GARRETT: Well, that's what you said.
I did not say "when hell freezes over."
What then?
I said I will make my decision
when the mayor gets his head out of his ass.
Sorry, wrong cliché.
Oh, cut it out. And his head's
not out of his ass?
Is it partly out?
Do you have a progress report?
I'll make it simple for you!
When the mayor asks me to re-up, himself, in person...
And what's with all the qualifiers?
That's two qualifiers!
Two! And the peas cannot touch
the mashed potatoes.
I serve at the pleasure of the mayor.
All I ask is that he ask me to re-up!
He's trying to schedule a signing ceremony.
That's not the same thing.
With you and yours and the brass
and press in formation. That is not the same thing!
It's the thing! Did Mrs. Moore hire the hall
and the caterers before you asked her to marry you?
It's not the same thing.
Well, it's damn close. Same principle.
Some requests,
some decisions,
deserve to have protocol respected.
Deserve to have it honored.
Or what?
Or what? Or what? What do you mean, "Or what?"
How long you gonna let this go on?
As long as it takes the mayor and you
to accept the fact that I will
only do this one way.
Your way.
The right way.
I serve at the pleasure of the mayor, and you serve
at the pleasure of the commissioner.
Am I right?
Yes, sir.
Then act like it.
If you're so eager to make this happen,
make it happen the way your boss wants it to happen.
(jazz piano playing)
(laughing)
What's so funny?
Nothing.
It's my frisée salad, isn't it?
(chuckles)
I look like a giant wimp right now.
You're picturing me in a dress.
No, no, it's nothing like that.
It's just been a long time since I've done this
and an even longer time since I've enjoyed it.
(phone ringing)
(sighs) Anthony.
Uh-oh.
Who's Anthony?
Sorry. Hello?
Hey, Erin. It's me, Anthony.
Yes, Anthony, I know.
I have caller I.D., just like everyone else
in the Western Hemisphere. (chuckles)
We got a problem. You should get down here.
I just texted you the address.
You're texting the wrong number. I'm not catching tonight.
Erin, listen,
trust me, you need to get down here.
We got a cop shot and killed.
Oh, no. I'm on my way.
Erin, wait. Wait.
I'm really sorry, but...
You're certain that wasn't just
one of your girlfriends calling to get you out of here, right?
A police officer's been killed.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Detective Reagan.
Yes.
Sergeant Rutkowski.
I'm here on instructions from Lieutenant Gormley.
I'm supposed to give you this.
What exactly is Lieutenant Gormley gifting me?
A missing cop.
Missing how?
Officer Kenneth Nelson missed roll call
about four hours ago.
DANNY: And the CO declared him AWOL?
Yeah. That's right.
Okay. Who's this?
Officer Abrams. I'm Kenny's partner.
Yeah, I brought him along.
Thought you might want to pick his brain.
So?
Kenny's a good cop.
Have you heard from him?
No, I haven't.
That's not so good.
Kenny's been having a tough time lately.
I'm not sure if that has anything to do
with him not showing today, but...
I wanted to put it out there. I'm...
not exactly sure what it is you're putting out there.
Officer Nelson's son passed away
a couple years back.
Leukemia. Oh.
Well, I'm sorry.
Kenny's boy was just seven years old when he lost him.
Needless to say, the guy's never been the same since.
Okay.
I'll get on it.
I called you back five times!
Every time, straight to voicemail.
I know. I'm sorry. I was on the phone with the office,
and then my cell died in the tunnel.
Where's the body? This way?
Listen, we got to talk.
Yeah, I think I got everything on the way.
Listen...
Officer Donald Gibson. 12 years on the job.
Was shot approximately 9:17 p.m. in a drug deal gone bad.
Yeah, but listen... Where's his partner?
I heard he got a glimpse of the shooter when he was fleeing.
Yeah, he did.
He-He's right over there. Great.
Erin, listen... Let's start there.
Erin! Hang on.
Anthony, I just want to get the description
while it's fresh in his mind.
We already got the shooter.
What? Well, that's great.
Yeah. The partner put the description over the air
right after the shooting.
RMP picked him up about ten minutes ago.
But we have a problem.
The shooter's name is Adrian Cooke.
Adrian Cooke?
Yes.
Anthony, what are you telling me?
Nothing. I-I'm just saying what I said.
You mean to say I'm responsible for this?
*
We put Adrian Cooke in the Manhattan Fresh Start program
instead of prosecuting him
because he was a nonviolent offender.
And then he goes out
and kills a cop.
But you gave him that second chance
because you believed he deserved it.
Doesn't matter what we thought.
We clearly made the wrong decision in this case.
But because I was the lead prosecutor on it,
I'm gonna be the face of that decision.
Oh, my gosh.
(reporters clamoring)
What do we do?
It's okay. Keep calm. Keep calm.
(horn honking)
(clamoring continues)
Mom, go!
Go!
(knocking)
(sighs)
Good morning, Mrs. Nelson.
Detective Reagan. Detective Baez.
What can I do for you? Well, we've been
calling all morning. No answer.
Okay.
Your husband, he didn't show up
for work last night.
So we were hoping to have a word.
Be my guest.
May we come in?
This is my house. You want to talk to Kenny,
you go to his house.
His house?
We're separated six months.
Well, we hadn't heard that. Yeah, well, I guess
you don't watch Entertainment Tonight.
It was a big deal.
That's funny.
Can you give us his new address?
No. Well,
you know, your husband never updated
his contact information with the NYPD.
Interesting.
You have any other thrilling anecdotes like that?
I'll pull up a chair. Maybe you
don't understand the seriousness of the situation.
Your husband went AWOL from the NYPD.
If he misses much more,
he's gonna lose the job and the pension.
First of all,
he wa my husband.
And second, please, the guy's got bigger problems
than you two.
Really? Like what?
You're the big-shot detectives.
Start detecting.
Come on.
Can't you help us out?
You have a warrant?
No, we don't have a warrant.
Then have a nice day.
(both sigh)
What the hell was that all about?
I don't know.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Frank.
It's what we do, you and I.
And thanks for coming up. I know this is long overdue.
And it's going to have to stay that way, for now.
What is?
The question of whether I stay on or not.
Frank, we both have packed schedules.
Your office specifically asked me...
I have not heard one word
from this office
about the travesty that led up
to Officer Gibson's murder.
I released a statement the moment I heard.
About my officer, yes.
I'm talking about your Fresh Start program.
Our Fresh Start program, Frank.
We're all on the same team together.
Well, the team bus left without me on that one.
Look, I'm sorry ADA Reagan is taking the heat,
but I know she can take it.
Take it for you.
So that's what this is all about?
You think I hung Erin out to dry?
Oh, come on, Mr. Mayor.
You know me better than that.
This isn't about Erin.
She just drew the short straw.
I told you from day one
that this program was fundamentally flawed.
And I thanked you for your unsolicited input
and implemented the program.
To spectacular results.
Look, Frank,
I am deeply sorry that we lost Officer Gibson.
And I feel terrible that one of our Fresh Start pilot cases
appears to be responsible, but that doesn't negate the good
that this program can do.
I got a dead
police officer, Carter.
Don't talk to me about good.
And don't isolate a tragedy to make a blanket case.
Look, I'll make a joint statement
with the acting DA before the evening news cycle.
Plenty of time to practice your furrowed brow
and solemn rhetoric.
Frank, you're out of line.
You're right. I am.
Out of line, behind the times,
fresh out of patience for Fresh Start and its ilk.
And its ilk? What, do you have some kind of list?
You really want to know? No.
Where do you want me to start?
I think you've already started.
A homeless program that produces nothing
but statistics and leaves it to the police
to play the villain...
Commissioner, that's enough.
Yes, sir.
Now, Frank, do you remember why I invited you up here?
You know,
I don't.
I forgot.
A couple years back, a guy, Nelson,
he worked out of your house. You guys know him?
Yeah, a little. Good guy, good cop.
Now he's an AWOL cop.
Really? What happened?
I don't know.
His partner hasn't heard from him.
His soon-to-be ex-wife
doesn't give a damn if he's dead or alive.
Anything you can remember about him that might shed some light?
He was only with us for a cup of coffee.
And that was before he lost his son.
Yeah, well, he's got plenty of rips since then--
reporting late for duty,
improper patrol, civilian complaints.
Well, I can't say for sure, but I did hear some rumors.
What kind of rumors?
Nothing I ever saw myself,
but I-I heard Kenny was messing with drugs.
His partner never said a word to me about him using drugs.
He would've known.
Yeah, if he was hitting the pipe and we were riding together
every day and I didn't notice,
I wouldn't deserve to wear the uniform.
That's what I'm thinking.
(sighs)
This is Cooke running north along First Avenue towards 195
just before he's snatched up by NYPD.
See there,
he's got the gun.
We lose him for a sec,
pick him up the next block.
But here,
there's no gun.
So somewhere between here and there
Cooke ditches it.
NYPD searching that block already?
Every inch of it.
Investigating detectives need anything--
and I mean anything--
you let me know.
10-4.
And get a word out to our friends in Corrections.
So long as Adrian Cooke is in the custody
of this city, he is to be treated like the Pope himself.
Guy's a cop killer.
You know what they do to those guys in the joint.
Which is why I want you to make sure it doesn't happen.
I am not gonna lose this case on a trumped-up appeal
because some son of a bitch guard took a cheap shot.
Copy you. And, look, for what it's worth...
Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, Officer Gibson's widow
is here and asked to speak with you.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Tell her you're tied up?
Where is she?
Mrs. Gibson.
I'm sorry for your loss.
You're Erin Reagan?
I am.
If you'd like to go to my office so we could talk...
No, that's okay.
Are you sure?
(sighs)
And then what happened?
And then she hauled off and slapped me.
Hard.
Still hurt?
Not so much on my face.
But on the inside, yeah.
You want to press charges?
No, of course not.
You didn't come all the way over here
to tell me someone slapped you.
I came all the way over here
to ask you in person to try not to intercede
with the mayor on this.
I already tried to intercede
before the damn program got rolled out.
Good, then you're on record.
Stay out of the current mess.
What makes you think I'd try?
40 years of knowing you.
And by the way, I would still
back the mayor on this program if I had to do it over.
I don't know how you can still be for it.
A cop was murdered on account of this thug
getting a fresh start.
How many innocent men got roughed up by stop and frisk?
Roughed up isn't dead.
The greater good trumps a single setback.
Maybe we should quit here while we're ahead here.
I was quoting you there, Dad, on the greater good.
Well, in this case, misquoting.
It presumes the mayor's program...
One I support.
...that your and the mayor's program serves the greater good.
But there's a fact that proves you wrong.
And it's plain as day laying on a slab down in the morgue.
Hey, Danny.
Officer Abrams, congratulations,
you won yourself a first-class ticket to my doghouse.
What's going on? Move it.
That's an excellent question.
One I look forward to prying out of you like a rotten tooth.
"I am not a bad person.
"But I have done bad things.
"By the time I'm six, I'm on my own,
"either in the streets or in the system.
"So yeah, I done stuff,
"but I ain't never hurt no one, not really.
"I want to be good and if you give me this chance
"I will do whatever it takes
"to be the best me I can be.
"Thank you for your time.
Adrian."
That's a very moving letter.
Unfortunately it's complete fiction.
Nah, it ain't.
It's good, don't get me wrong.
Good enough to convince me
and the rest of the review board.
But it's still a con job.
That's all true.
Every word of it.
"I ain't ever hurt no one,
not really?"
Yeah, I didn't.
I think Officer Gibson might disagree if he could.
Unfortunately, we will never hear from him again.
I ain't kill that cop, aiight?
His partner ID'd you as the man
fleeing the scene with a gun in his hand.
And he's wrong.
Dead wrong. And yet when the cops caught you
you were running.
Moments after the shooting a few blocks away.
Why?
I was jogging.
Jogging.
In jeans, a hoodie and work boots.
Okay, fine.
I wasn't jogging.
But I didn't kill that cop either.
(door opens) Why were you running from the scene?
I don't know.
Just because.
Good luck with that. You better hope
the jury's made up of five-year-olds.
Excuse me.
Merry Christmas.
I want Harbor Patrol
in that river, like, 15 minutes ago.
I'm on it.
This is you
with the gun.
And when the cops pull it out of the river
you're going up the river.
Listen, I haven't done anything wrong.
All I know
is he didn't show up for work last night.
Come on. Your partner's got a drug problem
and you're gonna color in the details for us right now.
Should I have my PBA rep in here with me? You know what,
that's a brilliant idea.
Why don't you call your PBA rep
and I'll call the chief of department
and we can order in pizza
and make a day of it, how's that sound?
No.
Then cut the crap.
All right, all right. Forget I mentioned it.
You know where your partner is, don't you, Officer Abrams?
I do not.
You're lying.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
We dumped your partner's phone.
The two of you chirped for 18 minutes
about an hour before he was to start his tour.
Still don't know anything?
How jammed up am I?
A lot less once you start helping.
I know you guys got a job to do here
and I respect that.
But I'm all Kenny's got right now.
Well, the longer
this drags out, the worse it gets for Kenny.
So if you really want to help him,
you're gonna help us.
I told him I'd cover for him
for a few hours.
Enough time for him to check himself into rehab.
Because if he makes it to rehab
the NYPD can't get their hands on him for 30 days.
Which means no drug test.
And he comes out sober and gets to keep his job.
(sighs)
I'm thinking after this whole thing is over,
maybe we should go after Abrams.
The guy interfered
with a police investigation, after all.
Yeah?
Yeah.
'Cause I might want to give him a hug.
What? He was protecting
his partner-- I respect that.
Some partner. The guy's using while wearing the uniform.
He's a disgrace. You forget the part
already where he lost his seven-year-old kid to cancer?
No, I didn't forget that, okay? And it's a tragedy, no doubt.
Still no excuse
to go doping while you're on the job.
You know one in every ten people in this country
is suffering with addiction?
Look, I understand that this is a delicate subject for you,
given your family's history
with your brother and drugs.
Danny, how many people do you have sitting around
that Reagan family dinner table, huh?
I'm guessing
close to ten, right?
Are you trying to say something here?
This is a problem for all of us
and one day it may even come home
to roost under your very own roof.
That is never going to happen.
Well, I sincerely hope not.
But that's exactly what everyone else says just before it does.
Look, I'm just saying.
Maybe bring it down a notch
and show a fellow cop a little love.
A little love, huh?
Yeah. Hm.
Goes a long way, partner.
Today is no different. I'm not gonna hide
and I'm not gonna let them see me sweat.
MAN: There she is! Oh, crap.
WOMAN: Here she comes.
Told you you should've used the back door.
(all clamoring)
Reagan, can we get a statement?
Can you comment on the case?
(clamoring continues)
MAN: Can we get a statement?
OFFICER: All right, step back.
Oh, my God, enough is enough.
ABETEMARCO: There you are.
Erin.
Harbor patrol's scuba team
caught a big one.
They pulled Cooke's gun out of the river.
You're kidding, that's great.
Yeah, but it ain't the gun that killed Officer Gibson.
What?
Looks like you're off the hook, kid.
Then who did kill him?
You got to make sense of this for me,
because I'm a little lost.
I'm right there with you.
It don't make no sense.
Really, Anthony?
If it don't make no sense, then it makes sense.
Right? What are you talking about?
Never mind.
Maybe the NYPD diver pulled the wrong nine millimeter out.
I mean, there's got to be hundreds of guns
on the bottom of that river.
It's Cooke's gun.
His prints survived the drink and everything.
You mean he's telling the truth?
Cooke's not our shooter?
Which is good for you.
And it makes sense.
Everything we know of him so far is non-violent drug offenses.
For him to go from that to popping a cop--
that's a pretty big leap.
Let's not mistake this guy for Mahatma Gandhi just yet.
I mean, we do have video of him running with a gun.
That's a good point.
What was he using that for?
To make war, not peace.
Coordinate with the investigating detectives,
get a list of all the reported crimes in the area
around the time that Officer Gibson was killed.
Got it.
(sighs)
DANNY: All I want to know is if
Kenneth Nelson checked in today.
I am sorry, Detective, but I'm not at liberty
to tell you if Mr. Nelson is a patient.
We don't want to speak to him, okay?
We just need to confirm that he's here.
We'll be on our merry way.
I understand, but I cannot help you.
Just look in your little book
and see if you can find the name "Nelson" please.
I'm sorry, Detective.
If you want us to come back with a warrant, we will.
The courts have held up time and time again
that our records fall under doctor-patient confidentiality.
There is no judge in this country
who would give you the warrant you desire.
(sighs)
Would you talk to her, please?
Sure.
I'd like to personally thank you
for all the work you and your staff do here.
I think you're miracle workers.
So, thank you
for your time.
Well, thank you.
That's it?
Hey!
I meant for you to talk some sense into her,
not kiss her ass.
I know what you meant,
because she's right, and you're wrong.
Oh, and because Nelson isn't here.
How do you know?
Because I had a nice little chat with a nurse in the ladies room
who told me no one checked in today.
Great. Then where the hell is he?
(sighs) Well, I know where my brother would be. Where?
Copping dope.
The investigating detectives on the case gave us an accounting
of every crime committed in this precinct
the night that Gibson was gunned down.
About two minutes before that call went over the air,
911 received a call about a robbery in progress
at this location.
You think it was Cooke?
Let's go to the videotape.
How you doing, pal?
Hey.
Yeah, roll the tape.
Okay.
That's him.
And that's the time of the shooting.
How far are we from the crime scene?
Five blocks south.
Well, Cooke is definitely not our shooter, and it explains
why he was running like a bat out of hell
when the cops scooped him up.
And why he refused to tell you what he was up to.
Good work, Anthony.
Yeah, congratulations to me.
I just cleared NYPD's only suspect.
Now what the hell do we do?
Our homework.
(knocking)
Garrett's here, sir.
You got the news?
I got the news.
So Adrian Cooke gets a fresh start
to commit armed robbery instead.
Fair point,
but it's kind of a win-win.
The mayor's program's off the hook,
Erin's no longer the worst person in the world,
and your reservations about Fresh Start have been born out.
So, actually, it's a win-win-win.
Making it the perfect opportunity to take a mulligan
on letting the mayor ask you to stay on.
Well...
I'm not sure the invitation still stands.
It does.
It didn't go well.
So I heard.
What, you had your ear pressed to the door?
By his account.
Mayor Poole's.
You shut it down.
So why would the invitation still stand?
That's hope talking.
(sighs)
My counterpart in the mayor's office
is having this very same conversation
with Poole right now.
So we're both being handled.
No one would be foolish enough to try to handle you.
Least of all, me.
Then what are you doing?
The same thing I always do.
Play the speed bag till your arms get tired
and you come to your senses.
(sighs)
Do you know how many candidates he's already met with, Garrett?
No.
I figure seven or eight.
I mean, four of 'em called me.
I just multiply that by about two.
I'm not going down that road, and neither should you.
It's human nature.
Weaker side of.
I'd like to schedule
a follow-up visit for you and the mayor.
I think you're gonna be disappointed, Garrett.
You know how you always talk about the greater good?
Well, there's no place out there
where you can do greater good than you can from in here.
I used to think that, too.
Okay, so what do we know?
Gibson's partner says he saw a man in a hoodie
fleeing the scene with a gun.
Yeah, but the only surveillance footage
we have is of Adrian Cooke,
and we know he's not our guy.
Right.
So, who's our guy, and how the hell did he disappear?
A cab?
Ah, even all six feet of you would have a hard time hailing
a cab in that neighborhood. Subway?
NYPD pulled all the surveillance from the nearest station.
Bubkus.
Okay, let's say you just killed a cop.
What would you do next?
I would never do something like that.
I know that, Anthony. It's a hypothetical.
Well, I don't care what it is. I wouldn't do it.
We're just pretending here.
Just make believe for a second that you killed a cop.
What would you would do right after?
Turn myself in.
Wow. You don't have an abstract bone in your body, do you?
Yeah, well, bones aren't abstract, Erin.
No, they're not.
You know what I would do if I just killed a cop?
I'd get the first ride out of there I could,
and if I couldn't, I'd take one.
You mean steal a car?
If I had to.
Yeah, you wouldn't have the balls.
I would grow a pair real fast if I just killed a cop,
'cause there's no way I'd be doing life.
Oh, so you know how to hot-wire a car? Maybe.
I also have a gun, so I could carjack someone.
Wait a second.
Now, look at this.
Ten minutes after the shooting,
right, in the next precinct over,
they had a carjack.
It's like 30 blocks away.
Could you cover that much distance in ten minutes
if you were running full tilt?
I mean, not you, som...
We need to find who jacked that car.
All right. I'm coming.
BAEZ: This is where I found my brother once.
See anyone that looks like him?
State these guys are in,
I don't think I'd recognize him anyway.
(groaning)
DANNY: What are you running for?
Nobody has to run, okay?
We're just social workers.
(coughs)
Wake up.
Get out of here!
Go on, get out of here.
DANNY: Hey, you.
You.
Look at the picture. You seen him?
Huh?
Come on, take a look.
Hey, Danny?
Yeah. I think this is Nelson.
And Bingo was his name-o.
Let's call it in.
What are you doing? (sighs)
Come on, I don't like the look in your eyes.
Would you just call it in?
Well, what if we didn't call it in?
I mean, what if we swoop him up
and take him to that rehab facility?
We can't do that, okay? Why not?
Because we'll get jammed up, all right?
Just call it in. No, we won't.
Nobody will ever know, and if we don't,
he's gonna lose his job and his pension.
Look at him.
He lost his job a long time ago.
Because his life fell apart.
We can help him put the pieces back together.
Is this about him, or your brother?
You don't have to remind me
that my brother is not coming back, okay?
I live with that every day.
Okay, just call it in.
No, you're gonna have to make that call.
(sighs)
5-4 detective to Central K.
(sighs)
I got something.
What, are you lurking outside the ladies room now?
What is this?
Hey, just read it.
"Kendrick Morrow?"
He's got a list of priors longer
than my mother's Thanksgiving grocery list.
Armed robbery,
grand larceny, attempt murder, murder.
And every one, he uses a Glock nine millimeter.
So does every other criminal in Manhattan.
Yeah, but ballistics ran the shell casings
from the Gibson shooting through IBS,
and they match those from a robbery
that Morrow was collared on two years ago.
The key witness pulled out at the last minute
so the case never went to trial, and Morrow was cut loose.
Okay, now you've got my attention.
Good.
You're gonna want it for this.
Is that Morrow running a red light?
And not just any red light.
And that's not just any car, is it?
That's the SUV that was carjacked.
19 minutes after Gibson was shot.
You have his last known?
The squad and ESU are already on their way.
Let's go. Hey, easy, easy!
Come on!
Come on, let me go. I didn't even...
So that's our guy?
That's him.
They recovered a nine beneath his mattress.
Prints and everything.
Dummy.
He ain't no genius, that's for sure.
What?
We're gonna have to work on your double negatives, Anthony.
The what?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You did good.
I did well.
It's an adverb.
(scoffs)
Good night, Anthony.
Good night.
I can't believe you're doing this.
Well, it's the right thing to do.
No, it's not.
Uh, yes, I think you'll see that it is.
How many times
have I kept my mouth shut
as I watched you bend the rules?
Tons.
Exactly.
And the one time I ask you
to look the other way just a little bit,
to help a fellow cop, no less,
you can't be there for me.
Baez...
No, Danny, look...
Listen to me.
Look, I get it, okay? You think this guy's a bum.
Don't do it for him. Do it for me.
Why are you turning off here?
Because this is the way to the rehab facility.
Little bit of love, right?
A lot of love. Mm-hmm.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
POOLE: Come in.
Commissioner Reagan's here to see you, sir.
Unscheduled?
Yes, sir.
This isn't a good time.
I know that, sir.
FRANK: I apologize.
I could reschedule.
FRANK: I really do.
No, no. Just send him in.
Commissioner Reagan.
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
For what?
For popping in like this.
That's it?
That's it.
You got something else?
Seriously, Frank?
Good.
You got something else you want to ask me?
Do you have something you're eager to get asked?
Yes, I would strongly recommend Chief Alberto Segura.
Okay...
I talked to him just before you did.
But I didn't ask for your recommendation, Frank.
Free advice.
Okay.
Well, since you're giving free advice,
I'll offer some of my own.
Hilary Shields. Who's that?
My campaign strategist.
Best in the business.
So? So...
since you want to do my job...
I don't want your job.
No, you just want to be a backseat driver. Nope.
I just want to be seen for what I've become.
Which is?
Well, when you first got elected
and you asked me to stay onto this job,
I looked way to the right of you.
And you used that perception
to maneuver through your first term,
and you used it to get re-elected.
Used it?
The liberal crusader
with the right-leaning law-and-order PC at his side.
And you want to be seen as what, Frank?
Well, you know that thing
where you're in the ocean and you're swimming around
and you look to the shore
and you can't believe that all of a sudden
the lifeguard stand is all the way over there?
Mm-hmm.
Well, the lifeguard stand didn't drift.
You did.
The lifeguard stand is right where it always was.
And you're the lifeguard stand.
That's right.
And for better or worse,
I am right where I'm supposed to be,
and I would like to think that I can serve
both you and the greater good from that fixed position.
And I'd like to think that's valuable.
So, is there anything else you want to ask me?
Frank, you want to stay on as my police commissioner?
Yes.
Thank you.
May I?
When should we schedule the ceremony?
I wouldn't.
What do you mean, you wouldn't?
Well, we both have enough
pomp and circumstance on our schedule.
Here.
There you go.
"I, Mayor Carter Poole,
"do hereby reappoint Francis X. Reagan
as Police Commissioner for the City of New York."
Sign at the bottom.
Don't we need a notary or something?
Nah, it's us.
(knocking at door)
(door opens)
These just came for you.
The mayor?
And... Mrs. Gibson is here again.
Should I call security?
No, that's all right. Show her in.
Mrs. Gibson.
Good evening, Mrs. Gibson.
I shouldn't have slapped you.
That's all right.
I wanted to thank you
for finding the monster that killed my Donald.
I...
But...?
I don't know.
I thought it would feel better...
justice and all that.
I lost my brother Joe in the line of duty.
Does it get easier?
(crying)
(sighs)
(sobbing)
I'm sorry.
(dishes clinking)
Would someone please pass the potatoes?
Coming down.
And more of that cabbage, please.
Huh? More of that cabbage, Danny?
Can anyone explain why we have a... a rain forest
growing out of the middle of our table?
You don't like my flowers?
It's just, they're...
Big enough to be a new family member.
That.
Where'd you get them?
They were a gift, actually.
LINDA: Ooh! Hubba hubba.
Who is sending you flowers like those?
The mayor.
HENRY: What?
Why is Mayor Poole sending you...
two dozen roses?
That's an excellent question.
(glass clinking)
I would like
to propose a toast.
(clears throat)
What's the toast?
To Commissioner Francis X. Reagan.
NICKY: Oh.
Commissioner Reagan? Commissioner Reagan?
Okay.
I was over with the mayor
and he asked me to stay on.
And I said yes.
(laughter, whooping)
Congratulations!
Hey! Hey! Congratulations.
It, uh, seemed like a good idea at the time.
Dad...
What?
Did you speak with the mayor
about anything else while you were there?
Not that I recall.
Did you or did you not promise me
you would not raise a stink with the mayor? I did.
And then you went ahead
and did it anyway.
I did not.
I kept my promise.
So it's just a coincidence that the mayor
sent me flowers with a card that said "I'm sorry"?
FRANK: I don't know.
Probably not.
What are you playing at?
NICKY: Yeah, Grandpa.
How else can you explain this?
Well, last time I checked,
we had some of the best police minds in the business
at this table.
Maybe some of you can figure it out.
You put Garrett up to it.
Negative.
I got it.
Oh, yeah?
Uh-huh.
Me, too.
Me three.
And how about you?
You had already gone.
Exactly.
You're the worst.
And you're the best.
(laughter)
I'll drink to that.
(laughter)
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