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MAN: Just to be clear,

these are chickens youve brought me, right?

Youre not selling exotic birds now?

What do mean, exotic?

Theyre from Hempstead.

These prices-- Im expecting maybe a box of talking parrots.

These birds are done talking, Connie, and so are we.

Thats the best price in town.

Oh, yeah? Bayhurst is beating you by 50 cents a pound.

Yeah, and the pigeons in Central Park are free,

but that dont make them a good deal.

(laughs)

Okay, okay, point taken.

Talking parrots. You almost had me there.

Uh, I get you next time.

Yeah, yeah.

Take it easy, Connie.

Thanks, Ralph. See you next week.

Hmm.

(entrance bell tinkles)

Hey, babe. Whats doing?

For dinner?

I dont know.

Its 6:00 in the morning.

(grunts)

Sure. Whatever.

Anything but chicken.

Hang on. I got a customer.

¿Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?

You need it now? 6:00 in the morning.

Okay, yeah, let me see what I got.

(sniffles)

(entrance bell tinkles)

Uncle Connie?

Connie, you in back?

CONNIE: That you, Mike?

Mm-hmm.

Put it on my tab.

What tab? Come here.

Oh... (speaking Greek)

Is the grill on?

I want to make some eggs.

No, not now.

What? I just got off tour. Im starving.

Mike, Im with the accountant.

I-I havent opened up quite yet.

Why not come back a little later, okay?

No worries. Ill fire up the grill myself.

Mike!

You got to go.

Connie, what is going on with you?

Nothing. I just cant let

the accountant keep sitting back there.

So go.

MAN: You heard him.

Hes not open.

What the hells going on here?

I know that look.

You busted?

Im not flush.

Join the club.

I havent been flush since the Giants won the Super Bowl.

Not that I recommend gambling

as an alternate source of income.

I guess I could get a cheaper apartment.

Or you could get a second job.

Doing what we do every day

and not having two nickels to rub together at night--

its just wrong.

You got that little painting crew, right?

What?

You want to work for me?

Cause I dont see enough of your mug as it is?

Why not? I know how to paint. Im even good at it.

All right, fine.

Youre lucky I got some work coming up.

Great. When do we start?

End of tour, if you can handle it.

Absolutely.

You know, you really are lucky?

Summer of my first year, I spent my off hours

shoveling elephant dung for the circus.

No kidding. Oh, yeah.

Its a rough trade,

but I did get to have sex with a lady clown.

Oh.

Okay, I got the breaded breast filets

and the marinated drumstick combos.

No, no, Im not going back to the shop for three capons.

Look, if you want what I got, I...

(angry shouting in diner)

All right, Ill be there in...

Let me call you back.

(gunshots)

(more gunshots)

DISPATCHER: 911. Whats your emergency?

Yeah. I need to report a shooting.

Whats your location, sir?

Im at the Airline Diner. Hurry!

The mayor wants a new recruiting campaign for the department.

Hes looking for a multi-platformed,

demographically targeted approach

that can easily knit with the social networking spaces.

Those were his words?

In his memo, yes.

Hes quite fluent in emerging communication streams, actually.

What ever happened to plain English?

Good morning, Baker. Morning.

It evolved, like everything else.

Well, almost everything.

Todays schedule.

I see your first meeting is underway.

I was accosted in the elevator.

BAKER: Very good, sir. Were already

hitting our recruiting targets.

If it aint broke, dont fix it.

Were barely hitting it, and the mayors research suggests

that were losing candidates

to higher pay and benefits in the suburbs, or a lower cost

of living and better perks in the sunnier climates.

What else is feeding this?

He drilled down on the ticket-fixing

incidents in the Bronx precincts.

Most of the cops involved

had less than seven years on the job,

which goes to the other question.

Are we recruiting the best and the brightest?

I know a police officer

who used to be a lawyer and went to Harvard.

You also know that you cant fight city hall.

I got a guy in charge of recruitment.

The mayor requested that you meet with

his

guy.

The mayors got a guy?

He ran all the media

for his election campaign-- Kevin Schmidt.

And hows

his

plain English?

Youll find out

at lunch. Can I confirm?

Do I have a choice?

1:00 at Malvinos.

At least well eat well.

(sighs)

(garbled radio transmission)

Detectives, we got a situation.

Hey. Yeah.

Wheres our guy?

Which guy you talking about?

Which do you think? Come on.

The call came over as an officer-involved shooting.

Right? This is the right crime scene, isnt it?

Yeah, but theres a problem.

Is that the guy?

No, its not.

JACKIE: So, whats the problem?

Is there an officer down somewhere?

No. Well, we dont actually know.

Look, are you huffing glue or something?

We got a call of a 10-13.

Wheres the police officer?

Thats what we dont know,

Im trying to tell you.

All we got is this guy.

Witness says the owner was working the counter

when it went down, and hes gone, too.

Okay. So, there was a cop here, and now theres not.

So, what was the 10-13 about?

Somebody trying to screw around with us?

Talk to him, okay?

He called 911.

Says he saw a cop walk in right before the shooting.

Then he saw the cop walk out.

So, its a cop that fled the scene of the crime?

Fantastic. Thank you.

Makes you wonder. Im talking to Connie

five more minutes, that could have been me.

Connie? You talking about the owner of the diner?

Constantine Markos.

All right, this Constantine Markos--

its not the guy thats lying dead on the floor in there?

I know that now, but I thought

Connie was the only one in there.

You didnt see anyone else in the diner?

Well, the guy who got shot-- he must have come in the front

right when I was walking out the back.

The only person I saw going in there was that cop.

All right, what happened next?

Well, he goes in,

Im checking inventory in the back of my truck,

then the shooting starts, and I dive for cover,

and the next thing I see is

the cop high-tailing it up the block.

Hold on. You seen the cop running up the block?

Well, not like-like sprinting, but-but walking fast.

Well, was he walking fast, or was he high-tailing it?

You sound a little confused. Maybe he wasnt

even a cop. Maybe it was some other uniform,

and you just didnt quite get it straight.

I know what a cop looks like, okay?

JACKIE: All right, all right.

Its just, a cop fleeing

the scene of the crime?

It doesnt make any sense.

Yeah, unless he did the crime.

Hey, I read the paper.

Not every cops a saint, you know.

Right. Okay, you get a good look at him?

Well, enough to know that he was a cop.

Hes a white guy, pretty tall,

dark hair. Okay, what happened to Constantine Markos?

Whered he go?

Well, I guess he went out the back, but I dont know.

(phone ringing)

Oh.

You mind if I get this?

My wife-- shes going nuts. Go ahead.

Go. All right.

Dont go too far.

Listen to this.

Local precincts report no foot patrols assigned in the area.

Nobodys missing anybody.

Who is this cop?

(entrance bell tinkles)

MAN: Detective Curatola,

I was hoping our next meeting would be over dinner.

Yeah, only if theres a dead body under the table.

Well, cant blame me for trying.

What do we got?

No ID on this guy. Caught a slug

in the neck and one in the arm. Looks like he bled out.

Its a messy shooting.

Yup, this guys packing some serious heat.

Which he used to put two rounds

in the wall behind you, about a foot apart.

Huh. Okay, so, this guy is shooting here.

Cop comes in, shooting there,

but they came in separately.

Maybe our cop happened upon a hit.

Well, the registers empty, so maybe its a stickup gone bad.

Well, doesnt explain why the cop would run.

I mean, we are allowed to shoot bad guys.

Especially if they shoot at us.

Maybe our cop was the stickup guy. Possible.

So, lets see. A guy gets dressed up as a cop,

comes in to rob a diner, and then there just happens

to be a guy sitting here with a nickel-plated .45?

I dont know.

I said maybe.

It didnt have to be a customer, though.

Maybe the two of them showed up to rob the place.

Bam, ran into each other.

Trouble here is,

none of this explains why

the owner of the diner is in the wind.

Can we get an address on this Connie character?

Yeah.

What the hell is this?

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you guys doing?

Who are you?

Detectives Reagan and Curatola.

Were investigating a homicide.

Not in there.

We got the job as a burglary in progress.

Alarm went off 20 minutes ago,

and the company notified communications. All right.

Looks like your case might be mixed up in our case. Uh...

You two knock on some doors for us?

See if weve got any witnesses?

Sure. Well start down there.

Great.

(door opening)

Wow. So much for a diner stickup gone bad, huh?

Yeah.

Looks like somebody wanted a lot more

than the cash in Connies register.

Yeah, and if our dead guy is dead,

and this just happened, is it our cop? Yeah.

Or maybe there was a third guy.

I mean, somebody tossed this place pretty good.

But what the heck would Connie, the diner guy, have

that somebody would want so bad?

Uh, Im saying a secret moussaka recipe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

"Connie, thanks for being there for me."

Seven-pointed shield-- thats Auxiliary Police.

So our cop isnt even a cop?

Apparently not.

Isnt Auxiliary supposed to observe

and report? Right.

Where did he get a gun?

I have no idea,

but we usually give courtesy shields out

to friends and family, right? Mm-hmm.

So maybe Connie and this guy were related somehow.

Maybe Connie and this guy are in business together,

and it went south.

Yeah, south, and then straight to hell.

Man. Oh, damn it.

Thought you said you knew what you were doing.

(sighs)

Hey.

You should get some real painting clothes.

Yeah, Ill run by my Dads place.

Theres got to be something in the garage I can grab.

Take a meal anytime soon, Sarge?

Yeah, soon as we finish this section.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Smart kid like you,

no family to support, no car payments.

So?

So, how come you cant make ends meet on your salary?

Law degree loan.

Big nut?

Big nut.

Go ahead, say it.

Do I really have to?

If Im so smart,

how come Im painting fences

to help pay off a Harvard law degree?

All ass-backwards, right?

Thats not what I was gonna say.

No?

What I was gonna say is, youre still getting

too much paint on your brush.

Thats why you got all the drips and the glops.

Point taken, Frank, but Id say thats just the view

from the top of the wave.

Tops of the wave?

A summary of the metrics.

And?

Well, put it this way.

Yes, you have a big number of applicants taking the exam.

But this sea bass here, if he could use a pen,

could take the exam, too.

Youre selling a government job

with benefits and a pension.

So is your competition-- the Armed Forces,

the other uniformed services in this and every other city.

And this isnt every other city.

Its more expensive to live in,

taxes are high, winters are harsh.

But there are ways to counter that,

which is the challenge here.

You and I can say, hey, its the Big Apple,

but our target demo is shopping it against Albuquerque

or Mineola like its apples to apples-- pun intended.

And in that comparison, the NYPD is coming up short.

I would disagree.

Let me walk you through.

The call to duty.

Its the same call our Armed Forces recruiters have been

implementing with so much success these past ten years:

to fight the war on terrorism.

Kevin, could we pause for a moment?

Whats the first image that pops

into peoples heads when we talk about

the modern call to duty?

Stop right there.

What?

If Im about to see images

of the Twin Towers coming down, turn that thing off.

Listen, I can appreciate your concern, Frank, but...

Its more than concern.

The event itself and the continuing threat--

theyre your biggest asset.

Are you finished?

I will not use 9/11 to sell my department.

JACKIE: I dont know how many more

of these Auxiliary cops I can talk to.

DANNY: Ten more precincts to go, partner.

Almost done.

Officers!

We were wondering if you could help us out,

if you had a second to spare.

You guys couldnt find a rookie to do your coffee runs?

Excuse me?

Maybe they want some muffins, too.

Hey, forthwith.

Actually, were investigating a murder,

not playing Keystone Kops.

(sighs) There was a shooting at the Airline Diner.

You know about this?

Yeah, we just...

You just thought youd act like a schmuck

in front of a couple detectives.

Is that it?

What can we do for you?

Uh, were looking for the guy who owns the diner,

a Constantine Markos.

We think he has a friend or family member with Auxiliary.

Thats a Greek name, right?

Oh, you thinking Jimmy the Greek or Greek Mike?

Greek Mike. Jimmys been in Pittsburgh for two weeks.

Did you say the shooter was an Auxiliary?

No, actually we didnt say that.

Well, but thats what youre thinking, right?

Cause, uh, Greek Mikes kind of a squared away guy.

This Greek Mike-- hes taller, dark hair, younger.

Damn.

That is Greek Mike.

Do you guys all have goofy nicknames?

Clothesline Larry.

I clotheslined a purse snatcher once.

He made the papers.

Oh. Oh, thats good.

Mikes last name is Galatis.

You really think hes your shooter?

Well find out when we speak to him.

Thank you. Thanks for your time, Officers.

Down the hall.

All right.

You guys know hes a cop, right?

Yeah. A rent-a-cop.

See, thats the very problem with these guys.

People think theyre dealing with

the real cops, when a cantaloupe could pass the Auxiliary test.

And you get guys like Clothesline Larry.

But he did get a bad guy though.

Yeah, well, you know, even a blind squirrel

finds an acorn once in a while.

(knocking)

Mike Galatis!

(pounding)

Police! Open up!

MIKE: Its open!

Mike?

Im back here.

All right.

Everything okay in there?

MIKE: Im unarmed.

The guns on the desk.

Let me see your hands.

You find Connie?

I said, put your hands where I can see them, right now.

On your feet and turn around.

You really like the NYPD, huh?

Yeah.

(handcuffs clicking)

Got a funny way of showing it, kid.

I know that I shouldve come in right away.

You can lament about that in the car.

You have one of these pictures on

your

wall?

Lets go, fan boy.

(door opens)

Want me to turn the heat up?

You still got your coat on.

Well...

Whats got you, Francis?

Mayors ordered a new marketing campaign.

Hes convinced that the departments losing

the best and brightest to other cities.

What do they got that we dont?

To hear them tell it, better weather,

better quality of life, more money, you name it.

So, whats his fix?

They want to use 9/11 as a sales pitch.

Oh, for...

Thats what I said.

The departments roots go back to 1625, not 2001.

Come on, please.

Your grandfather

still had Donegal potatoes in his pockets when he joined up.

(chuckles)

Whyd you join up?

Mick cops make cops.

(both laugh)

No, the only member of this family

who actually made a choice was Jamie.

And I think hes a little cranky about it these days.

Why is that?

He came by today to borrow some overalls.

Hes painting houses

with Renzulli on his days off

to make his nut.

(sighs)

(people chattering, phone ringing nearby)

Okay, so prints came back on our dead guy, Billy Jackson.

Uh, small-time hood, nothing too crazy.

So, what about this guy?

Michael Galatis.

You know, this kid applied for the cops

as soon as he was of age?

What happened? Was rejected.

He failed the character investigation.

Why? What did he do?

Two juvie arrests.

He was acquitted of assault.

He was convicted of petty larceny.

He stole a six-pack of beer from a bodega.

Sounds like you.

Come on, I did a lot worse than that.

This kid was unlucky.

If he had a different investigator,

he would have been a cop. Oh.

I figure that to be a catch.

Look at his emergency contact.

Constantine Markos. His uncle.

Thanks.

Oh. And then theres this.

What the hell is going on with this case?

I dont know.

MIKE: Did you guys find Connie?

Your mean your Uncle Connie?

Well get to him in a minute.

Look, Im gonna

cooperate, but Connies the only family I got.

You have to tell me if hes okay.

Well, hes definitely well enough to run.

He was scared.

Those guys were gonna kill him.

DANNY: Hold on. What do you mean,

those

guys?

We only know about one guy.

This guy.

Thats Billy.

The other guys name was Joey.

I dont know their last names, but

Joey was definitely the one who was in charge.

In charge of what, Mike?

(mutters, sighs)

You could just tell, you know?

Come on. You shoot Billy... with this gun?

Yeah, but it was in self-defense.

Whered you get the gun?

Connie kept it behind the counter.

I didnt bring it with me.

The second I walked in, Billy pulled his piece,

he told me to sit down and shut up.

But Joey was smacking

Connie around, and he shoved the gun in his face.

I mean, when I went for that gun, Billy was already shooting.

Thats self-defense, isnt it?

(knocking)

Detective Reagan?

Yeah.

Your familys here.

All right.

Ill be back.

JACKIE: Okay.

Hey!

Oh, hey, Dad.

Hi, Dad.

Hey. (laughing): What are you doing here?

Yeah, well, were on our way to Cousin Anthonys birthday party

at the Hard Rock, so we thought wed stop by.

Good. We just got these in.

You guys are the first to have em.

Whoa. Whoa!

(laughing) What do you say?

Thank you!

Thank you!

Youre very welcome. Thanks.

Come here, you. Lets put that on. Ooh!

Dad?

Im about to make you an official police officer.

Yes? Is he a dirty cop?

Is who a dirty cop?

The one youre sweating in the box.

"Sweating in the box?"

He did not learn that language from me.

Sean, have you been playing those video games again?

No.

What? I saw him. He did.

Uh-uh-uh, dont you snitch, and you-- dont fib to your mom.

Get over there.

Where, at Tommys?

Yeah.

Let me see that.

I swear, theres no supervision over there.

Yeah. LINDA: Come here.

Come here, right here.

Dad? Yeah?

Is he a dirty cop?

No, hes an Auxiliary cop, son.

Hes involved in a shooting Im investigating.

But hes a bad guy, right?

No, hes not a bad guy.

Hes... hes lost, and, um, hes in a bit of a jam,

and Im trying to help him find his way out.

Mm. Which I have to get back to.

Okay, Detective?

You tell your Cousin Anthony, happy birthday.

Bye, Dad.

Ill see you later.

All right, I will. See you, Dad.

You know how to read a ballistics report, right?

Explain that.

(door opens)

This doesnt make any sense.

No, but there it is.

The gun you used on Billy and the gun he used on you

came in the same batch of stolen weapons.

Is that a coincidence?

You bring that gun with you, Mike?

No. I told you...

Come on, you know how this looks to us, Mike, dont you?

I dont care.

Ive known Connie my whole life.

He got that gun for protection.

Thats it.

All right, did you know that Connies house was tossed?

No?

What are they looking for, Mike?

I mean, your uncle still has a VCR,

so its not valuables, right?

Where else would your uncle hide something?

He wouldnt.

Come on!

Give us a for-instance.

You want us to believe you, then prove us wrong, all right?

Tell us where your Uncle Connie would hide something.

Tell us!

Hes got a storage locker.

Its just a bunch of stuff for the diner.

I could take you there, you wouldnt even

need a warrant; Connie gave me a key.

Good.

Take us there.

DANNY: Which way?

MIKE: Right.

JACKIE: You believe this guys story?

DANNY: Well, he only knows what his Uncle Connie told him, right?

MIKE: Did you at least put out a Finest Message on Joey?

Whats supposed to say, "Wanted for questioning, some white guy

that Mike Galatis didnt shoot in his uncles restaurant"?

This one.

This one?

Yeah.

MIKE: See? I told you.

I dont see anything yet.

But lets take a look.

(pans clattering)

Lets see.

Well.

What do we have here?

You say your uncle got that gun for protection, huh?

What was he expecting? An army?

FRANK: You didnt hear this from me, but your undercover work

with the Sanfinos has got a lot of eyes on you.

Hopefully not the Sanfinos.

Youre on a fast track and it aint cause of your old man.

If anything, its in spite of me.

Only way Id have it.

(sighs)

You know, I painted a few houses when I walked a beat.

Window trim was my specialty.

Freehand, no tape.

If you had it to do over...

Aw, thats not a real place; Im not going there.

Humor me.

Okay, if I had it to do all over again,

Id still take the test,

but Id rob a bank on my way to get there.

Hows that?

Jamie... if you joined the department after Joe died

as a way of helping us all heal-- especially me--

if that resonates, you should know that job is done.

Ive made my peace with it as much as I can.

Dad, I like the life.

And if Joes death

brought me to it, then so be it.

I never thought I was gonna get rich being a cop.

Even a Harvard graduate could figure that out.

Any more chips?

Theres another bag in the cupboard.

Connie is not a gun runner.

Come on, Mike.

What does that look like to you over there?

It doesnt make any sense.

Maybe somebodys setting him up.

Setting him up?

You know, all my years on the job, thats the first time

I ever heard a line so stupid coming from behind a badge.

Doesnt mean its not true.

All right, well, either way,

Connie has a lot of explaining to do.

I know.

Whats with the cuffs?

Detective Montero, firearms investigation, meet

Auxiliary Officer, Mike Galatis.

He killed some creep named Billy Jackson

in his uncles diner.

Oh, yeah? Well, you did the world a favor.

You ever meet his buddy,

Joey Sava?

Yeah,

thats him!

Thats the other guy.

All right, settle down.

What do you got on this guy, Sava?

I have truck hijacking in Virginia.

He killed the driver

and made off with more than just these weapons.

Therere 211 still out there.

So, uh, your uncle was in business with these guys?

No. No, Mike

seems to think theres some other explanation, dont you?

You want to find Connie?

Me, too.

Mike, where would you look?

He had this thing with a waitress.

Maureen something.

I dropped him off at her place once. Great.

Do you remember where that is?

Its around 14th Street.

I could probably find it again.

Okay, lets take another ride.

Hey.

Kevin.

Oh...

Not trying to avoid me, are you?

Not at all.

Come on.

He never gave me a chance.

He had his mind made up before he even sat down.

Not true.

Theres no fault here, only difference of opinion.

Garrett, I am open to direction, but I cannot work in a vacuum.

You wont be, Kevin; I know him.

Hell come back to you with direction,

but not until hes certain of where hes pointing you.

And then what? Its his way or the highway?

Only when hes convinced hes right.

Which is how often?

When I quit tracking that, I could finally quit smoking.

Have a good night.

Listen, Garrett, were doing this campaign

with the commissioners input or without.

If he wants to be heard, he should start talking.

Ill be in touch.

DANNY: Kid, Im starting to think you got us

on a wild-goose chase here.

What are we doing?

I think were close.

You "think were close," you said that

ten blocks ago.

See that check-cashing place?

Yeah.

A few years back, some guys held it up,

killed a couple customers for no reason.

When they came out, they ran right into two Auxiliary.

I remember that, the perps

thought the, uh, they were real cops.

Shot them both.

They never had a chance.

Yeah.

You know those guys or something?

No. I wasnt on back then,

but I almost got assigned to this precinct.

(phone beeps)

Just gets you thinking, you know?

We just got a text; Connie just used his credit card

at a liquor store a couple blocks away.

Great.

Lets go get him.

Constantine Markos, police.

Get your hands up front, sir, where I can see them.

Is there a problem?

You could say that. Come on.

You know, someone in there has been worried about you.

Michael!

Dont worry, Connie, everythings gonna be fine.

These are good detectives.

You keep your mouth shut, understand?

Come on.

No. Listen, we need to clear this up.

Tell them what happened.

Connie, they found all these guns.

Hey, hey...

Theyre looking at me for murder.

Get inside!

Lets go.

I want a lawyer.

Youll get a lawyer.

Follow us back to the squad.

JACKIE: You know this guy?

No.

Weve got a witness that says hes seen you two talking.

Was that a question, Detective?

Signome.

Its fine.

If you mean Michael, hes obviously confused.

Do you have a crime

youd like to talk about, Detective?

How about 25 illegal firearms

I found in your clients storage locker?

My client is not the only one with access to that locker,

as you well know.

Those guns are not his.

So, Connie, are you saying theyre Michaels?

Im not saying anything.

Well, I think you should be saying something.

See, we found a dead guy in your diner,

and you happened to run away.

It wasnt me who made him dead.

I ran because I was scared his friends would come for me.

Who? What friends?

I dont know; they all have friends.

Joey Sava?

Connie, listen, if you tell us where he is,

its gonna be a lot easier on you and on Michael.

My client is under no obligation

to help you, detective.

And as far as his nephew...

The boy made his own bed.

What the hell is he doing?

What does it look like hes doing?

Hes saving his own ass.

By pinning this on me?

Yeah, well, thats how it works, kid.

Oh, son of a bitch.

This... This isnt happening.

I was trying to help him.

And now hes helping himself.

So you got a choice.

You can do the right thing and you can help us now.

He practically raised me.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

Come on, lets go for a walk.

Come on.

I know how bad you wanted to be a cop.

And Im sorry that it didnt work out for you.

But you got a second chance here.

You can stop feeling sorry for yourself,

and you could think about what it is you can do to help us.

Think about all the things

youve seen your Uncle Connie do,

and all the times you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

You can put yourself behind a gold shield,

and you can think about it the way a cop would.

We got to get Joey Sava off the streets,

and you giving us Connie is the only way we can do it.

Nobody said the job was easy.

What is this?

Connies last chance.

Connie, you give us Joe Sava, the D.A. will go easy on you.

As I was telling your partner,

you have nothing on my client.

Actually, we do.

Bring him in.

Michael, this isnt a game.

Not another word.

Think about what youre doing.

What am I doing, Connie?

Youre trying to bury me.

Im telling the truth.

That box with the guns in it was in the diner one morning,

nailed shut.

Connie told me to stick it in storage, so I did.

Which proves nothing.

Its just your word against his.

(sighs)

Its not just mine.

Remember, Connie?

That box weighed a ton.

Ralph, your chicken guy,

had to help me put it in the car.

He asked you what was in it,

you told him it was cast iron skillets.

Thats corroboration.

That puts the weapons in his sole possession.

What did I ever do to you except take care of you, huh?

I treated you like a son.

Connie.

What were you thinking?

If I wanted help from a real cop, I would have called one.

Im sorry, Connie.

I wont bother you again.

Now, unless you want to spend

the rest of your life in Sing Sing

slinging eggs,

youre going to give us Joey Sava.

(short siren blast)

ESU CAPTAIN: Reagan.

You must be that bad feeling I woke up with this morning.

Its funny, Cap, you know, I get that a lot.

All right, listen up,

were looking for one Joe Sava.

He did ten years for manslaughter.

Hes got outstanding warrants for felony assault and menacing.

This guy is no joke, so lets keep it tight. I need two of you

around back, two of you around front.

Whose vehicle is this?

My car.

All right, you, anything goes down, thats the hospital car.

You got it? Yes.

Good. No knock?

No knock, third floor. All right.

Lets hit it.

♪

Police! Get down!

Down on the ground!

Down on the ground now!

Hands behind your head!

Dont move, dont move!

Joey!

Hey!

Reagan!

Joey!

Joey Sava!

Hey!

Hold it!

Hey!

Joey Sava!

Police! Dont move!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Hold it!

(grunts)

Joey!

(gunshot)

(gun clicking)

Drop it!

Drop it and put your hands

where I can see em right now!

Get on your knees. Dont even think about it.

On your knees!

What are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

(Sava groans)

Thats what Im gonna do.

Jackass.

(sighs)

Hey, thats a nice look for you, kid, no handcuffs.

Yeah, grand jury cleared me.

Figured they would.

Not without your testimony.

Hey, I told them what happened.

Dont get all sentimental about it, all right?

Yeah, a different detective could have gone either way.

You got lucky this time; maybe youll get lucky next time.

When you taking the cop test again?

(chuckles) You knew I would, huh?

Yeah-- well, Ill tell you what--

find out who your investigator is, give me a call.

I got a few connections in the department.

(car door shuts)

Guys bedroom was like a shrine to the NYPD,

except he had a picture of you where youre supposed to have

a poster of the rock star or the quarterback.

Or SpongeBob.

Granddad SquarePants.

(laughter) NICKY: Come on, boys,

lets go make that on Photoshop.

Sounds like this guy was really obsessed.

If you want something bad enough and you cant have it,

then you try your damnedest to get near it.

DANNY: Well, Im not going to judge the guy.

Who knows where Id be if I failed the test?

Youd be laying bricks and drinking too much beer.

DANNY: Those werent my only two choices in life,

you know. No, youre right,

there was installing car stereos,

along with selling aluminum siding in New Jersey,

along with drinking too much beer.

(laughter)

DANNY: All right.

You think thats funny?

What about you guys?

Ladies better shoes.

Staying in the Marines.

And you?

Oh, we already know about you.

Id be helping bad guys go free,

driving a Beemer, and dreading every morning. Hmm.

Or you couldve been an ADA.

I love waking up for work every morning.

All due respect, sis, but cops are cooler.

Hear, hear.

With all due respect,

career choices based on a cool factor is for 15-year-olds.

Thank you. FRANK: Oh.

Yeah, is that why you took

a job as a cocktail waitress at the Roxy--

because that job commanded such respect? (laughs)

HENRY: I thought you used to work at a roller-skating rink.

It was a roller- skating rink.

LINDA: Yeah, in the 70s

when you were in, like, grade school.

I did have roller skates on.

(others laughing)

No way you didnt know Erin was a cocktail waitress.

Why would you think that?

Youre my dad.

(chuckles)

I knew.

Sometimes one chooses to let things slide.

And I didnt become a cop because of Joe

or for the money obviously.

Why did you?

Growing up, it always seemed that what you guys made

was never the reason you did what you did.

It was the work itself,

the stories you got into the middle of,

the adventures, the comedies, the tragedies.

FRANK: The adventures,

the comedies, the tragedies.

Going to work every day with the feeling anything could happen,

and youd be in the middle of it, making a difference.

And being part of a brotherhood that spans almost 300 years.

I know thats not the Big Idea,

and I dont pretend to have it,

but it seems to me...

that the personal stories should be

the heart and soul of it.

Anything there you can work with?

(exhales)

I dont suppose I could just turn the camera

on the commissioner?

Not a chance.

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