,

the judge hits you with a hefty bail.

I'm guessing that didn't happen here.

Released on his own recognizance.

I see.

And this comes to me because...

Because should we tell the boss?

We?

Well, now that you know the particulars, yeah.

Crafty. Two minutes ago I was blissfully ignorant.

Should we tell the boss?

Is there any evidence that says

the mayor talked to that judge?

Well, no, but it's pretty obvious

what's going on here.

We don't say anything to Frank

until there's something to say.

Are you sure?

Morning.

Hey, Danny. Morning.

- Morning, Regan. - Morning.

I got to tell him?

You're the one bringing it here.

He's always pissed about something.

Get ready. Heard 'em talking

about a double homicide came in.

You mean the one they just gave to Byrne and Bitterman?

They're not gonna give it to those bananas

while we're sitting around twiddling our thumbs.

Well, we're no longer twiddling.

Who's this, and why is his foot

on the furniture?

Officer Mahoney. How you doing?

Just came off this job.

- Sarge said to give it to you. - What is it?

Teen suicide. You got to be kidding me.

It's busy work.

Hey, I'm just the messenger.

You're not just the messenger. You're first on the scene, right?

What do you know about this Derrick Madigan kid?

He's a good kid, just got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

What's that got to do with him taking his own life?

I think he got peer-pressured by his friends.

He was a lookout for one of their robberies the other night.

Once he heard we caught wind of his involvement,

well, word on the street is

he panicked.

How'd he do it?

His mother found him handing by his belt in the closet.

Oh, good Lord.

As you can imagine, she ain't doing so good right about now.

Yeah, I wouldn't think so.

So, uh, what can I tell the boss?

Tell the boss we'll take the case

and to teach you some manners.

Again with the foot!

All right. Yeah, all right.

We got it from here, good-bye.

It was all you, Your Majesty.

Come on, we're a team. When I win, you win.

I just happen to win more often.

Funny thing is, you ain't kidding.

Oh, come on, of course I am.

You know that.

There's a Reggie Wilson here to see you.

I don't see him on your schedule.

Reggie Wilson? Sounds familiar.

Wasn't he our sole eyewitness

on that homicide last year?

Yeah, you're right. He took the stand for us

when the neighborhood wouldn't even look our way.

So I should let him in? Please.

He's got big stones, this guy.

By “stones” you're meaning his intestinal fortitude?

Sure. Whatever.

Mr. Wilson.

Miss Erin, the pleasure's mine.

Nice to see you. Good to see you.

Reggie, how are you? Anthony, right?

Look like you lost some weight.

I'll find it soon enough.

So what brings you all the way down here

from the Bronx?

I'm gonna be straight with you.

The way I see it, I helped you out pretty good

on that situation you had last year.

You did your civic duty, for which we're grateful,

if that's what you mean.

Now it's your turn.

My turn?

It's your turn to scratch my back.

The dream team, sir.

- Morning. - Morning.

How's it going, boss? It's going.

You see that piece in the news?

Nice little pat on the back.

In the neighborhood section, page after the comics.

Well, okay.

I spoke to the Chief of D's, like you asked.

He says you're gonna be very happy

about this month's numbers.

And you're personally guaranteeing it?

Well, no, I just...

Better to under-promise than over-deliver.

Well, that's a good one.

And what about the Jasper kid's ROR?

ROR, as in released on own recognizance?

As in no bail.

I know what it means, sir.

So you know about it, right? Yeah.

Yes, we just didn't know you did.

And you were about to tell me? Because it's not in here.

Well... Look, I have dinner

every Sunday with the former PC, a detective,

a beat cop, and an A.D.A.

Did you really think all my Intel

flowed through you two?

No, but... I also charter

a boat out of Montauk from time to time

with Officer Broken Nose's CO.

Call in some chips and get the presiding judge's phone log,

and see who reached out.

Now would be a good time.

♪ Blue Bloods 7x20 ♪ No Retreat No Surrender Original Air Date on April 14, 2017

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My kids are terrified

to go to school.

My wife,

she's practically turning into a hermit.

All 'cause no one wants to open our door.

Your door opens up into the lobby of the building?

Ain't no lobby no more, it's more like

a 7-Eleven, with the only thing on the shelves being dope.

And how often is this happening?

24/7, 365.

Hell, they've even closed it down during Christmas morning.

You've brought this to the people

that run the Housing Authority?

People that run the Housing Authority? What?

It's a housing project. Nobody's running nothing.

Have you reached out to your local precinct?

Only every day.

And what'd they say? “Call us back when there's a homicide”.

The boogie down Bronx.

And how about the Bronx D.A.? Only every other day.

What'd they say?

“Call us back when it's a homicide”.

Look...

I get it, okay?

Up where we live, doping and dealing,

it ain't nothing to you people down here in these buildings.

But this is happening just outside my door,

and I don't want that homicide

to be one of my kids.

Look... I get it, and I want to help you.

But I'm a Manhattan A.D.A., and you live in the Bronx.

Didn't stop me from helping you.

Yeah, you're right.

Okay, I will call the Bronx

A.D.A.'s office.

And I can't promise anything,

but I will look into this.

Thank you, Miss Erin.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you, Miss Erin, thank you. Okay.

I'd have put ten to one against you agreeing

to pick up this case.

That's because you don't know the history

I have with a certain Bronx A.D.A.

I'm a good person.

I've always tried to do the right thing,

even when life has dealt me one crappy card after another.

That person is gone now.

Gone, gone. We understand.

We know you're hurting.

Could you tell us some more about Derrick?

You want to know about my son?

Here's the only thing you need

to write down on that piece of paper.

Derrick was a blessing.

He was heaven-sent.

He was the only good thing

I ever got in my life, and now he's just gone.

Just like that. How does that happen?

I don't know.

I can't imagine what you're going through,

but I lost a brother, my partner lost a brother...

Why did he do this?

Why? Why would he take his life?

Over something so stupid?

Sometimes, we just don't know how much someone is hurting...

No, it's those idiots he was running around with.

That's whose fault this is.

They made him do that robbery.

I was telling Derrick from day one,

that boy Jonas is no good.

I told him.

Since the day that boy was born,

He was no...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Take your time.

Mr. Smith to see you.

Hi. Nice to see you.

I was happy that you remembered me when I called.

Oh, I never forget someone

who tries to peddle influence in my office.

I was not trying to influence you.

You wanted me to drop charges on your daughter

when she was arrested for drug possession.

Now, what do you call that?

Being a concerned mother.

Okay.

Speaking colleague to colleague,

“Working out a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

What's the matter?

Don't they give you enough work to do down here?

Mr. Wilson came to us.

It was his idea.

You're not twisting his arm?

More like he's twisting mine.

Well, tell him it's starting to hurt.

You're saying no?

At least you're not dumb.

No, I'm not.

Cameron,

can you come in here, please?

Could you put these on the bottom of my pile?

Okay, hold on.

What are they?

Oh, nothing really.

Just all the cases your boss, the Bronx D.A.,

has requested our help with.

Where do you want me to sign?

I'm sure it'll just be a minute.

Been 20.

Excuse me.

Will you kindly tell the mayor

that we have another appointment this afternoon.

Again, my apologies.

I don't expect it'll be much longer.

She doesn't expect it to be much longer.

I have ears.

Yes, of course you do.

He does know we're here, right?

Yes, sir.

Commissioner, so sorry for making you wait.

20 minutes, Carlton.

Garrett,

great to see you. Please come in.

Where's the mayor?

Yes, about that.

Commissioner, the mayor extends his sincere apologies

about not being able to meet personally with you today.

What?

But he was called up to Albany

on a last minute budget thing with the governor.

Did he leave out the window?

Sorry, what?

How long's he been gone?

Since about 2:00. We've been cooling

our heels out there for almost half an hour. The hell is this?

This was a last minute request for a meeting

on an impossibly packed day

that the mayor has authorized me to take on his behalf.

So, please, take a seat.

I'm good.

Okay, then.

How can I help?

You are authorized to speak for the mayor, I got that right?

Yes. Okay.

Just as if I were he.

As if you were he.

Okay.

Then, Mr. Mayor,

what the hell were you thinking

when you personally phoned

the presiding judge in the Jasper case

at 7:14 this morning

and got bail squashed?

I am not up to speed on this.

Oh, you're not up to speed on this, okay.

Well, the son of one of your biggest donors

got ROR'd

on a felony assault case

for breaking the nose of an NYPD officer,

off your intercession.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Mayor,

in what world is that going to look okay?

Garrett, I am going to have to get back to you on this.

Better be quick.

“Can we talk” does not sound like good news to me.

I screwed up.

Screwed up how?

This is Derrick Madigan.

Our suicide. Yeah,

sort of.

What do you mean sort of?

I don't want this to come out the wrong way,

but can we keep this between us?

Yeah, what happened?

I was swamped.

Had two of my people out sick

and twice as many incoming bodies as I usually do.

Not to mention it's my third double shift this week.

Okay, so?

I missed something.

What'd you miss?

Look under here. At the hairline.

Is that a bruise?

Yeah. And over here.

Same thing.

More here and here.

Those are bruises.

Like from somebody's hand, maybe?

So, Derrick didn't hang himself. Is that what you're saying?

He was strangled.

And then hung to make it look like a suicide?

Which means

our suicide is now a homicide.

Yo, yo, check it. Casper the Friendly Ghost

came to the projects.

More like the guy who ate Casper.

You lost?

'Cause in case you ain't noticed,

we ain't too friendly around here.

Look, I got a job inside.

What kind of job?

Busted pipe.

You came here for a busted pipe

and left with a busted head.

I'm not looking for any problems.

Just want to do my job.

Yo, you eyeballing something?

Mr. Wilson?

I got a work order here.

Any problems getting in?

I'm here, ain't I?

My wife, Angela.

Youngest, Trevor.

Hi.

My bigs are at school.

We'll just be a minute.

You see now what I've been talking about?

Worked overtime last night and didn't make it back

in time to get Trev to school.

He's staying home today

because he's too scared

to walk through that nonsense without me.

Oh, I understand.

That little thing is a camera?

Yeah, well,

we won't want to let them know

they're on Candid Camera, now, would we?

Well, is it working?

Sure the hell is.

Wait a sec. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do you mean he was murdered?

He was murdered. I don't think the kid strangled himself.

What's the matter with you? Why are you pissed off, huh?

I didn't do nothing. Because you're the one

that brought us this fleabag case.

Fleabag case? It was

murder, you just said. Guys!

Okay, focus.

Look, you said earlier that Derrick knew

you guys were looking to talk to him on that robbery.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

So if he knew, stands to reason

the rest of his crew knew, too.

Not too many secrets on the street, no.

You said that Derrick was a good kid, right?

He wasn't hard like the other kids in the neighborhood?

No, he was soft, like butter. So, if you

caught up to him, you think you would've cracked him?

He would've folded like a house of cards.

If you know that, then his crew must know that, too.

Oh, man.

You think they silenced him.

And made it look like a suicide.

Derrick's mother said something about this kid,

Jonas. You know him?

He supposedly got Derrick mixed up in all this stuff.

Yeah, they were always hanging out together.

Jonas was a lot faster

than Derrick. I wouldn't be surprised

if he's the one that sucked him into this whole mess.

And maybe Jonas is the one

who decided to silence Derrick himself.

You got a photo?

Afternoon, Jonas.

You two, keep walking.

Come on, get out of here.

Who are you?

Detective Reagan. That's Detective Baez.

And I don't have anything to say to you.

Yeah, you do. We're gonna have a nice,

gentlemanly conversation.

Otherwise, the two of us are gonna throw you in that car,

take you down to the squad and shine a white-hot light

in your eyes, you understand?

What do you want?

I want to know who killed Derrick.

What you talking about, who killed Derrick?

He killed himself.

Nope. He had choke marks around his throat.

What?

Any chance they were from you?

Hell no. Derrick was my best friend.

Yeah, we heard about that.

You loved him so much,

you pulled him in as your lookout, right?

Some friend. Look,

Derrick was a grown man. He did what he did on his own.

You knew the cops were coming to talk to him.

And you knew Derrick didn't have the stomach for that.

He was gonna give all of you up.

So you shut him up. Isn't that right?

No, I didn't do that.

Then who did? I don't know.

I don't believe you.

I don't care.

Look,

I didn't do anything. Now can I go?

Yeah, you can go.

Take a walk.

Just gonna let him go?

Did he take his phone out yet?

How'd you know?

Is he making a call?

As we speak.

What time is it?

14:45. Great.

Now we can go get a subpoena.

Okay, o-okay. I've seen enough.

That's only the first 12 hours.

We got plenty more footage.

We're ready to move.

But you need me to sign off first.

It's your jurisdiction. We need your blessing.

You know my boss is gonna have my ass

when he hears you guys get the credit for these arrests.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Ain't no way five-O out here like this

unless one of y'all dropped a dime.

Y'all don't think I'm gonna find out who?

You already know not a blade of grass grows around here

unless I say so.

All right.

Is that e-mail server still down?

Of course.

Any sign of that subpoena coming through?

Oh, yeah, sure. It came an hour ago.

I'm just standing here 'cause it looks good.

You want to call the A.D.A. again?

I called the A.D.A. three times.

They said it was on the way any minute.

Ah! No, no.

Back off.

Okay?

But I got to fax this over to my wife.

Look, there are 900 apps where you can scan things

and send it to your wife, okay?

Get with the 21st century.

Bye-bye, Bitterman.

Well, you were probably a lot of fun in middle school.

I was actually very popular in middle school.

Thank you.

Hi, Byrne.

- I got to check the fax machine. - No, you don't.

I don't?

No, you don't.

See you.

Yeah, real blast, Reagan.

Why don't you just go make yourself useful,

like maybe pull up Jonas' phone records,

so when the subpoena does come through,

we'll have a head start.

For your information,

it's already up on my screen.

As soon as it comes through, just one click,

and we'll know who Jonas called.

Great.

Ah.

See that? Perfect timing.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

We got it.

What do you got?

14:45 he called Kevin Keith.

Kevin Keith. Anything on him?

Wanted on an outstanding warrant.

Beautiful.

Let's go find him.

I still say we call the AG.

We?

- Him. - And wonder aloud

how Albany feels about the mayor

interfering with a police investigation.

He got the kid's bail knocked down.

That's not exactly interfering with a police investigation.

You might as well build a yellow brick road

leading right back to this office.

Attorney general is law enforcement.

He's not a friend of this department.

And he's not a fan of city hall, either.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Exactly.

No. Final answer. No. Well, what do you got then?

We share it with a couple of selected news outlets,

sit back and let nature take its course.

I'm not leaking it!

Not leak, share.

Not garbage, sanitation.

Exactly. And there is no guarantee

the guy who leaked it won't get leaked.

I can guarantee. No, you can't!

And either way, AG or the press, we end up looking like weasels.

And by “we,” I mean me.

So, we sit on our hands?

Not saying that, but I don't want to make

some kind of clever move that backfires

and ends up washing the mayor's hands for him, either.

Your nose okay? What do you mean?

You breathing all right?

Yeah, so?

Me, too.

We're sitting here calculating our ass coverage...

and we forgot something.

Say yes, say no, say hell no.

Hey, why such a glum face? It's a good day.

We got a lot of bad guys off the street.

Yeah, about that.

We got to cut everybody loose.

What?

Yeah, we got to let all the drug dealers back out on the street.

Why?

Reggie's pulling out.

You can't be serious.

I just got off the phone with him.

Says he's no longer willing to cooperate.

But without Reggie, we have hardly anything.

You don't think I told him that?

What did he say?

Click.

Officer Gagliano?

The one and only.

As you were.

You got a minute?

Commissioner.

Sir.

Officers.

Hurts just looking at you.

You should feel it from this end.

I'll bet.

Doc says it's gonna take at least two surgeries

to fix your beak.

You spoke to my doctor?

And the department surgeon.

He's gonna oversee the procedures.

- You really don't have to... - I want to.

Thank you, sir.

How's the other guy look?

Never laid a hand on him.

I heard.

Commissioner, I don't know what you heard, but I'm all good.

Well, what I heard is a rich kid started a bar fight

and when you tried to break it up, he landed a cheap shot

and broke your nose in three places.

How am I doing so far?

Pretty much.

Then you got a kick in the teeth at the arraignment

when the judge released him with no bail.

I won't lie, I was surprised by that.

Surprised?

Or pissed off?

That's above my pay grade, Commissioner.

No, it's not.

Pay grade's got nothing to do with right and wrong.

The guy who sucker punched you, you know who he is?

Who is father is?

I found out.

So, you know why the judge let him go.

Yes, sir.

Yet you didn't raise a stink with your C.O. or the union.

No, sir.

Why is that?

I know how the world works.

People like me been losing to people like him

since the world first started spinning.

Do you like it like that?

Reggie.

Morning, Miss Erin.

Good morning? That's all you have to say?

Reggie, we need your help down in the basement.

Be right there.

I need to go down to the basement.

Come on, Reggie.

What's going on? Why won't you talk to me?

Got nothing to say.

No? That's a far cry from the position a few days ago

when you showed up in my office,

begging me to scratch your back.

Yeah, well...

“Yeah, well” is not a response.

It's the best I can do.

Did someone threaten you?

Because if that's the case, I could help you.

Nope.

Now you just out of the blue decided you no longer wanted

to rid your building of drug dealers?

Yeah, something like that.

It's quite a remarkable turnaround, wouldn't you say?

I'd say that I need to get back to work.

So, that's it?

And that... I'm sorry.

All right? I'm sorry.

Come on, Reggie.

I know something's going on.

Don't keep me in the dark. Let me help you.

Uh, Daddy?

Can I play Candy Crush?

I'll-I'll be with you in a minute, Trevor.

Oh, Reggie, I am so sorry.

Please, let me help you. I can protect you.

I can protect Trevor.

Have a good day, Miss Erin.

Detective Baez, Kevin. We need to...

Hey!

Stop! Police!

Kevin, get back here!

Hey!

That's how you build a better mousetrap.

I got him!

Excuse me, Detective.

Brad Taft, uh, Mr. Keith's court-appointed lawyer.

He's got a lawyer?

Got his case 20 minutes ago.

Good. Well, I'm just gonna go ask him some questions,

so why don't you join me?

No, you weren't.

How's that?

- My client has nothing to say. - Your client?

You never even met the kid.

Nope, I haven't.

Look, we got a 16-year-old boy

who was murdered and made to look like a suicide.

You understand?

Not my job to help your case, Detective.

Maybe a little respect for the circumstances.

Circumstances like my client's father

says he was with him at the time of the murder?

Now, that's a rock solid alibi.

Though, I bet you I could poke a dozen holes

in the old man's alibi within five minutes.

Just looking out for my client's best interests.

Your client,

who you've never even met, who's got a dozen arrests

and is wanted on an outstanding warrant?

You got the right to hold him on the warrant,

but he's not answering any questions on your homicide.

Let me just talk to him for a minute, okay?

I'll ask a few questions,

you don't like where I'm going with it,

you shut it down.

I think I already did just that.

Return him to court on the warrant.

Do you believe that cheap suit?

I swear, he must've gone to the same law school as my sister:

Ball Buster University.

Maybe he has a point.

Are you defending a public defender?

The M.E.'s report

said the size and impression of the bruising

on Derrick's neck was deep.

So? So, I called her

to see if she could give us

a sense of how big the assailant was.

And?

The M.E. thinks the assailant was an adult.

That kid is a buck 50 soaking wet.

Okay, well, the M.E. was wrong before about the bruises.

You remember that? Maybe she's wrong again this time.

Maybe, maybe not.

Where are you going?

I spoke to one of the cops

who works those projects.

Said the gang jumped little Trevor

on his way to school.

They broke his arm, Anthony.

A six-year-old little boy.

Want to send a message to the father?

You hit him where it hurts the most.

These guys are animals. I want them in cages.

On top of it, they silenced one of the good guys.

Which means the bad guys are winning.

How do we, in good conscience,

ask the next Reggie that comes forward

to stick his neck out, to do what's right,

when we know this is what happens?

Oh, God.

You here to gloat?

Actually, I'm here to lend a hand.

Oh, yeah? How?

To answer your question, it takes a village.

Come again?

My grandmother used to say, “In the Bronx,

“you don't ask one man to do what's right.

You ask the whole block.”

All right. Okay, thanks.

What's wrong with you?

You eat one too many wantons?

No. I do feel like I'm gonna be sick, though.

What is it?

When the M.E. said it was an adult,

I don't know, something happened.

A bad feeling inside, like a sinking feeling.

Uh-huh.

So I did some sniffing around.

And your bad feeling led you to...?

Derrick's mom.

Investigated three times by Child Services.

For beating her son.

Detectives.

Mind if we come in?

What?

We have some news.

Oh? Turns out,

your son didn't kill himself after all.

What do you mean?

Mrs. Madigan, your son was murdered.

Oh, no! No...

And the good news is we know who did it.

You do? Mm-hmm.

It was you.

Me?

Yeah.

Shame on you.

Shame on you, coming into my house

and saying a thing like that.

Get out!

Get out of here... We're not going anywhere!

Did you know that all of your Internet searches

are saved in the cloud?

A cloud? What-what the hell are you talking about?

We have a record of every one of your Internet searches.

Specifically,

the ones about how to make a murder

look like a suicide.

No, it wasn't me.

You're the only person who lives here.

And you have a history of beating your son.

You found out he was involved in the robberies.

You got angry, you lost control.

And you wrapped your hands around his throat.

And then, you did the unthinkable. No, I...

Yeah, you did.

I didn't-- stop it.

I didn't mean it. It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't my fault. I told him a thousand times

and he wouldn't listen to me.

It was those boys! Those boys were no good!

It's their fault.

If he never hung out with them,

none of this would have happened.

Turn around and put hands behind your back.

Please.

Turn around, put your hands behind your back.

There must be something.

I'm telling you, it was an accident.

I didn't mean to kill my son.

You're under arrest.

Please. Please.

I didn't mean...

Look, Miss Erin, I told you, I'm done.

I'm out. I know and I respect that.

I just want you to see something.

What? Trust me.

Take a look at this.

Very cool. Can I go now?

Hold on. Anthony, show him.

What's happening? What...?

What is all this?

- It's all your neighbors, Reggie. - When we told them

what happened to you,

they all wanted to help.

Every last one of 'em

let us install a camera in their apartment.

I, uh...

I-I don't know what to say.

Say “go.”

What?

Give the order: “Go.”

Go.

Go, go, go! Go, move!

Get down!

Hands! Show me your hands! Now!

You're under arrest.

Behind your back!

On your feet!

All right...

Get him out of here!

Move it!

Move it. Move it! Eyes front!

Coming through.

Coming through. Let's go, let's go.

Make a path!

Look straight ahead.

You gonna pay for this, son.

You damn well better bank on that.

He didn't have nothing to do with it.

My ass he didn't.

True story.

Well, if not him, then who?

It was me.

It was me.

It was me.

- It was me. - It was me.

- It was me. - Me, too.

Yeah, it was me.

Yeah, little man.

A soldier just like your father.

You might have run that by me.

Might have. Didn't, though.

I got that. Garrett,

I did not need De-fanging.

The attorney general and I had a very productive conversation.

Is he having a productive conversation with our mayor?

- That's up to him. - I thought you

didn't want to come off as a weasel.

Hey, Garrett... His word.

I'll take “weasel” over “chicken” any day.

Try ostrich.

Why ostrich?

Burying his head in the sand.

I'm not.

You know, you can't

make the politics go away just 'cause you don't like 'em.

The call I made was all about politics.

I'm lost.

Politically speaking,

Officer Gagliano and all of our 35,000 cops are my constituents.

I turn a blind eye to their needs,

I'm throwing 'em under the bus.

But they can't fire you. The mayor can.

But if he doesn't have their loyalty and their support?

I'd be an empty suit. I'd have already lost the job.

Erin, can you pass the potatoes?

Here, let me.

Got any more meat down there?

No, I got it.

Thanks, Frank.

You're welcome. Incoming.

The rare ones you like are on the bottom.

Thank you.

You feeling okay?

Seriously.

Never better. Why?

Because you're happy.

You're just so amiable.

Can't a guy be in a good mood?

Not like this, not without cause.

Oh, now I got to show cause?

And you were singing pretty loud in church.

- Sure were. - And the way you raced up

to communion, it was like they were handing out $20 bills.

That did not happen.

Pop?

Francis?

Okay. I guess it's gonna come out anyway.

Your father has declared war on our mayor.

What?

I wouldn't call him “our mayor” right now.

He disrespected us.

You mean the family?

No, our NYPD family.

What do you mean by “war”?

I mean, he fired a cannon across the bow.

Oh, it's nothing like that.

Calling the attorney general

and then, accusing the mayor

of interfering in police business?

Something like that.

You did not.

He most sure as hell did.

Wow.

Wow, exactly.

As in, “Wow, what a bonehead move.”

I was not going to look the other way this time.

You guys have had your issues, but calling the A.G.?

Did the mayor interfere with police business?

Yes.

How?

Just trust me on this one.

I trust you,

and I support you.

Yeah, me, too,

but you take a shot at the king, you better not miss.

My aim is true.

He's got the heavy artillery.

You can't fire him, but he can fire you.

Send that meat back down here, please.

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