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What do we
got, Malone?

DOA under the bushes
over there.

No I.D. No personal property.

-Any signs of foul play?
-No.

-You found the body?
-Jogger over here did.

Name's Elon Lubin.

He was jogging,
checked his watch,

then noticed him
-under those bushes.
-Thanks.

Mr. Lubin?

Detective Reagan,
my partner Detective Baez.

Is this your typical
jogging route?

-It is.
-Did you know

the deceased,
you ever seen him before?

No.

You see anything unusual
when you found it?

Somebody near the
body, running away?

No, it was early.
There was nobody else out here.

Did you touch
him at all?

No. I just called 911.

He's probably
from the Grand Hotel.

Grand Hotel? Isn't
that a high-end hotel?

Used to be.
I think the city

turned it into
a homeless shelter after COVID.

-Uh-huh.
-Homeless hotel.

Yeah. Guess he
checked out.

Good morning.

Ooh. Don't you
look spiffy.

You have a hot date?

Nope, this is for me.

Oh, table for one,
please? I like it.

A little self-love.

We can all use a little more
of that these days.

Can I ask you something?

If you didn't know me,
would you make me for a cop?

Maybe, but not definitely.

If I was at the bar and you
had to guess my occupation,

what would it be?

Hmm.

Baseball umpire.

Baseball umpire?

Where the hell
-did that come from?
-I don't know.

I just can picture you
behind the plate

kicking dust on people,
saying, "You're out of here!"

I'll say this for you, Reagan,

you know how
to brighten up a room.

Now, what's bothering you?

This clown at the bar last night

took one look at me and assumed
that I was a mobster.

I mean, do you
believe that?

After a lifetime
of law enforcement?

Were you wearing
a Sergio Tacchini sweat suit?

Ha-ha-ha. Very funny.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

I mean, there I was,
uh, minding my own business,

having a couple of pops,
and some guy plops down

next to me and starts
talking to me crazy

like I'm some kind of a wiseguy.

Well, maybe you
misunderstood him.

I mean, what exactly did he say?

He asked me to kill his wife.

Wow, Anthony, you really buried
the lede there, didn't you?

Are you gonna read him
the riot act?

The riot act was used to address
a mob of 12 or more.

We just have the one.

But it's not like
it's a nothing thing.

It's definitely something.

Yeah, he shot himself
in the foot,

and the shot's gonna ricochet.

Lot of collateral damage.

Gonna be.

Sorry I'm late.

Your draft

for the First Friday Club.

I'll let you two catch up.

Sid.

What's going on?

Ah. That?

Yes. That.

Sid had a good point.

Just that the rank and
file ain't too happy

about you throwing the boss
under the bus like that.

I didn't throw him
under the bus.

I didn't throw you
under the boss.

"To be Frank, we can do better."

Come on.

After all this time,

you guys don't know boilerplate
when you see it?

I do, but I
sure don't see it here.

What am I supposed to say?

"No other police department
can hold a candle to us"?

Like the sound of that
a little better, to be honest.

It's a good thing
you don't have my job,

'cause the second
I pat ourselves on the back,

they point out every zit,
mole and wart we got.

Okay. You got a point.

Thank you.

But I've got one, too.

It's hard enough
on our people out there

without them having to read
over their morning coffee

you slapping them around.

I did not slap them around.

I know you didn't.
But they don't.

Walk it back.

How'd you afford to stay here
on a cop's salary?

It was New Year's.
I think it was

-a thousand bucks a night.
-Thou...

Thousand bucks? Well,
it's not that expensive anymore.

Yeah, you think?

Excuse me, ma'am?

Detective Reagan.
My partner Detective Baez.

Do you know this man?

That looks like Billy.

Do you know
his last name?

No.

Sandy.

Do you know
Billy's last name?

Hey. Anyone know
Billy's last name?

I think it's Rucker.

No, no, no. Rutledge.

Billy Rutledge.

Billy stay here often?

It's a first come,
first serve situation,

but yeah,
he stayed here quite a bit.

-And when he wasn't here?
-On the streets

or in the park.

Billy was a bit of a loner.

He liked the open space
of the park.

Even more than a nice,
warm bed, huh?

Billy would have been
better served

by a hospital than a hotel.

Did something happen to him?

I'm afraid
he passed away.

He was found in the park
this morning.

Did you know him well?

Not really.

Anybody know
where he was from?

Next of kin?

-I think

I remember him saying
something about St. Louis.

St. Louis?

Long way from New York.

I'm very sorry
to have to be the one

to share this news
with you.

I'm sure he was
a wonderful person.

All of his friends say
the same thing.

Yes, all very good things.

Of course. If we learn
of anything else,

we will definitely
give you a call.

Very good, yes.

Again, I am very sorry
for your loss. Bye.

I mean, did you think
I was ordering takeout?

No, but this is important.
You got to see this.

Can it wait two minutes? I mean,
that was the grieving mother.

I'm sorry, but this is relevant.

-What am I looking at?
-Okay, this name.

Elon Lubin.
That's the jogger

who found our deceased
homeless person.
And?

It's the third deceased
homeless person

-he's found in the last year.
-What?

Yes. He found one here,
here and here.

That's a super weird
coincidence.

Or not a coincidence at all.

No, thank you.

Why don't you want
to do it?
I'm not interested.

-But I am.
-I can see that.

So you should do it.

Because you want to?
Yes.

-How's that work?
-It's called marriage, Jamie.

You do stuff for
each other.

Great. The thing that I
want to do is not do that.

By your logic, you should
not do it with me.

Doesn't work like that.

I didn't think so.

Yours is a not.
That's negative.

Mine is a do,
and that's positive.

You realize we can
still be us

while at the same time
remaining both me and you.

Cognitive dissonance.

That's exactly what
I'm talking about.

-This is why we have to do this.
-Why?

Because I don't understand what
you're saying half the time.

Trust me, that may just be
the key to a happy marriage.

At least, that's
what Churchill said.

Winston Churchill
didn't say that.

No, but he said that
spouses shouldn't

see each other before lunch;
it's the same difference.

You're continuing to
prove my point.

I'm thoroughly confused.

Okay, let me clear
the confusion for you.

I have no idea what
a love language is.

Really, no idea what
my love language is.

But most importantly,
I have zero interest

in figuring out what it is.

But I do.

Then you take the quiz.

Jamie...

Our neighborhood used to be
a quiet family community.

It is now overrun
with homeless vagrants.

Just the other day,
someone overdosed

in the supermarket aisle
right next to a mother

and her children.

It is time for the city

to shut this place down.

That interview is
from last month?

Yeah. He ran for city
council two years ago.

A real politician.

"Elon Lubin is a proud
progressive who is humbled

"to be fighting for the rights
of all New York City residents

"with a focus on diversity
and the underserved

members of the community."

Yeah, more like, "Give me
your tired, your poor,

your hungry, just keep 'em
out of my neighborhood."

Let's go pay him a visit.

Hello, Detectives.

You don't seem surprised
to see us.

Surprised that New York's finest
is once again

jumping to conclusions?

No, not surprised at all.

Well, when a guy who says he
hates having a homeless shelter

in the neighborhood finds three
dead homeless people

on three separate occasions,
it raises a few questions.

I didn't do anything.

Great. Then you won't mind

coming down
to the squad room with us?

I'll get my coat.

Okay...

anything else?

That's the full lid, boss.

Actually, there was
that other thing.

Oh, yes, the other thing.

That other thing.

The clean-up on aisle six.

The Garrett thing?

I have read the paper
cover to cover,

and for the life of me, I can't
find what I'm looking for.

This is about that?

I can't find any evidence

of you walking back
a certain something.

I thought about it.

And then I decided
against it.

Well, that explains why
I couldn't find it.

Any particular reason why?

It wasn't sitting
well with me.

And there it is.

Okay,

since Garrett is
technically a civilian,

perhaps two of you
could explain to him

the consequences of ignoring
a direct order.

A charge of insubordination.

You catch holy hell,
and you have it coming.

That was a direct order?

-Yes.
As I recall,

you said something
along the lines

of maybe I should walk it back.

I did not say "maybe."

I'm pretty sure you did.

He did not say "maybe."He did not say "maybe."

Well, okay, then.

I stand corrected.

Point is still the same, though.

Which is?

Frank, you don't want me
to walk it back.

-I do want you to walk it back.
-You don't.

-But I do.
You don't

because it's a nonstory.

Front page of the Post.

Two days ago.
Literally yesterday's

yesterday's news.
Second I walk it back,

it becomes tomorrow's news.
I won't do it.

You won't?

But not in service of myself.
I'm doing it for you.

Gee, it's been a long time

since someone tried to sell me
on "this is gonna hurt me

more than it does you."

Get it done.

That's an order.

Okay.

Just so's we're all clear,

you're giving me a direct order

to make matters worse.

Am I under arrest?

Should you be?

You're filming me.

Standard procedure. We record
all our conversations in here.

I understand.

What are you doing?

Standard procedure.

I record all my conversations
with police.

Not in here, you don't.

I'll turn off mine
if you turn off yours.

-Suit yourself, smart guy.
-You think I'm smart?

No, what I think is that
it's an incredible coincidence

that you just happened to find
three dead homeless people

in a few short months.

I can see why you'd think that.

-Mm-hmm.
You have to admit,

the probability

of something like that
is pretty low.

-I do admit that.
So you understand why we wanted

to bring you down here and ask
you a few questions about it.

-I do.
And you

can see that it's

nearly impossible to believe
that one person

could actually find
three dead homeless people

and not somehow be involved.

I was involved.

You were involved?

Great. Tell us
how you were involved.

I was the one
who found them dead.

Yeah, we know that part

already,
but how were you involved

in their deaths?

That's how I was involved.

I was the one who found them.

Okay, you want to play games.

Well, I'll tell you what I think

and how I think you're involved.

I think you're the one

that maybe killed
those homeless people.

I can see
why you would think that.

I'm sure you can.

Where were you in the hours

leading up to his death?

I'm training for a marathon.

I was jogging.

-For two hours?
-Yes.

Do you have a jogging partner

or anyone
who can corroborate your story?

-I run alone.
-Course you do.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means
you're free to run along.

Goodbye.

You really marched him
out of here quick.

He told the officer on the scene
that he was looking

at his smartwatch
when he saw the dead body.

Yeah, so?

Means his app
was tracking him with GPS.

We want to find out
what he was doing

and where he was
before the time of death,

all we got to do
is look at his phone.

You really think that guy's
just gonna hand it over?

No.

Yes, Baker.

Incoming.

I can't not speak up.

By all means, then.

This is a mistake.

What, you barging in here
like this?

No, my walking
the comments back.

It's my job and, yes,

even my calling to do

what I think is best
for you and the department.

Whether I like it or not.

Whether you recognize it or not.

Garrett, to be blunt, your job

is to offer your opinion.
Nothing more.

In that case,

it's my considered opinion

that you should tell your ego
to sit this one out.

Right back at you.

I have no skin in this game.

Oh, the hell you don't.
You put us both out there

on the cover of the Post.

You know what?

Maybe there was a time
you'd be right about that.

Inserting myself

in the story.

But those days are long gone.

And where did they go?

I'm living
a more authentic life.

I can't even imagine

the question
that's an answer to.

That question would be
"how have you changed?

How have you grown?"

Actually, you've shrunk.

I'm talking
about personal growth.

I know that.

Holding honesty
in higher regard.

Living more truthfully.

I know that, Garrett.

But that's neither here
nor there on this matter.

If the world
thinks we're at odds,

then we're at odds.

But we're not.

How many times have you stood

right there on that spot

and preached to me
that perception trumps reality?

Mm.

Garrett?

Okay.

Okay, can you say
something into the mic?

Test it out?

You think I'm funny?

I make you laugh?
I amuse you?

That's perfect.

I don't get it.

Forget it.
I'm just getting into character.

All right. Well, if you do
see him in the bar again,

make sure to get
close enough.

If he says anything,
it will be recorded.

Not the first time
I'm wearing a wire.

Just a friendly reminder.

We usually only get one
crack at these things.

Gonna nail this guy
to the wall, Erin.

-Mark my words.
-No vague terms.

No mobster movie lingo.

All right?
Anything ambiguous

will not hold up in court.

Got you.

Aw. I love when you guys
play cops and robbers.

Danny. What are you doing here?

He's here for a subpoena

or a warrant. Mark my words.

That's the only reason why

-he ever comes around.
-Actually, I came
to see you, Anthony.

Was wondering if you could
give me that, uh, low-carb diet

that you've been
telling me about.

It's called Rogaine.
You should try it sometime.

Ah. I already do try that.

Okay, so what's the case, Danny?

I literally just said
I'm not here for that.

And I literally grew up
in the bedroom

across the hall from you.

She's a human lie detector.

So what's the case?

Okay, since you asked,
there is a guy,

an Upper West Side elite
who pretends to be a politician

who cares for the homeless
and the poor,

until a homeless shelter
opens up in his neighborhood

and then he goes
on a rampage.

Then, suddenly, three
dead homeless people

materialize and he happens
to find all three bodies.

So, he kills them, and then
he reports the dead bodies?

Don't you have a sandwich
you should be eating somewhere?

You know, my badge is the same
-shade of gold as yours, pal.
-Oh...

Mm, I didn't notice it
under your waistline.

More body shaming.

You know, at five-eight,
you would think

you wouldn't want
to stoop any lower.

All right, Lord, will you
little boys please knock it off?

-He started it.
-Oh, my God.

I literally hate you both
right now.

-Yeah,

he always starts it.
You always start it.

-Well, now I'll finish it.
-Yeah.

And take your hair with you.

-You should take a hike, too.
-Get out of here.

Burn a few.

Affirmations is her love language.

But he's acts of service.

We're literally speaking
different languages.

Exactly.

You, try again.

What I appreciate the most is

that I always come home
to a clean and neat home.

Aw. Really?

You do an amazing job.

That's really great, you guys.

Officer Janko,

can I see you
for a minute?

Hang on a second,
just-- keep it up.

-Hey, babe.
-Hey.

Hi.
Hi.

Is something wrong?

Could you not do that here?

Not do what?

Whatever that was.

That was me helping people
resolve conflict.

By playing Oprah?

I'll have you know
that when I responded

to their apartment, those two
were at each other's throats.

So you refer them
to family court.

Which I did.

And yet here they are.

Oh, don't worry, Jamie,
social services is on their way.

They'll be there
in three months.

That's how
backed up they are.

So you decided to give them
a relationship quiz

from a fashion magazine instead?

Whatever works.

Eddie, this is
a police precinct.

-So?
-So what's next?

"Do I look fat in these jeans?"

You know what, Jamie,
I'm pretty sure

I know your love language
is physical touch.

Okay, so?

So here you go, lover.

Morning, Elon.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Why?

It's a free country,
last I checked.

This is harassment.

-You're recording me again, huh?
-That's right.

Well, I'm afraid
you can't do that this time.

In fact, give me the phone,
please.

The hell I will.

If you don't give me the phone,

I'm gonna take the phone.

You can't do that.

Actually, I can.

A warrant?

Happy trails.

Can I be honest with you?

I'm kind of nervous.

That's perfectly normal.

Just relax, tell me
what's going on.

Well, I'm not really sure
how this works.

How does it work?

Well, when we were in here
the other night,

you approached me
and asked me for help

with a certain problem you had.

So why don't you walk me
through exactly

what you're looking for,
and I'll see if I can help.

Well, I've been married
a long time.

Nearly 20 years.

That is a long time.

She was the love of my life.

Still is, if I'm totally
honest with myself.

So what's the problem?

She don't love me anymore.

I come home from work,

there's never a kind word.

I try to make things
romantic.

She's not interested.

It's like I...

I don't know what
I did wrong. You know?

Look, it happens.

You're married
a long time and all.

-You know, these things happen.
-It's all my fault.

I let myself go.

I got fat and lazy.

I stopped thinking of fun things
for us to do.

It's no wonder

she started sleeping
with my brother.

Your brother? Your wife is
sleeping with your brother?

-Yeah.
-No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, d-don't
cry like that, come on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

for wasting your time.

I don't want to kill my wife.

Oh... I still love her.

I love her more than anything.
I just want her

to love me back.

It's okay, folks.

He just had a few too many.

Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.

Come on, pull yourself
together, man.

There's people all over
the place here.

Once I jailbreak the phone,
I'll have full and complete

access to any and all
information on its contents.

Just the fitness app.

That's all we have
access to.

She knows, and I know.

Just making sure you know.

Oh, I do know.

I also know that
he thought he was

so much smarter than us.

Well, it certainly sounds
like you showed him.

I did show him. You should have
seen the look on his face

when I took the phone
from his hand

and replaced it
with a warrant.

Well, let's just hope we
find something useful.

We will. A smoking gun.

-I hope so.
-But you don't think so.

I don't know.
I said I hope so.

You want to bet?

No, I don't want to bet.

I sincerely hope so.

Sincerely hope so.

-Doesn't sincerely think so.
-Detectives...

there's a map of his run.

Two and a half hours,
no stops, no detours.

No smoking gun.

I know.

Got a minute?

Sure.

Ah, both of you.

That okay?

Depends. Are you armed?

What'd you do with
all your stuff?

I'm in the process
of letting go.

Of stuff, of old ways...

You're gonna get
let go of your job

if you don't wake up.

Metro editor
of the Post just called

for the commissioner.

A newspaper editor
made a phone call?

This is a bulletin why?

That call was about you.

Frank asked me to
speak with him.

A direct order,
if you remember correctly.

Right. And those orders were
to walk those comments back.

Not to put it to bed.

"My apologies to the men
and women of the NYPD

"who took my challenge to
do better as a criticism.

"As a man who's on his
fourth marriage,

"you'd think by now
I would have learned

to keep my mouth shut."

I thought a touch of humor
might lighten the tone.

I think maybe wasn't
your only goal.

What are you getting at?

Even I could see
what you were really

doing with that statement.

And what was that?

Letting the
reporter know that

you were taken
to the woodshed.

By the commissioner.

And you weren't too
happy about it.

Hmm. Maybe I'm not as good
a liar as I used to be.

Well, it's your job.
Get back in shape.

You know what, Sid,

you might be onto something.

Maybe I don't want
to lie anymore.

What could be less authentic

than working to be
a better liar?

Can I just say something?

I think everyone in this office
has done a pretty good job

supporting you on this journey.

Losing the weight,
addressing the drinking.

The new weird way of talking.

We're not just happy for you.
We're proud of you.

But?

This is still police
headquarters.

He is still our
police commissioner,

and all of us still
work for him.

Well, I sure didn't
see that coming.

Neither did I,

nor did the
thousand-dollar-an-hour

surveillance team
that I signed off on.

Not my fault
the guy started blubbering.

A far cry from ordering
a hit on someone.

No pun intended.

Cry, cry? Get it?

Oh, right. Wonderful.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what.

I feel bad for the guy.

His wife stepping out on him

with his own brother.

There are eight million stories

in the naked city, Anthony.

We're just not supposed to
put surveillance

on every single one of them.

I-I said I was sorry.
What more do you want from me?

Nothing. I just wish we had
something to show for it.

Something to show for what?

No, no, no, no, no.
You get out.

What are you talking about?
What'd I do?

You're coming around
looking for a warrant.

Forget it, pal,
we gave at the office.

You're just gonna let him
turn me away like that?

No, actually, I'd like to
do it myself.

Read my lips, you are not
getting another warrant.

I don't want another warrant.

-Okay, sorry.
-Don't fall for it.

What do you need?

I'd like you to ask the judge

to broaden the scope

of the warrant that
you already gave me.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
You get out! Get out!

-What?
-I told you.

Told her what?

Get out before I
start screaming.

Before you say anything,
please hear me out.

Okay.

A year and a half ago,
I set out to lose some weight.

A few months later,
did away with booze.

And I'm proud of you.

Started lifting weights,
keeping a journal.

I even picked up meditation.

I reinvented.

I... grew.

I changed.

Okay.

You like things one way.

Usually the old way,
and always your way.

You're not gonna
lay this off on me.

I didn't mean it that way.

I meant...

...consistency
is your North Star.

And that's a bad thing?

Not at all.

You have exactly the same lunch,

wearing a version
of the same suit,

at precisely the same time

every day.

Your weekend revolves around

a dinner every single Sunday

with people you've known
your entire life, and...

Garrett, I'm gonna
stop you here.

Please turn around.

Thank you.

You dispute what I'm saying?

No, it's all true.

And you're right, change can
be good for a person.

You're also right that
we can do better in some areas,

like you told the newspapers.

Then why are you pushing back?

Garrett, I need to think of you
as a pit bull.

One who I can snap my fingers
and sic on whoever

or whatever I think needs
to be chased off.

If I can't...

I'm no longer of use?

You're a bright, talented man,

and a good friend.

But you're not gonna be able
to reinvent what you do here.

It is what it is.

It's not gonna change.

Could you pass
the green beans?

Erin, the green beans?

Oh, sorry, you want this?

That's why he asked you
three times.

Okay, well, I didn't hear him.

I'm sorry, Jamie,
here you go.
That's okay.

Maybe she just thinks you're not
deserving of the green beans.

Everything okay between you two?

-Fine by me.
-Not buying it.

Danny thinks it's
"bring your work home

to family dinner" day again.

Maybe you could tell Erin
that the job isn't finished

till the bad guy's behind bars.

And maybe you can tell Danny

that he's being a sore loser.

I'm your father,
not your referee.

Sounds like these two
could use a little help

in the love language department.

Ow.

Everything okay over there?

All good.

Boy.

I'm not a sore loser. Bull crap.

What was that,
Mr. "can I borrow the car today,

please, Dad"?

Father is as gracious
in victory

as he is in defeat.
Yeah.

Will someone please fill me in?

Apparently, Erin is refusing
to give Danny a warrant.

No, I already gave him one.

Oh, you struck out.

No, I didn't strike out.

Okay, he struck out,
but now he wants one

with broader scope?

There you go.

Can I just say

that three homeless people
have been found

dead in three months,

and the guy who I like for it,
who just happens to hate

having homeless people
in his neighborhood,

is the guy that found
all three of the bodies.

Am I barking up
the wrong tree here?

No one said you were wrong.

So you agree with me
and still won't help.

That's even worse.

It's not my job to help you.

Exactly what's wrong with the
criminal justice system.

Actually, that's what's
right with the system.

Okay, jury,

what say you?

Team Erin.

-Erin.
-Danny.

Team Erin.

I mean, I-- Danny.

Team Danny.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's jury tampering.

I didn't say a word to him.

Francis,

you have the deciding vote.

The obstacle is the way, Danny.

I don't know
what that means, Dad.

I think it means
that I won.

It means...

you don't have it yet.
Mm.

But you will get it.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Hey. Thanks for coming.

Thanks for inviting me.

You know how much I love
to spend Sunday nights

in the squad.

I know. I'm sorry.

But I brought you a plate from
Sunday dinner if that helps.

-Thanks, that was thoughtful.
-Yeah.

You're welcome.

Do you remember the woman Sandy

-from the homeless hotel?
-No.

The one who told us that the
deceased was from St. Louis.

Sort of.

I pulled her file.

She spent most of her adult life

in and out of mental hospitals.

Borderline personality disorder,
schizophrenia,

violent tendencies,
three suicide attempts.

That's not uncommon
in the homeless population.

Sad and true.

Doesn't mean
she had anything to do

with Billy Rutledge's murder.

She said she barely knew him,
remember?

Yeah.

About Billy Rutledge's murder.

We already saw this.

Yeah, except we didn't see
this part.

That's Billy.

And that's Sandy.

And that's a problem.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand the rights
I've just read to you?

I do. Do you?

I watch a lot of TV.

So you're clear
on your rights?

You understand
what's happening here?

You know what?

You want to know the truth?

I'm relieved.

Because we're here?

Billy was one of the good ones.

He didn't deserve
what she did to him.

Who is "she"?

The bad one inside of me.

Okay.

Well, maybe we'll get her
some help.

Sound like a plan?

Come on, Sandy.

Come on.

Excuse us.

Excuse us.

I don't know about this,
Anthony.

Come on,
you're the one that said

you wish we had something
to show for all our work.

Well, I meant making a case.

Well, we're making a difference.
Same thing.

I don't know that this qualifies
as making a difference.

At the end of the day our job
is to help people, right?

Yeah, I suppose.

So that's what we're doing.

Is that your friend Lenny?

Yeah, and his brother Jerome.

Be careful.

Hey, watch it, pal!

Oh, I'm sorry
about that, Jerome.

"Jerome"?

Do we know each
other or something?

Nah, you don't know me,
Jerry, but I know you.

I know things about you
even you don't know.

Hey, I don't want
any problems.

Oh, it's too late
for that, Jerry.

'Cause I'm one big,
fat, giant problem

that just fell
into your weaselly little lap.

What's going on here?

What's going on is...

you upset the people I work for.

And believe me, Jerry,

you don't want
to upset those people.

What did I do?
I didn't do anything.

You don't know this,
but your brother's an honored

and well-respected friend
of my boss.

Lenny?

That's right.

And when you disrespect Lenny,

you disrespect
my boss.

And that's when I show up

to deliver a message.

No, no, no, no, don't shoot!

Look at that.

Look familiar?

Look what you've done!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'll never
do it again.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

Your own brother,

you snively little creep.

Hey, babe.

That blouse
looks beautiful.

It does?

You always make me laugh.

I do?

Hair looks great, too.

You get a cut and color?

Did I get a cut and color?

Do I ever get a cut and color?

See, that's
what I love about you.

You're 100% natural.

Jamie, what the hell's going on?

What?

Nothing's going on.

Oh, you got me

daisies?

Your favorite, right?

Mm... lilies.

Oh, oops. My bad.

It's okay.

It's, um, just fine.

Oh, sorry.
That's okay.

Ow! Could you not?

Sorry. Too hard?

What are you doing?

You know what I thought
we could do tonight?

Watch TV and pass out?

No, head to Central Park

for a hike.

Jamie, I just worked
a double.

Would you rather
we do a spa day?

Oh.

Oh, I see what's happening.

You complimented my hair.

Words of affirmation.

There's a frittata
on the stove.

Acts of service.

You got me flowers--
gifts.

You gave me a massage.

Physical touch.

And a hike in the freezing
cold-- quality time.

You got all five love languages.

Well, I didn't know which was
your language, so I...

tried to do all five.

It was a little much.

Well, maybe...

you were right, maybe...

we should just start
with English.

In that case, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I don't want to be
the husband that...

belittles his wife
when all she's trying to do

is make us better.

Have more fun.

Oh, God.

You did it.

Did what?

This whole time I've been trying

to figure out
what my love language is,

and you just showed me.

Words of affirmation.

Oh...

-I'm actually acts of service.
-Mm.

And I have one act...

Don't ruin this moment for me!

Okay.

Heard you were looking for me.

Yes.

I, uh...

I stopped by your office.

I wanted to give this to you

in person.

I don't want this.

You don't know what it is.

-It's a sealed envelope.
-So?

I don't want anything that comes
from you in a sealed envelope.

You and I, we talk--
that's what we do.

Look.

You unloaded quite
a bit the other day.

I did.

So did you.

I did.

Uh...

there is one thing

I would like to walk back.

Look, I've been at this
a long time.

I've been blessed
to have great partners

when I was on the job.

And here in this job,

there is no one
I would rather have

ride shotgun with me than you.

Thank you.

What about our conversation
does that walk back?

What might've appeared
to be an ultimatum

about you staying on here.

Ah.

Again...

if you and I got something
to say to each other,

we just say it.

Formal notices are for lawyers
and landlords.

It's...

Last minute of the Channel Two
news last night

was one of those
heartwarming stories

they like to tuck you in with.

A prison guard at Attica
who moonlights volunteering

as a yoga instructor
for special needs kids.

That's a long day.

Got me to thinking.

No reason a pit bull
can't also be, say,

a healthy teetotaler

who meditates
and keeps a journal.

But...

a pit bull with the highest
regard for honesty?

"Highest" is
a relative term when you're

ten feet down in the trenches.

It is what it is.

Then what's in here?

Copy of my letter
to the metro editor at the Post,

walking my remarks back.

Stuffing them
in the trunk of a car

and backing that car
into a swamp.

You know I thought this was
a resignation letter.

I know.

I'm glad to say it isn't.

I'm glad to hear it.

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