Hello?
LINDA: In the kitchen.
Something smells good. What are you cooking?
Duck. Duck?
Mm-hmm, duck.
Do the boys like duck?
The boys aren't home. Mm.
They're at a sleepover.
Mm. Then I guess
it's just you and me and the duck.
Yup. That sounds delicious.
(laughs)
Hmm.
You want to open some wine for us?
Mm-hmm, okay.
(phone ringing)
Sorry.
Gormley?
No.
Marianne Romano.
You are not going over there to kill a spider. I know. I know.
Hello. MARIANNE: Danny?! Danny! Danny?!
What is it? MAN: Hang it up, you stupid bitch!
Marianne, who is that? MAN: You heard me?!
MARIANNE: Danny, he's gone insane!
Who's gone insane?
What? Will you calm down? MARIANNE: Danny! No!
Hello? (beep)
Sounds like some guy's over there beating on her.
Yeah, or she just turned up the volume on Maury Povich.
You know I got to go.
Hurry back, okay?
I will. Mmm.
All right, tied up at seven.
But not for long, though.
All right, bring it. Shake it up.
You're gonna give me the shot?
So, take it if you got it, big boy.
(sighs) That's the game.
It's luck.
Hey, gym's booked right now.
I come to see my boy Tomas.
What's up, J?
What's up with you?
Just playing some ball.
You could play ball with us.
Hey, Jonny, Ricky, this court's booked for guys who are
signed up in the program, all right, so, sign up, or get lost.
Come on, back to the game.
I'll see you guys later.
You come with me now, all right?
That's an order.
I said I'll see you later.
They have a beef with you
because you're signed up for the program,
or 'cause you're not running with them anymore?
I guess you could say both.
All right, come on, let's play a new game, come on.
Oh, Danny, thank you.
Thank you, thank you so much for coming. All right.
All right, settle down, okay?
Come on. Yeah.
What happened?
(sighs)
He's just got real, real bad mood swings.
Who?
Joe.
Joe. This Joe-- did he hit you?
He didn't mean to.
He didn't mean to. Let me guess.
He just threw a punch, and you happened
to walk by at that very moment?
Where the hell is this guy?
He's gone. He won't be back tonight.
Right. Who is he?
It's Freight Train Joe Frye, Danny-- the running back
from the NFL?
Yeah, I know who he is.
Guy hasn't played ball in years.
And what is it with you and broken-down ex-athletes?
He's in great shape. (sighs)
You know, and he loves me for me.
Right.
You know, we got engaged in-in Cancun last week.
See?
That's very nice.
Aren't you gonna congratulate me?
On, what, the engagement
or this colorful bruise the guy put on you?
Come on, don't be jealous.
Marianne, we dated in high school.
It was love, and you know it.
Look, I promised your brother
I'd look after you, all right?
I didn't promise him I would play referee
for your love life.
If this clown puts his hands on you again,
I'm gonna lock him up, you understand?
You look good, Danny.
Good night, Marianne.
Get inside.
I'm parked on the corner.
You want a ride home?
It's only five blocks.
All right, well, stay away from Jonny and them, okay?
How? We live in the same place.
I've known them since I was, like, three.
The whole point of the JRIP program is
to keep you out of the life that he's headed for.
Stay away.
All right, okay.
I'm serious, Tomas. If you're on the fence about this,
don't waste my time.
Yeah, all right, all right.
Ay-ay-ay.
(sighs) Hey.
Hey. Marianne okay?
Yeah, she's fine.
Where-where you going?
Terry called. Her little one's running a 103,
so I said I'd cover her shift.
Are you kidding me?
What am I gonna do, Danny? I owe her one, you know? Yeah.
What was Marianne's problem?
She got engaged.
That's a problem?
He hits her.
That's your problem?
Come on. I made a promise.
What do you want me to do?
Tell her there's this thing called 911.
I know. I know!
Look, Danny, I know
that you swore to her brother that you'd look after her,
and I'm sorry he's not around, but there's...
I mean, come on. There's got to be some kind
of statute of limitations
on these old neighborhood six-beers oaths.
You think I enjoy playing her white knight?
I got to go.
I smell perfume.
I...
(sniffing) Ambush.
She was upset when I got there,
she hugged me, that's it.
Come on!
I can't believe
she still wears Ambush, you know?
It's probably the single longest commitment of her life.
You're probably right.
I'll see you in the morning.
All right. I'll make you a romantic breakfast.
Yeah, nothing like eight hours on her feet
and a piece of toast to get a girl going.
(car door closes, engine starts)
(horns honking in the distance)
(car alarm chirps off)
(car engine starts)
(groans)
(panting)
(groans)
(tires squealing)
(groaning)
(groans)
Hey, police!
Oh. JAMIE: Stop right there!
Police officer! (panting)
Hey. Police.
(panting)
(panting continues)
(horn honking, groans)
(indistinct shouting, tires squealing)
(distant shouting)
(phone ringing through)
I'm an off-duty
police officer, shield number 60528.
I need a bus forthwith,
corner of Avenue P and East 35th Street.
Male struck by a vehicle.
Central, put a rush on it. He's not responsive.
Okay. Oh, my God.
You did this, man.
This is on you, man.
This is on you.
(sighs)
(panting)
Early indication is that the boy may be paralyzed
from the waist down.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Officer Reagan's PBA rep showed up in a flash.
They took his statement, he acted appropriately.
And why would I think otherwise?
I just thought you'd like to know.
Are you going to give me a retail account of every officer
who happened to get into a jam yesterday?
It's your son. Exactly, who I raised
to take care of his own business.
There are conflicting reports as to whether
Officer Reagan identified himself as a police officer.
The gangbanger said he didn't, the kid in the Juvenile Robbery
Intervention Program says he clearly did.
Garrett, I will not use my influence
to get my kids special advantage!
The kids involved are from the Bitterman houses... Please!
...where Vinny Cruz was killed. Why do you do this?!
Because there are two Reagans on the job,
and I feel it's my duty to make sure
you know when they're involved in job-related conflict.
It is not because I expect you to intervene!
Oh.
So, you think it looks like payback,
Jamie getting even for his partner?
On the street, it sure does.
And to the DA's office?
No appetite for this.
Okay, let's move on.
Okay.
Officer Reagan aside,
your JRIP program's going to come under heavy fire.
Even I can make the case
that the kids are being put in danger of retaliation
from the crews they used to run with.
I don't need you to make the case.
There's gonna be a long line,
starting with the inspector general.
Who called me at 6:30 this morning to get on your schedule.
I'm releasing a pre-emptive statement.
"The Juvenile Robbery Intervention Program fosters
"mentor relationships between police officers
and kids who are first-time offenders."
It is an Upper West Side
bleeding-heart liberal's fever dream
of a program, which is,
anachronistically, a pet project
of the famously law-and-order
and meat-and-potatoes police commissioner.
We can't say that.
Well, find a way, because it's true.
And before you slot the inspector general
on my schedule, take a look at that.
"For your eyes only."
From anonymous at the Newark Police Department.
Paper files?
And photos from the mid-'90s
when she was Essex County prosecutor.
Don't make copies and check it out.
For what?
Accuracy and provenance.
That's all?
That's all for now.
(sighs)
(distant, indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, could I help you with something?
Yeah, I'm looking for Joe Frye. Is he around?
Uh, if you want a autograph, it's 20 bucks.
No, I don't want a autograph.
I just need to talk to him.
I'm a friend of a friend.
Oh, oh, right.
Uh, let me go tell him.
Great.
(man shouting)
MAN: How bad do you want it?!
You want to get on that field?! Yeah.
Let's go! Give me three more!
(speaking indistinctly)
Geez. Okay, yeah, give me a minute.
Thanks, Ralph.
He'll be right with you. Okay.
That guy on the bench-- he looks familiar.
Who is that?
Daquan Jackson.
Plays for the Jets.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, special teams and backup running back,
but you watch: he's gonna get a lot more carries this year.
What makes you say that?
Freight Train training, baby.
Joe Frye could turn your mother
into a brick wall.
My mother is dead.
Sorry, figure of speech.
Hey. Joe Frye. How you doing?
How are you? Danny Reagan.
Right, the cop.
No, the detective.
Big strong hand there, Joe.
Sorry, hope I didn't hurt you.
No, you didn't hurt me, but you did bruise Marianne up
pretty good, didn't you?
That was a accident.
We made up.
Oh, I didn't know it was a accident.
Yeah, we had a spat.
We worked it out.
You mean you hit her.
That's what you call working it out?
You on duty here, Detective?
No, I'm not on duty,
but if you put your hands
on her again,
I'm gonna come back here and I will be
on duty, and that's gonna be a problem for you, Joe.
Okay, I won't.
You know, not for nothing, that's really not the way
to treat a woman, especially when you're gonna marry her.
You got a thing for her?
Don't make it a problem for me.
What'd you say?
This isn't high school anymore, all right,
where you're over hanging with her brother,
going through her underwear drawer when nobody's looking,
dreaming you were her man.
That the 'roids talking, Joe, or all those concussions?
I'm me. Uh-huh.
She's mine.
Hmm.
You're still just you.
No argument here.
Hey.
You have the day off, take the day off.
Yeah, I am. Need you to do me a favor, though.
I want you to call around
and find out what unit's sitting
on Joe Frye's gym in Bay Ridge, okay?
Who's Joe Frye?
He's an ex-NFL running back.
It's called Joe Frye's Freight Train.
This a case we caught?
Well, it's a courtesy call for now.
Okay, will do.
Thanks, partner.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
What's up with the tie?
Well, I have my interview with Internal Affairs
right after my deposition.
Okay, well, I think you might want to lose the tie.
It makes you look uncomfortable,
and uncomfortable reads squirrely.
Well, I'm uncomfortable with this whole thing.
I mean, I clearly identified myself as a cop,
and both these kids knew that I was a cop.
I know, and the DA's office has refused
the case based on that.
So what should I expect from a civil suit?
Well, the kids' families and their lawyer
are looking to cash in on this.
Yeah.
How well do you know Tomas Lugo?
Couple months.
I think he'd say that I'm making
a difference in his life.
Okay.
Well, he said that he was pretty sure
you identified yourself as a police officer when you chased
Mr. Cisneros into the street
and turned him into a hood ornament. No, he went into that street on his own.
I didn't do either one of those things.
Come on, whose side are you on?
Yours, but the ambulance chaser
who's going to be questioning you for the deposition has
one thing on his mind, and it ain't justice, it's money.
You got me?
Got you.
BAEZ: So, you know the sarge of this narcotics unit?
Yeah, and I want to find out why he's been sitting
on Joe Frye's gym for months.
Can I ask you a question?
Shoot.
Are you just mad 'cause someone smacked
your high school girlfriend around?
I just got a bad feeling about the guy.
I'm just guessing here, but in high school
she was the queen bee, super good looking,
a little crazy, and dynamite in the sack?
That'd be a fair guess, yes.
Okay, still guessing here:
she broke up with you, and to this day
you feel like you've got to prove that she shouldn't have.
I just got a bad feeling about the guy is all.
Okay. Okay.
All right, we're looking for Sergeant Clancy.
He's right over there.
All right, thanks.
Nice job.
Hey, Sarge.
Danny, you old son of gun, it's good to see you.
You still look the same.
And you still look like a bulldog.
An old bulldog.
This is my partner Maria Baez.
Hey, nice to meet you.
Likewise.
So, Joe Frye-- you like him for something?
Well, I don't like him at all. Why you sitting on him?
Well, lot of kites about illegal steroids and... No.
...HGH traffic going on out of there, but the bigger thing
is this Sam Cummings kid.
You remember?
Sam Cummings-- sounds familiar.
Refresh me.
All-State Lacrosse player from Bay Ridge
got a full ride at Duke
and dropped dead the third day of practice
from a steroid-induced heart attack.
Yeah, Bay Ridge, I remember that kid.
Personal trainer...
Joe Frye?
Yeah, we figure he's been feeding him steroids,
wanted him for manslaughter for the death of the kid.
Couldn't get enough for a warrant on account
of he dies out of state.
The case is still open.
You guys ever think about sending in undercovers?
Yeah, first guy in got made right away
playing softball with some denizen of the gym.
After that the gym got very security conscious.
Tried to insert another guy, got nowhere.
Guess Joe Frye is not as dumb as he looks, huh?
(chuckles)
Maybe you should send in a girl.
Well, she'd have to be pretty.
I like the idea of a brunette.
Hmm, a pretty brunette.
You game?
I'm game.
Well,
I'll call your C.O. and ask to borrow
a cup of the two of you.
Okay, sounds like a plan.
Inspector General Peterson, sir.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hello, Kelly.
Frank.
Please sit down.
Oh... thank you.
Thanks for fitting me in.
Sure.
What's on your mind?
I assume you're aware of the pending civil suit
against the city by the Cisneros family.
They're blaming the JRIP program for the chain
of events that led to their son's injuries.
Well aware, as I am of the suit against the city
where a woman claims that the school free hot lunch program
caused her son to be morbidly obese.
(chuckles)
You're always so well prepped.
I admire that.
Thank you.
Nevertheless, the Bureau
of Law and Adjustment and the city council
and the comptroller's office are all very concerned
about the spike in lawsuits
directly related to the Juvenile Robbery Intervention Program.
Are they also aware that the program
has demonstrated significant results?
All they see are legal bills.
That's their job, not mine.
I'm considering a recommendation to eliminate the program.
(sighs)
We arrest a kid and put him in a correction system
where there's a very good chance he will not be corrected.
We are minting a career criminal.
This is a chance
to break that cycle.
You're putting kids in harm's way.
These kids live in harm's way.
We're trying to do something about that.
This city pays out $100 million
a year in legal claims.
That's not insurance, that's a line item in the budget.
It costs $168,000 a year to keep someone in a city jail.
You got an abacus? We'll do the math.
And what does it do to the soul of this city if we don't take
extraordinary measures to save the ones we can?
The "soul of the city" is not a line item in the budget.
Well, maybe it ought to be.
What happens if a kid gets killed?
Tragically, kids get killed all the time--
the very kids we're trying to help.
(sighs)
Let me be very clear here.
Do not go up against me on this.
Or what?
JAMIE: Jonny Borrero
and Ricky Cisneros were pursuing him, and realizing
that Tomas Lugo was in danger, I gave chase.
I identified myself as a police officer several times.
Unfortunately
Ricky Cisneros, while chasing Tomas,
was struck by an oncoming vehicle.
Are you asking us to believe the fact
that Mr. Cisneros' alleged association
with gang activities
at the Bitterman houses, where your late partner was killed,
didn't influence
your decisions on the day we're talking about?
I don't care what you believe.
(scoffs)
Well, you ought to.
It had no bearing on my decision making.
My partner Vinny Cruz was a good cop--
a good Latino cop who gave his life
trying to make the Bitterman houses,
where he grew up, a safer place.
I try to honor his memory by continuing that work.
By identifying and winnowing out
the ones you see as, as bad guys.
I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
Actions speak louder than words.
In this case, by mentoring Tomas Lugo
as part of the JRIP program
on my time and sometimes on my dime.
Let's go back to the initial confrontation in the gym,
shall we?
So over here you got your treadmills,
ellipticals, all that, plus you could plug in
your headphones, watch TV, you know.
Wow, it's fantastic.
Yeah, right?
So, what are your workout goals?
Oh, it's a little embarrassing.
Hey, you're talking to a guy
that used to weigh a buck 45 soaking wet.
I'm all about the dream.
I just found out my friend is having one of those
destination weddings in Aruba.
Sweet. And I'm,
like, the maid of honor and I really want
to have, like, the best body of my life.
Photos are forever.
Yeah, true that. The wedding's in a couple of months,
so I'm kind of in a hurry.
I'm thinking about getting a personal trainer.
I don't know. I'm certified.
Really?
Yeah, I could do a lot for your body.
That'd be cool.
There she is.
How'd it go at the gym?
Well, I now have a personal trainer and-- fingers crossed--
a real shot at a buff boyfriend.
Well, dreams do come true.
What's your play?
We got to make a buy, right?
Yes, we do. And our best bet
would be Mexican Dragon in 500 milligram doses.
That's what they found in the Cummings kid.
Good.
You sure you're up for this?
But not like that.
Not like what? Well, she can buy the brand,
but she can't buy that dose. If she buys
the same dose as a college kid twice her size,
she's gonna get made.
I'll see what the smaller doses are.
Good.
...and the guys was waitin' for me and they started chasing me,
you know, playin' around,
I guess.
And Jamie...
Officer Reagan
started chasin' after us.
I guess he thought I was gonna get beat up or something.
A-And did he identify himself as a police officer?
I don't know.
I mean, I was runnin'
and... then I heard the brakes screech.
And that's when Ricky got hit.
But shortly after the accident
you gave a statement to detectives that...
Officer Reagan did in fact
identify himself as a police officer.
Is that not true?
I mean, I said that.
But... you know, when I think about it,
it's like... somebody said, "Police."
I mean, I heard the word but I don't know who said it
'cause I was runnin'.
No further questions.
(speaking indistinctly)
That's not good.
What?
Looks like your friend threw you under the bus.
What are you talking about?
Well, look at him.
They flipped him.
Damn.
Yo, Tomas. Hold up.
Hey, yo, man. Why don't you just leave him alone?
Ain't you done enough damage?
Hey, we need to talk.
He ain't got nothing to say to you.
Aunt Marisol, let me handle this.
What happened? You changed your story?
I just wasn't sure.
No. No, come on, man. You changed your story.
What happened? Y-You lied. Why'd you lie? You don't think
they're gonna kick my ass if I screw this up for them?
All that cash that Ricky got coming?
And maybe they break a piece of that off for me and my aunt.
Is that what they promised you?
Man, I ain't sayin' nothin'.
Come on. I know you.
You don't know me.
Make a choice: me or them, right or wrong.
You don't know me.
So, what, you fooled me, huh? Is that it?
Huh? You fooled me?!
Good for you.
Hey. How's homework, guys?
Good, good.
Hi.
You made dinner?
Ace detective work.
Nice.
Can you put those in some water for me?
I can.
What'd you make?
The boys' favorite.
Taco pie. Mm-hmm. Taco pie?
Mmm. How 'bout a table for two at Le Madri?
How 'bout we don't have a sitter?
Done. Christina Caputo confirmed for 7:00 p.m.
Really?
Mm-hmm. Done and doner.
(horn honking outside) Hmm.
What do you want me to put these in?
Uh, there's a vase in the cabinet there.
Come on. Got it.
This better not be
the sitter. (honking continues)
It's for you. What?
Guess who.
(honking continues) Be right back.
Marianne, what the hell are you doing?
Lookin' for you, obviously.
Why? Well, I called you five times
and it went straight to voice mail.
I was gonna call you back.
You're duckin' me!
I'm not ducking you.
What do you want?
You went by Joe's gym?
Yeah.
You did?
I went to straighten the guy out.
What?
Well, now he's pissed off.
Yeah, he's not the only one.
He's pissed off at me!
O... If you didn't want my help, why did you call me?
I didn't want you to go and harass him!
Dad, who's she?
Get in the house.
What? Go on. You listen to me,
Marianne. My husband is a good man.
He's trying to honor a pledge he made to your brother.
But you abuse the privilege.
I ain't abusin' nothin'.
Hey, what are you doin'?
Take your sad little lollipop act
someplace else, okay?
My husband is officially
off-duty when it comes to you!
What are you doin' with my phone?
Danny Reagan,
delete!
(groans) (starts engine)
And Ambush?! Seriously?!
73. All the way down.
Seventy-four.
75. Yeah.
(sighs) Wow.
I didn't think I could do that.
(exhales) You really inspire me.
Yeah?
Yeah, big-time.
I have a little problem though.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Well, whenever I work out like this,
I'm so dead by the time I get home,
I just want to go to sleep, and...
I like to have energy to do stuff at night.
Yeah? You do? Yeah,
I do.
Are there any...
supplements you take or something?
What, like a vitamin pack?
(chuckles) Last year, I trained for this triathlon,
and my old boyfriend
gave me something called Mexican Dragon?
That stuff was dynamite.
I might know somebody.
Want to meet up for a drink later?
Yeah, that'd be awesome.
Why do I have to hose out the back of the car?
That's what rookies do.
Till when?
Hey, process him.
And I have to do paperwork?
You looking for me?
Yes.
They took Tomas' phone, and I didn't know how to reach you.
Who took it?
The boys who beat him.
Marisol, all due respect,
there's nothing I can do for him, okay?
He made his choice.
No, you have to help him.
No, I don't. He went back to the courts.
What are you talking about? I don't know
if they followed him or if the Cisneros' lawyer said something,
but the word is on the street.
He changed his testimony? Yes,
for you. And look at what it got him.
Into the hospital.
Okay.
Okay. Wait here.
(siren wailing in distance)
For a smart guy, you sure are stupid sometimes.
Yeah? How's that?
To do right by you, I had to do wrong by them.
Good point. Yo,
just let me be.
Some time will pass and they'll forget
why they're giving me these beat-downs.
That's no kind of life.
Yeah, it is. (chuckles)
Mine.
You stepped up for me.
Now I'm gonna step up for you.
And how you gonna do that?
I don't know.
For starters,
let me get you something from the cafeteria.
Come on.
I'll go for a ginger ale and a straw.
And barbeque chips.
You got it.
How long you been partners with her?
About six months. Why?
She any good on a sting?
She's my partner.
She could probably teach you a few things.
I'd like that.
Sorry.
BAEZ: Oh, my gosh.
I am so sore.
Probably need a good deep-tissue massage.
Definitely.
I took massage.
What? There's a massage school?
No, it's part of getting certified.
Well, not part, but... you can add it on,
which I did.
You're really a complete package, huh?
I like to think so.
Speaking of which, you, um...
you got that thing we talked about?
Which thing's that?
You know, the...
Dragon from Me-hi-co?
Oh.
Yeah.
We talked about that.
Ralphie? What?
I'm just wondering if I'm talking to a cop.
You bastard.
Maria!
What's going on?
I don't know.
I think she called an audible.
Ah, hold on.
Give her a second.
Maria, wait up.
Maria... Why? So you can insult me some more?
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
What the hell does that mean, a cop?
What, am I butch to you?
No, n...
I thought you liked me. I do.
You wanted to help me get buff.
I do.
Here.
It's on me.
No, no, look, I'm...
I'm paying.
Okay? Just... start over.
Even steven.
All right? Uh...
have it your way.
And I'm not a cop.
Detective.
Whoa. Remember me, Hercules?
Put the jacket down. Turn around.
Pretty good-looking for a cop, huh?
(handcuffs clicking)
Nice work, partner.
What's up?
Two things.
One is, working with Tomas Lugo this past while,
it's really hit home how important it is
to have a present father.
You've been that every single day of my life.
And I'm grateful.
Thank you.
What's the second thing?
This kid, Tomas...
he really backed me up.
Turned around and changed his disposition,
told the truth.
But now he's a walking punching bag for it.
He needs to move.
I'm not a Realtor. No, but you have
a Housing Bureau Chief, and she's got ins
with the Housing Authority.
We owe Tomas.
This kid got hung out to dry. We?
Well, he signed up for a program that you helped devise,
and one that you support.
I mean, we can't have these kids crap where they eat.
If that's the deal,
then you should just 86 the whole program.
*
Tomas ask you for the favor?
No. You tell him
you could make it happen?
No, that's way above my pay grade.
(sighs)
You can't save every puppy in the pound, Jamie.
I know it.
(sighs)
Come on, we're gonna get Joe Frye sooner or later.
If you cooperate,
I can talk to the DA about keeping you from doing time.
I told you, I ain't talkin'.
(knocking)
Hey, partner. You get anywhere with this joker?
No. Let's call it a night?
Yeah. Well, normally, Ralphie, you would spend
the night down in Central Booking, but all the arraignment judges
have left for the evening, so you're gonna have to wait till the morning
when the corrections bus comes to pick you up.
BAEZ: Well, I'll take him down to holding. Actually,
that's gonna be a problem, too.
All the holding cells are full.
Ralphie's just gonna have to sit here until morning
when the, uh, corrections bus comes to pick him up.
(knocking)
Yeah? Detective, can I leave this guy
in here with you till the bus comes
for your guy?
Well, that sounds like a plan.
Bring him in.
What's your name, big fella? Tiny.
(chuckles): Tiny? Okay.
DANNY: Well, I'm sure Ralphie here won't mind
having a little company for the evening-- ain't that right, Ralphie?
Have a seat.
Ralphie, this is Tiny. Tiny, Ralphie.
You two gentlemen,
I'm sure, have a lot to talk about, so you have a great evening.
Good night, Ralphie.
(sniffing)
I smell chicken.
I don't know what you're talking about.
This your first sleepover? You know,
just... chill out.
Shh. We'll make it a party.
You're gonna be my date.
I ain't gonna be nothin'.
Oh, yes, you are.
You're my date tonight.
(sniffs)
Mmm...
mm!
(exhales)
RALPHIE: Baez! Ah-ah-ah.
Baez!
(pounding) Baez! Baez!
Okay. Hey, Baez!
What is it, Ralphie?
Could we go somewhere and talk?
You messing with me?
No.
Come on.
(clears throat)
Nice work, Detective. (chuckles) My pleasure, Detective.
How's the wife,
by the way? She's great.
Good. I'll see you at the softball game Sunday.
I'll be there. All right.
(sighs)
These are copies?
I assume so.
You'd know.
I am assuming the originals are somewhere in Newark.
That is everything I have.
And now it's yours.
I'm not sure I understand.
I don't want anything to do with them.
I could have just destroyed them;
I just thought you should know what you're dealing with.
An invasion of my privacy at a vulnerable time
during a hellish divorce.
That's part of it.
The part that's in the past.
What's the other part?
The NYPD is... unique.
Like the Israeli army or the Vatican,
it has its detractors.
But its supporters
are legion, and heaven help you if they think you are
monkeying with our purpose.
You can't rattle me, Frank.
You or your legions of fanatics.
Supporters. Whatever you want to call them.
I'll skip the Kool-Aid and stick with gin and tonic.
Okay.
But you can't wish it away.
Is that why you asked me here?
That was part of it.
I am going to push to expand
the JRIP program to include the involvement
of the City Housing Authority to provide relocation options.
We can't ask these kids to crap where they eat.
And I'm gonna push right back.
Why? This whole program
reeks of social engineering.
And honestly,
I'm surprised it has your support.
This feels
way out of your wheelhouse.
Expect the unexpected.
Is that a promise or a threat?
I don't make threats.
The program is a waste of resources.
Involving Housing is only gonna compound that.
(exasperated sigh)
And that's the battle I'm picking.
That's yours.
And anything like it that lands on my desk.
I play hard, but I don't play dirty.
Good to know.
DANNY: Well, it looks like Joe done left the building.
Hit his house?
I got another idea.
Marianne, this is Danny.
Listen, we got a warrant for your fiancé's arrest.
No, we're on our way to his house
to pick him up now, all right? I want you to call him
and talk some sense into him.
Tell him to surrender-- we don't want
anyone to get hurt.
Just do what I say, all right?
Now we'll go sit on her house.
You sure? Yeah. I know how she thinks.
DANNY: Joe Frye! We need to talk.
Okay, fine, you know what, come on inside, we'll talk it over inside.
No. You can make it easy or hard, Joe.
BAEZ: Stop! Police! Reagan!
Around the front! He's getting away!
Call for backup!
(tires squeal) (grunting)
(panting)
Hold it!
(Danny yells)
(sirens approaching) DANNY: That's it. It's over, Joe.
Come on. (grunts)
Stopped short of the end zone again.
Story of your life.
Joey!
This is all your fault, you stupid cow!
Hey! You're talking to a lady.
Knock it off.
Let me go.
Yeah. Marianne Romano.
Marianne Romano? She's still around?
Yeah, like a bad cold you can't shake.
I remember her. Very pretty.
In a cheap sort of way.
(quiet laughing)
I mean, they only dated for...
A month.
Uh, longer than that.
No.
Ye...
How is she looking?
She looks her age. Older.
JAMIE: Hey, didn't she go to L.A. right after you guys graduated?
No.
Yeah, and then somebody swore that they
saw her in a Guns N' Roses
video out there, too. Yeah.
No, that was somebody else.
Okay? What?
Wait, who are we talking about?
Nobody. An old friend of Dad's.
But not of Mom's.
(others laughing)
Marianne the car wash girl?
(laughing): No, no.
Come on, Grandp...
Linda, did you make this pie
from scratch?
It sure is good.
She worked at a car wash? No.
No, no, no, no. They were just raising money
for the school prom or something.
And being good grandparents,
Betty and I drove the Buick over.
Marianne was
all wet from washing the cars.
(others laughing)
And Betty thought
that I should arrest her for indecent exposure.
Well, you probably should have. You know,
14 years ago tonight, I kissed a girl
on the corner of 10th Street and University Place,
and my life was never the same.
That was today?
Yep. We went to the movies,
we saw The Cider House Rules,
we had slices afterwards, and I even saved the ticket stubs.
(laughs softly)
You kept the stubs? Yes, I did.
All these years.
I knew I loved you that night...
and I have known that I love you every night since.
That is so sweet.
Nice save.
LINDA: Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna need to see those ticket stubs.
My thought, exactly.
(laughter)
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