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.
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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