I mean, seriously, have you ever seen so many, uh, whatchamacallits?
Precious Moments.
Those little statues all over the place.
That's what they're called. Precious Moments?
They're, like, a really big thing... with cat ladies and my mother. (LAUGHS)
(WHINING)
Hey. (BARKING)
Hey, there, pretty girl. Hi. Boy.
You sure?
Uh, positive.
Think he wants us to follow him.
Okay, Lassie. Hey.
Oh, I seriously cannot believe that we are doing this.
Ten to one we're being punk'd by Sector Charlie.
Yeah. (MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
WOMAN: Just let me go!
(BARKING) You're not going anywhere!
Let me go! How many times I got to tell you?
Yo! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Break it off.
Break it... Step away. Yo, yo. All good. All good.
(SOBBING) Hey, what-what's going on?
WITTEN: Back away.
MAN: We're just having a discussion, man.
WOMAN: Discussion? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
You ever had a discussion before? Yo. He hit me.
Get this dog away from me.
Get this dog away from me right now. WITTEN: Hey.
Cuff him.
Unbelievable.
This is all we got? Sorry.
We're standing in front of a police precinct, and this is all we got?
Yeah, I'm telling you, that's all we got.
Well... Well, it's unacceptable.
Why are you getting so hot?
What do you mean? The guy spray-painted my car!
Our car.
You're gonna split hairs with me now. I'm just saying.
Well, I'm just saying we look like idiots.
I mean, we look like the dopey cops in the Smokey and the Bandit movies.
Relax. It's probably just some kid vandalizing.
I'm sure no one will even notice.
Love the new paint job, Reagan.
Looking good, Danny Boy.
You see that? We're laughingstocks.
Not we. You.
Your car, remember?
Way to look after your partner, partner.
Don't even say it.
GARRETT: It was Kennedy.
Pretty sure it was Roosevelt.
Which one?
Franklin D.
No. JFK. 100%. (DOOR OPENS)
Google it. Morning, sir. FRANK: Morning.
GARRETT: Maybe you can help settle this.
Which president coined the term "first hundred days"?
FDR. I say JFK.
FDR gave an address in July of 1933.
Since then it's been the benchmark.
Thank you.
This about the Times?
We've held them off for about as long as we're gonna get away with.
The mayor's office has been hounding me 24-7.
This hounding in reference to anything about my wanting more cops?
No, it's about you talking to the Times about his first 100 days, in a positive way.
Then let them howl.
Wait, you're literally gonna make this a tit for tat?
I prefer "mutually beneficial exchange."
Seriously? It's the only language he knows.
I'm not quite sure how to communicate that.
Well, then, I will. Tomorrow.
Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
This Times hundred-day thing, when's it run?
Next weekend. The cover of the magazine.
Then get it done today or step off it.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Well, what do you know?
I used to have a daughter named Nicky who looked just like you.
Hi, Mom. I know it's been a while since I called.
Almost a week.
You know, in the real world, that's not actually a very long time.
Oh, really? Well, when you carry another living being inside of you for nine months, then you can tell me that.
Actually, wait, don't.
Wait, that's not why you're calling.
Tell me that's not why you're calling.
Relax, Mom.
I'm not pregnant. I just called to say hi.
Well, you just made my day.
You look tired. Long day?
Thank you. Yes.
You should come out here and visit.
Do some California dreaming with me.
I should.
But you won't.
Well, you should see my desk.
(CALL WAITING BEEPING) Ugh, I'm so sorry, that's my boss on the other line.
I'll call you right back, okay? Wait. Wait, Nick. Nick...
Bye. Nick.
(TIRES SCREECH) (HORN HONKS)
(SIRENS APPROACHING) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Feeling okay?
Uh-huh.
Feeling lightheaded, woozy?
No. I told you I'm fine.
I'm just gonna check your pupils.
Can you look at my face for me?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Would you look at this pretty girl!
Handsome man.
I mean, does nobody here understand basic biology?
He's a boy. A very good boy.
He really did all that? Led you right to the bad guy?
I gotta admit, it was pretty cool.
But no tags on him? No.
No one in the neighborhood seems to have ever seen him before.
He's got to belong to somebody.
Who's got to belong to somebody?
Jamie.
Whoa, is this the hero everybody's talking about?
WITTEN: Easiest collar we ever made.
It was amazing.
That's great. Any luck finding his owner?
Um, we-we looked in our sector, and we checked the adjoining sectors, and-and nothing.
Well, if he's as impressive as you say he is, then he's probably not a stray.
That's what I say.
He's got to belong to somebody.
All right, well, I'll check with Animal Control, our K-9 unit, any other law enforcement agencies that I can think of.
Oh, um... but, well, what if he doesn't belong to any of them?
Oh, whoa. (CHUCKLES)
Don't worry, we'll find his owner. Come on, bud.
(WHINING QUIETLY)
Aw, TARU got nothing.
Yeah? You were gone a long time to come back with nothing.
That's 'cause I was riding them. You know, I was trying to get them to, like, zoom in, telescope, get a close-up.
Any useable frame of the perp's face.
Okay. Okay what?
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking you were flirting with the TARU girl you think is so cute. (LAUGHS)
Somebody's jealous.
(LAUGHS) Someone's wishful thinking.
Maybe. Here.
Take a look at this.
Earlier today, a hooded tagger defaced a slew of NYPD cop cars in Lower Manhattan.
This is the second instance in two days where NYPD vehicles have been tagged.
Both times a hooded graffiti artist got away without being caught.
O-Okay...
Well, maybe now you can get over yourself.
What are you talking about? Well, it's obvious it was nothing personal.
Whoever did this has a beef with NYPD in general.
Maybe now we can move on.
No, maybe we can't move on.
Okay? Let's go.
Are you serious?
He graffitied our car!
Your car.
Power.
Your last name is actually "Power"?
Kind of on the nose, no?
Never mind. Shall we?
Let's.
3,000 new cops. That's what he wants.
That's the price?
Uh, prices you pay, we earn.
This is more like everybody's better off.
And if he says no, then everybody's worse off?
I wouldn't put it that way.
That's exactly how you'll put it.
He wants this.
Your guy needs his support.
Or the Times just runs the profile without your guy's two cents.
His opinion is worth a whole lot more than two cents.
He works for the mayor.
He polls higher in every metric.
We're not giving you 3,000 new cops.
Sure you are. We're not.
Then thank you for stopping by.
You've been in that chair too long.
So has your boss.
Says so himself once a week.
(CHUCKLES) Final answer, no.
You don't have that power, Power.
We do have the power to ensure our guy saves face.
Maybe you do. My guy kind of likes bloody noses and busted lips.
I'm thinking of giving this one to Jessica.
What do you think?
Think she's ready?
I do, yeah.
She's gonna need some help on the investigative side, but...
I'll lend a hand.
Thank you.
How about you?
How about me what?
Are you gonna answer me?
Huh? I've asked you twice why you seem out of it.
Both times you act like you got cotton in your ears.
Nothing, it's just...
It's just not my best morning, that's all.
Mm. Gotcha.
You got what? You know, one time I got my load on, I peed in the hamper instead of the toilet.
Thank you for that completely unnecessary and incredibly vivid mental imagery. I'm just saying, uh, we've all done stupid and embarrassing stuff after having a few.
I'm not hung over, Anthony. Then what?
Nothing. Really, it's nothing.
Okay, so you will take care of this with Jessica, right?
Consider it done.
Got to be kidding me. I'm afraid not, Detective.
Well, look around.
There's half dozen surveillance cameras out here.
Danny. No, I want to know how this guy slips in here, despite all these cameras and throws up all over our RMPs, and nobody sees a single thing.
He already said. All the cameras picked him up.
Yeah, but they didn't pick up his face!
I mean, how is that even possible?
Guy's smart.
No, he's not smart.
He's lucky, but he's not smart.
Danny, obviously, he clocked all these cameras here, just like you did. He just remembered not to say "cheese."
You know what he's doing, right?
He's giving us the finger in broad daylight for the entire city to see, that's what he's doing.
Maybe it's just a prank. Prank?
He bombed all of our cars in our own yard!
Is there any of the footage of him getting dropped off from a car, an Uber, a taxi?
Nothing. He appears on foot.
On foot? How does someone get here on foot?
Subway. Yes.
There's an "A" and a "C" and an "E" that way about six blocks.
That's how he got here. Let's go.
But all in all, you like him.
I like him for a boss.
So far.
Then my advice is, let's keep the good times rolling.
Do the interview, give him your positive review.
We'll fight for cops on other fronts.
Such as?
Police unions, the City Council.
The elected officials in underserved districts.
We'll pin him in from all sides.
So hide behind blowhards?
Not at all.
And after these other fronts carve out their share?
You'll still have more cops.
Hopefully, at or near the numbers you wanted.
But realistically, a half dozen crossing guards and some hug-a-cop-today PSAs.
Oh, you got to think positively.
What are you afraid of?
That maybe our mayor doesn't have the Achilles heel I thought he did.
So? What's his weak spot?
Come on. Everybody has one.
What's yours?
Okay, hold on.
No, no. You're just improvising one.
So, the advice you are giving me is to just back off?
No, my advice to you is, wait a bit, maybe the next hundred days.
See what we see.
I need more cops a hundred days ago.
DANNY: Just like I told you, he took the subway.
Now who's the genius?
I never said he was a genius.
I'm not talking about him. I'm saying I'm the genius.
Well, before you accept your Mensa certificate, let me remind you that while we do have his face, it ain't popping in our facial recognition software.
Yes, that was a setback.
Is. Was.
What is this? His MetroCard swipe was at 12:30.
The MetroCard was purchased with a credit card belonging to one Charles Morrow.
Wow. I'm actually impressed.
Mensa, Mensa, Mensa.
So, what's his story? He in our system?
No, and I don't know.
Ah, I'm a little less impressed.
Yeah, but it's our guy.
Uh... Not a single prior? How is that even possible?
No, and it gets a little more confusing, because he's an honor student at NYU with a GPA of 5.0.
But he is our guy.
So this honor student is our cop-hating vandal?
How do you explain that?
That, uh, I can't explain.
Mensa, Mensa, Mensa.
Indeed.
Do you remember when I said this smelled like a revenge thing?
No, I remember that's what I said.
And I said I agree.
No, your exact words were, "Don't get carried away, Reagan."
He said, she said. Mm-hmm.
Can I get to the point, please?
Please.
So, this kid's name, Charles Morrow, it sounded familiar. Yeah. Mm-hmm.
So I thought, well, maybe we collared him before, but he doesn't have any priors.
Right.
Do you remember this case from last year?
Yeah, 58 sh*ts.
"Brandon...
Morrow." Morrow.
So that guy back then is our guy's brother?
With a rap sheet six blocks long.
So it is a revenge case. Like I said from the beginning.
No, like I said from the beginning.
BOTH: Mensa, Mensa, Mensa.
MEGAN: May I help you?
Ma'am, I'm-I'm sorry, may I help you?
Oh, sorry.
Um, I'm here to see Jack.
Do you have an appointment?
I'm his wife... uh, ex-wife.
Oh.
Do you want to go see if he has a minute?
Right. Yes. Of course.
(DOOR OPENS)
Erin, hi.
Come on in.
Nice to see you.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You look great.
Have a seat.
Something wrong?
You've got that "something weighing heavily on my mind but I don't want to say it" look.
You hurt me.
What?
(EXHALES)
You hurt me.
Erin, I-I don't know what you're talking about.
What... Y-You know.
I honestly don't. (STAMMERS)
I've been denying it for so long and... keeping it from you since day one, but more so, just denying it from myself.
Are you having some kind of out-of-body experience or something?
It's the truth.
H-How, how am I supposed to respond to this?
You're not.
I need 3,000 more cops.
Yeah, you said that.
And then I said, "I can't afford it."
You can't not afford it.
Tell that to the teacher's union, the Housing Authority, all the other agencies coming with their hands out.
Yeah, you call 911, you're not looking for a teacher or affordable housing.
Answer's still no.
You realize I could just try to pin you in from other fronts.
City council, elected officials from underserved districts...
You could, but you won't.
They'd all want their taste.
By the time you got your share, you could maybe afford a ham sandwich.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
That's exactly what I told Garrett.
Let's kick it down the road.
Take another look in the next fiscal year.
Or I could just trash-talk you to the Times.
Sticks and stones.
To the extent you would have no choice but to fire me.
So that's on the table?
Mr. Mayor, everything's on the table.
Resignation?
That, too.
As they say, change is the only constant.
But not all change has equal weight.
Let's take a moment.
I have overseen a record drop in crime, decade to decade.
My polling favorables b*at the hell out of yours all day long.
You running for something?
Just for my job.
And change may be a constant, but its effect runs the gamut.
That's some pedestal you've built up for yourself.
Nah.
You know, a lot of my old friends are selling their homes and moving to Florida.
Old houses, ranches, split ranches, California ranches.
And what's surprising is a lot of them, they're not just ugly old houses anymore.
T-They're called "mid-century modern" now.
And all of a sudden, they're irreplaceable.
And that's you? Irreplaceable?
No.
But you might want to think twice before you just go and tear me down.
Everything I said is true.
I just got here and the front desk said that you needed to see me right away.
(GASPS)
Oh, he did not do this.
Oh, he did.
Why are you such a bad boy?
Needless to say, he's not a law enforcement animal.
(LAUGHS): Well, maybe, he...
Guy came through here, said he recognized your furry friend, that he used to belong to a gangbanger named Duquann.
Why used to?
Apparently, Mutt... that is his given name... was too much of a goody-goody.
He was always giving up the g*ng's positions instead of playing watchdog.
See? Oh, I knew you were a good boy.
Yes, I did. Yes, I did.
I knew you were a good boy.
That's my good boy.
You're a good dog.
Jamie. Let's take him home with us.
Are you kidding me?
Why not?
Seriously?
This is just a little mess.
Good boy, didn't I? I knew you were a good boy.
Good boy.
This is the police, open up now!
This is the police, open up now!
Everything's okay.
(BANGING ON DOOR) Listen to me, Charles.
I spoke to the landlord, he told me he hasn't seen anyone leave, so I know you're in there!
Now open the door before I knock it down!
Open the damn door!
I don't believe he's home.
Where is he?
Oh, I-I do not very much know.
Did you see him leave?
Well, how could you know that he's not home if you didn't see him leave?
Danny.
You little son of a bitch, I know you're in there, and I'm gonna... (KICKS DOOR)
Sorry for the inconvenience, folks.
Sorry for the trouble, folks. Sorry.
Little piece of crap's in there, I'm telling you.
I know it.
Uh, I'm not so sure about that.
I'm gonna k*ll him.
I'm gonna k*ll him.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Not now, Anthony.
(KNOCKING)
Anthony, not...
Hi, Mom. (CHUCKLES)
What are you doing here?
Are you kidding me?
Ooh...
God, you smell good. Did you always smell this good?
I just got off a red eye.
I'm all sweaty and gross. I stink.
Stink of heaven. (CHUCKLES)
You're only slightly biased.
Look at you. What are you doing here?
Well, I knew you'd be too busy to visit me, so I decided to come see you.
He called you.
Who?
Your father.
He did not.
Of course he did.
He really didn't, but... why would he...
I got in a car accident the other day.
What? It was a little fender bender.
I was treated and released by medical professionals.
I am fine.
It's no big deal. Okay?
So let's just not even mention it again.
Do you have time for something to eat?
Yeah. Sure.
Listen to me, you son of a bitch, I spoke to the landlord, he told me he hasn't seen anyone leave, so I know you're in there! (ALL LAUGHING)
Now open the door before I knock it down!
(LAUGHTER) You know, they're right.
The camera does add five pounds.
(ALL LAUGHING) More like ten.
(ALL LAUGHING)
DANNY: Hey, what's so funny?
No, Danny, you don't want any part of this.
Want any part of what? DANNY: It's the police, open up now!
I'm gonna find you, you son of a bitch!
(OTHERS LAUGHING)
(MUSICAL ACCOMPANIMENT)
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
DANNY: ...door before I knock it... knock it down!
Trust me, this is a good thing, okay?
Then why is my tummy turning?
I told you, I got a buddy in the K-9 unit.
Maybe they could use him.
Oh, his ears are back. So?
That's bad. That means he's worried.
Well, maybe it's 'cause you're putting off really bad vibes.
I'm getting really bad vibes.
Well, we're not even there yet.
(SIGHS) Jamie, look at him.
He knows. He wants to be with us.
Honey, please, come on, don't do this.
Right back atcha.
Look, I think he's great too, but we cannot keep this dog.
Why not? Because.
(DOG BARKING)
(GRUNTS) (CAR HORN HONKS)
(TIRES SCREECHING) This dog is nuts!
He's just eccentric!
He's fast as hell is what he is.
(BOTH PANTING)
(DOG BARKING)
Police, don't move! Hands where we can see 'em!
JANKO: Police! Police!
Hands where I can see them!
Don't move!
Well, I don't suppose this is yours.
(CONTINUES BARKING)
Turn around. Hands behind your back.
I told you he was a good boy.
This dog's not going anywhere.
Good boy. (BARKING)
We really need to know where your friend is.
He's not friend to me.
He's just man on other side of wall.
Well, you were very protective of the man on the other side of the wall when we were here the other day.
Because you bang on doors like pots and pans.
You also knew that he wasn't home.
What does this mean you are saying?
My partner means... DANNY: What I mean is, what exactly is your relationship with your neighbor? Relationship?
What relationship? I am married woman.
You do not put disrespect on me. BAEZ: No, he doesn't mean anything by it. No disrespect.
I promise, Mrs. Sayeed.
He is wild boar, this man.
Yes, he is just under a lot of pressure right now.
Unfortunately, your neighbor has really been pushing his buttons.
Charles is a good person.
So you do know him?
Know him? Yes. Relationship, no.
Oh.
I should not be talking about man on other side of wall.
You speak to husband.
You just said he was a good person.
What makes you so sure?
I have three children.
Sometimes I'm very tired.
He does babysitting.
Well, does husband know man on the other side of the wall is babysitting for you?
You are out of the bounds.
Danny?
We know about what happened to Charles' brother.
Did he ever say anything to you about that?
Very upset.
How upset?
Hate police. Want revenge.
You have any reason to believe that Charles is dangerous?
I pray each night he is not.
You think that's bad?
I was the first on a crime scene where the power had gone out in the building.
I was scoping around with my flashlight, and...
I felt a very weird squish under my foot.
What kind of squish?
The kind that your foot makes when it steps on an eyeball.
(CHUCKLING) Oh, my God!
Gnarly!
NICKY: Ugh! Wait, did you actually step on an eyeball?
Yeah.
Ugh! Welcome back, kiddo.
Hey...
Did you miss us?
Can we stop? (CHUCKLING)
Stop what?
This. This endless accounting of all the horrible, awful things that go on in the world.
HENRY: Endless?
Come on.
(SIGHS) It just seems like this is all we do at family dinners.
Pass the potatoes and bad karma.
And how exactly is it that we're passing bad karma?
I don't know, Danny. I guess I'm just not in the mood to hear about your double homicide in Harlem, or the 11-year-old that Jamie collared, or the eyeball that Eddie stepped on...
...the latest credible thr*at from !sis that you received from Washington, and I'm sure you don't want to hear about the four-year-old with cigarette burns up and down her back like tic-tac-toe, and her mother, who swears she just doesn't know how they got there.
(SIGHS)
I just...
Hey.
Everyone here's been in your shoes.
You wearing my heels again?
Sorry, it's just a long week. I'm fine.
Or you will be. It's okay.
JANKO: Most days I come home from work a blubbering mess.
I don't even bother to wear mascara anymore. (PHONE RINGING)
I don't either.
(MILD CHUCKLING)
Sorry, I got to go.
My armed robbery vic.
With no arms, one eyeball and, uh, measles.
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
Reagan.
Is policeman who bangs on doors like pots and pans, no?
(CHUCKLING): Oh, it's you.
I have very big problem.
I need very much help.
(CHUCKLING): Oh, now you need my help.
Okay, what's the problem?
I just get very bad text from man on other side of wall.
Charles Morrow?
He tell me the policemen come into the building.
He too scared to go into his apartment, so he go into mine.
He what?
MRS. SAYEED: It is bad.
I am at my sister's house with my husband and family.
Husband found out, this is very not good.
Okay, but if you're not home, how did he get into your apartment?
I told you. He babysits.
He knows where spare key.
Okay. Here's what you're gonna do.
You're gonna stay right where you are, and whatever you do, do not go home.
Okay? I'm gonna head over there and see what the hell's going on.
(BANGING DOOR)
Come on, Charles, open the door!
This is your last warning!
You don't open it now, we're coming in!
Hit it.
Let's go! Go, go, go!
Take left! Move it! Let's go!
Move! Move! Move! Bedroom clear!
Kitchen clear!
Clear!
What do you mean, "clear"? Where the hell is he?
Here's nobody here, Detective.
Son of a bitch. He must be on the move.
He must have run out the window. Come on!
Let's go! He's on the run!
Go!
Surprise. Come on.
On your feet.
Too bad you didn't have a peephole camera to record that, huh?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Sometimes I'm out of the bounds.
Let's go.
You're really gonna keep him?
After we collared the purse snatcher, Jamie looked at me and he said, "We are not getting rid of this dog."
Yeah, I didn't say we were keeping him, either.
JANKO: He means at our apartment.
We are keeping him, but not...
But he's gonna live here at the precinct.
Exactly. Which means he's really all of our dog.
One hundred percent.
Yeah, and that means everyone here is gonna be cleaning up after him.
Which means we should all get a vote on what his name is gonna be.
Oh, I hadn't even given thought about what his name was gonna be.
We did.
Jamko.
You got to be kidding me.
(JANKO GASPS, LAUGHS)
I love it. Oh, it's perfect.
Hey. Hey, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(LAUGHS)
My brother was a good person.
I believe that.
You do?
Well, I didn't know him.
I believe you believe that.
He didn't deserve to die.
Let me tell you something I've learned in the couple of decades on the job... and you're young, but you're starting to see for yourself already.
Life is hard.
And it gets harder every time you make a bad choice.
More bad choices you make, the more they stack up.
And let me tell you something, your brother's stack was really high.
And you might think it didn't have to end this way, but it was never gonna be a happy ending.
He came out of the box that way.
Always in trouble.
And you came out different.
But yet here you are, collared for vandalism, graffiti, trespassing.
Am I in a lot of trouble?
Well, that depends.
Depends which stack you're gonna keep piling up.
You have a new stack, which, I got to tell you, is piling up pretty quick.
Or you can go back to your old pile, which is stacked really high.
Good grades and great accomplishments.
I'm sorry.
I actually believe that you are.
So, what happens next?
You go in the system.
As a first-time offender with a good track record, you'll probably get off easy.
After that, it's up to you.
Thank you.
You really want to thank me, you'll lose the word "pig" from your vocabulary.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Everybody have what they need?
If you mean liquids, yes.
You are quick.
He's quick.
The other day, when you said that everything you said was true, that was a lie.
Hey, any lies he tells come from me, and I didn't give him any.
Mr. Mayor, to my knowledge, everything I said is true.
Less than 20% of housing inventory in the suburbs where your cop pals live is considered mid-century modern.
You took it literally and looked it up?
I looked it up.
GARRETT: Yeah, at his request.
Look, I, uh, am very sorry you felt misled.
I was only trying to make a point. Anything else?
Anything else what?
Anything else you want to label me with lying about?
No.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
I can find money for a thousand cops.
Even that's gonna cost me with a dozen other city agencies, especially the FDNY.
It's the best I can do.
Okay.
Okay?
Thank you.
You heard right, right?
A third of what you requested.
Any help will do. I appreciate it.
That's it?
Uh, no threats to resign, or to trash me in the Times?
No.
So if I had said a thousand cops from the top, you would have been agreeable?
I might have been, but you didn't offer one single cop from the top.
Holy hell. Are you really this good?
Is he?
So, the Times?
I sat down with them yesterday.
Before you knew what I'd do?
Well, me tearing down the new mayor wasn't gonna do a lick of good for anybody.
But you said...
I said I could.
Big difference between could and would.
So thank you. Shall we?
I'll show you out.
I'm right behind you.
Mr. Mayor.
One more true thing?
I will only ever come to you in need or in service.
I won't exaggerate the need nor try to service any personal agenda.
You have my word.
So, next hundred days, maybe you want to keep that in mind?
(GRUNTS)
Hi.
Jack? Uh...
Don't worry, I didn't, uh, I didn't hijack dinner.
Nicky is still joining.
I wasn't worried.
I could see you having visions of the two of us as pawns in a bad Parent Trap plot.
Okay, so maybe slightly concerned.
I asked her to run a quick errand for me so that I could, I could just have a second alone with you.
Look, Jack, about the other day, I...
Thank you for saying all of that.
Thank you? You said what I have wanted to say.
What I should have said a long time ago.
I know that I hurt you.
And I could bore you with all of the whys, but we both know that you are a better lawyer than me, and so you would poke a thousand holes into my argument, so let's just cut to my summation.
I am sorry.
Oh, Jack.
But... I had a scare the other day, and it made me look at my life.
And you were all over it.
And the hurt part was just a tiny chapter in the whole story.
NICKY (SIGHS): Okay.
So, it's absolutely pouring out there.
You really needed gum that badly, Dad?
I'm s... Uh, sorry, sweetie.
It, uh, probably could have waited.
NICKY: Now he tells me.
So, what looks good?
This.
This looks good.