I just thought you might care I have homework, that's all.
I have all the confidence in the world that you will finish it between now and then.
Right.
Help yourself, by all means.
Hi, Pop.
Hi.
HENRY: Oh, um... two orchestra seats to the Met's Don Giovanni, as promised. Thank you.
I hope it wasn't too much trouble.
No, not at all.
Stage manager's an old friend of mine.
Sure you wouldn't want to scalp those?
'Cause we'd completely understand if you did.
I'm sorry, but it's like you're trying to brainwash me not to want to be a cop.
Oh, yeah, dragging you to museums, to the opera, concerts... I should be arrested for child abuse.
What do you think?
Should kids be force-fed ancient culture?
Only in the case of Sinatra's music and Billy Wilder's films.
Thank you.
Not helping.
She knows that I'm joking.
Though you may be the only parent ever in history to push their kid into the arts.
Yeah, as opposed to dodging b*ll*ts for the rest of her life?
You are simplifying this family's decades of public service for dramatic effect, right?
Just to be clear...
There's my girls.
Francis, Police Sports League meeting tomorrow... don't make me show up empty-handed.
Check's on the hall table.
Expecting many teams this year?
Just fantastic. Best field yet.
Thanks to you.
Even if I do say so myself.
I'm more than just... a great cook, you know.
(sighs)
Roast looks perfect.
HENRY: Mmm! Mmm!
(knocking on door)
Hey.
I was beginning to think you stood me up.
I'm glad you didn't.
MAN: I... was a little nervous.
(clears throat)
Would you mind turning around?
No problem.
But if you need a hand, I can be a real good little helper.
Mm. So, what do you think?
Let me show you how helpful I can be.
(panting)
S-Stop... talking, please.
No!
(screaming): No!
(sudden puncture, squish)
(screams): No!
No...!
DESK CLERK: Yeah, I mean,
I... I've seen her before, but I never caught her name or... her real name.
Oh, so hookers are a regular part of the clientele here?
Hey, I don't pick who rents a room here.
I'm not the police.
Well, you could've fooled me.
So let's get this straight.
Nobody reported anything.
No guests said that anything happened out of the ordinary last night.
No. No. They never do.
I mean, I saw some towels that must've fallen off a housekeeping cart, but...
Towels? Yeah.
You stick around.
DAN: Great news... our only witness is a towel.
JACKIE: Great.
And she's a Jane Doe; no I.D.
Either she travels light, or the guy that k*lled her took it as a trophy.
What am I smelling here?
It's disinfectant. He scrubbed her clean.
So no DNA, huh? Well, it wouldn't have mattered.
There's no evidence of a sexual encounter.
What are we thinking, this guy hires a hooker to k*ll her and then give her a bath?
Yeah, maybe he wanted an audience while he took care of himself.
What's with the puncture wound?
Well, a tox screen will tell us what's in her system.
Nothing good.
All right, he scoured her; scour this room.
Find something.
You can call these your cuts to the bone, but they still fall short of the mayor's cost- reduction targets.
Of course they do, Garrett.
He brags we're on track for record lows in violent crime.
How can I do that with fewer resources?
The answer to that is... the spirit of shared sacrifice.
That's not an answer; that's P.R. boiler plate.
No, that's the phrase that you're gonna preface every sentence with for the foreseeable future.
"In the spirit of shared sacrifice, with some reductions
"in training and support, the next class of cadets can be full strength."
So we keep our numbers high by sacrificing their training... that's ass-backwards.
"In the spirit of shared sacrifice, "we should consider outsourcing one of the civilian divisions, traffic enforcement, school safety..."
Hey, I got a good shared sacrifice... how about we outsource
911 to Bangalore?
All right, Frank, you don't have to be sarcastic Sir.
And how are you gonna make my day worse, Baker?
You have a request for a meeting from Sandy Klemmer of the United Patrolmen's Association.
Let's put off the UPA for now.
No can do, Frank.
He'll go right to the press saying you won't deal with the union.
(sighs)
And what's your share of the sacrifice, Garrett, besides loyalty?
Dignity.
I'll tell them we'll let them know.
Hey, any luck finding our Jane Doe's prints in the system?
Nope. I mean, she had no priors.
She's either new to the game, or she's lucky.
Until she was unlucky.
I mean, the only prints that match is on the TV remote control, so maybe she was watching Jersey Shore, waiting for her john.
Yeah, or maybe he had her watch some smut before he k*lled her.
Either way it's sad.
Or maybe it was neither.
Look at this, Jack.
Hotel records show she accessed the Internet from her room.
She used the TV to log in to her e-mail account.
So her last words were in cyberspace?
Yeah. Let's find out what they were.
NICKY: This place isn't cold and impersonal at all.
No, I have no doubt I'll fall right in love with Expressionist art.
Nicky, please.
Okay, this does it.
I should definitely become a cop.
What? Why?
Artists are obviously seriously disturbed people.
Grandpa's gonna need all the help he can get to take care of the EDP calls coming in from these guys.
EDP?
Emotionally Disturbed Person.
Yeah, I know what I means; I just can't believe you do.
NICKY: I mean, this has to be a cry for help.
MAN: It was... actually.
I don't mean to intrude, but... that's a very insightful observation.
Really?
The artist was suffering from depression at the time.
This period of her work is fraught with darkness.
It's reflected in the media she chose, the colors, even the abandoned looseness of the brush strokes, as if... it didn't matter where they landed.
Uh, and that one.
Mm. She knew she was in trouble, but... she refused to get help.
She was afraid if she got better, it would ruin her work.
And then something she never expected to happen happened.
What?
She fell in love.
Which, to be fair, brought with it its own set of torments.
But... if Patrick hadn't come along and given her the courage to accept help...
I don't know what might have happened.
How do you know all this?
It's all written on this little card.
Oh...
I met Holly the artist when I was evaluating some of her early work for one of my clients.
I spent a lot of time at her studio in Red Hook.
Uh, I could... I could take you there sometime.
Uh...
Jacob Krystal.
Erin Reagan.
Hi.
Nicky.
Nice to meet you both.
Concessions there.
The Police Sports League table across the way.
Will you be providing signage?
You'll have it tomorrow.
Now, reserve this section for deep pockets.
Maybe if they're next to the cheerleaders, it'll put them in a giving spirit.
(laughs)
Oh, and make sure that the diamond's squared away, okay?
Okay, you got it.
Okay. Thanks.
Henry.
You're still bossing people around?
Well, I have to leave the house to get anybody to listen to me.
How are you, Rick? Good.
Almost makes me miss the days I had you down the hall as deputy chief.
Well, you were the P.C.-- they paid me to listen to you.
Not enough, I might add.
How come I haven't seen you at any of the league events lately?
I had to back off on the good deeds.
I went back to work.
What, they're rehiring washed-up cops?
Where do I stand in line?
Oh, you're not busy enough with the league, other charities, all that quality time with your family?
Oh, yeah, it's great.
Yeah, I know, I know. Listen... the outfit is called Ajax Incorporated.
Private security consultants.
And the people who run it value experience.
I'm not really looking.
Just drop on by.
Here you go.
Take it easy.
DANNY: Come on, come on, come on, hurry up!
Okay, hold on, just one more minute here.
All right, tell me the truth... you hack into your girlfriend's e-mails when she's not looking, and she has no idea.
Uh, I don't... I don't have a girlfriend.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, uh, here we are.
Your Jane Doe's log-in name is Bella-Ball, and her real name is Stacy Fryman.
Looks like she liked to cook.
She subscribed to a bunch of different cooking Web sites here...
Yeah, a regular aspiring chef.
Chicken scaparella, baked spaghetti, mango-pepper marinade.
You know, you might want to jot some of these recipes down.
Seriously. Single guys love a girl that can cook, you know.
I use my oven as a dresser.
Look at that.
$600 for a pair of shoes.
Brian Atwood shoes.
Don't judge what you can't understand.
Hey, hey, here's something right here.
She did a money transfer to a Web site called Kiss-The-Apple.com, for a ad.
All right, let's see it.
Okay, here she is. All right.
This is where her johns found her.
We gotta dump this cell phone and see who she spoke to.
Hey, Sarge.
Hey. M.E.'s preliminary report is in.
Puncture wound on the neck delivered an opioid called etorphine into your victim's system.
It knocked her out. Then she was smothered.
That's a pretty specific M.O.
That's what I thought, so I queried VICAP.
Two months ago, Emily Parker, a hooker from Garden City, d*ed the same way.
Last month, Aly Garcia in Jersey.
Son of a bitch is on a roll.
I met Stacy here after she saw one of our flyers.
She started volunteering and helped us reap and sow our vegetables.
Right, and then she left here, and went and did a different kind of hoe-ing?
She said it was good money.
She was saving up for culinary school.
Right, so that makes it okay?
I didn't say that.
I'm guessing she didn't tell you that she was an escort?
Well, it's not the kind of thing you tell a guy you just started dating.
Mm-hmm.
I was on her computer making a new flyer, and she hadn't logged out of this website, Kiss-The-Apple?
So what? You saw the ad, and you thought what?
I'm gonna talk to her about it? I forgave her?
I'm gonna tell her my feelings?
Or did I k*ll her? Is that what you're getting at?
Yeah, did you k*ll her? No, I didn't k*ll her.
This was Emily with her brother.
Long time ago.
Must still be difficult for you to talk about it.
I lost my daughter long before she was m*rder*d, Detective.
But the Lord helped me make peace with that.
So, thank you for your concern.
You can ask me whatever you like.
Of course.
Um, well, we're thinking your daughter may be the first victim in a series.
A series?
Yes, ma'am. How many?
Three that we know of.
Oh.
The last just happened.
What those families must be going through.
(Danny clears his throat)
Do you mind if sit down?
Please.
Ms. Parker, sometimes the first victim... it's very important, um, because it may have been someone she knows.
There may be a connection.
Mm, my daughter knew a lot of people.
All you had to do was pay her.
I know that sounds harsh, but it was very difficult, learning what she had been doing.
Understandable.
I raised my daughter to believe in God.
I raised her to have values.
Did your daughter ever mention anyone acting unusual?
Anything in particular she might have said to you to...?
Mm, no, she hadn't talked to me in months.
No, when the police told me what happened, I wasn't even surprised.
Imagine that.
Getting the news that any parent would fear, and only being surprised that it hadn't happened sooner.
Thank you.
The Mangan deposition's been pushed to 5:00, and the Slattery meeting is set for early next week.
Okay, great.
Oh, um, and this came for you.
Uh, it has been scanned.
It's not a b*mb.
From?
From... uh...
Jacob.
"The artist wanted Nicky to have this
"as a reminder to be open
"to new possibilities.
While she's thinking that over, have dinner with..."
Oh.
Well, if you won't have dinner with him, I will.
JACKIE: The victim in Long Island and the one in Jersey... they both had ads up on the same Web site.
You got anything from the families?
Nope. These girls didn't exactly come home bragging about the new friends they'd met, if they even came home at all.
Girl from New Jersey's family kept tabs on her by checking on her ad.
That's how they knew she was alive?
Yeah. God.
All right, we got the, uh, phone records in here.
There's no overlapping incoming numbers.
No. This k*ller was smart.
He used his cell phone once, and then ditched it.
What about the aspiring chef's boyfriend?
He story check out?
Yeah, he has a strong alibi.
Seems he really loves her, call girl and all.
Well, I guess there's someone out there for everyone.
Yeah, yeah. Guess so.
(Jackie sighs)
DANNY: Don't say it.
I already know.
We got nothing.
No, I wasn't gonna say that.
These girls resemble anyone you know?
(sighs)
Commissioner, Mr. Klemmer from the U.P.A.
You're 15 minutes late.
The highway's jammed.
So we have 15 minutes left.
So, let's get to it.
Here's what I've told Collective Bargaining is off the table: pension, benefits, overtime, vacation, and any attempt at outsourcing.
And what's on the table?
A wage freeze for the next fiscal year.
One year.
That's it?
I'm not gonna let the city balance its books on the backs of my men.
Your men?
As the elected president of the United Patrolmen's Asso...
Your men?
Frank, stand with me, and I'll stand with you.
Or what?
Or what?!
Come on, Commissioner, you know the drill.
(sighs)
What drill is that, Sandy?
The one where the union asks for the whole store just to get a ham sandwich?
The city pushes back hard... we're talking demonstrations, town hall meetings, and who knows.
Maybe even an outbreak of the Blue Flu.
(sighs)
You're threatening me with a sickout?
I'm not threatening you, Frank.
We're on the same side.
I'm just telling you like it is.
(sighs)
Thanks for stopping by.
(door opens)
(sighs)
(Henry chuckles)
Can you guys manage to get any work done around here?
Quite a bit.
It's an honor to meet you, Commissioner.
It's been quite a few years since I've been the commissioner.
Well, you helped turn this city around.
People haven't forgotten.
Has Rick here filled you in on what we do?
Some.
Enough to reel him in from Brooklyn.
R train. No problem.
He rode it every day when he was P.C.
Boots on the ground... there's no substitute.
Rick tells me you might be open to a consulting position.
Consulting with whom about what?
We have commercial clients we provide security services for.
Uh, employee vetting, anti-shrinkage, corporate counterespionage.
We're training police forces in three Caribbean countries and Eastern Europe.
And, uh, with the recession here at home, there are opportunities to help local departments with some of their... nonessential functions.
I'm not sure there are any nonessential functions...
21st century policing, Henry.
Well, maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm kind of a 20th century guy.
With four decades' experience and a wealth of connections.
We know all about you.
If there's anything else you want to know about us... just ask.
I do not see what the problem is here.
Running a decoy's our best option.
Not using you as the bait, Jackie.
Look, look at those girls, look at me... he has a type.
I'm his type. I'm a serial k*ller's type.
We're not talking about a dating site, Jackie.
We're talking about a guy who's k*lled three women!
Lighten up, Reagan; I was kidding.
All right, listen, she has worked vice, Reagan.
Come on, Sarge. Look, with all due respect, busting creeps from Queens while they're chasing quickies is a little bit different than what we're talking about here.
Jackie, someone else can do this... you don't have to do it.
I know I don't have to do this; I want to do this.
Why?
Because they're just girls trying to find their way.
And what? They made some mistakes.
"Some mistakes." I'd say that's putting it mildly, Jackie.
You know what, Reagan?
Not everybody grows up in a great house in Bay Ridge with a loving family to fall back on.
What does that mean?
No, seriously, what the hell does that mean?
Look, I was in high school.
I was a... I was a screwup.
I was fighting with my mom, fighting with everyone around me, skipping school, and I decided I don't need this, I'm out of here.
And I went, I took off, I ran off to Boston.
And when I returned home, the locks were changed, and I was out on my own.
But somehow, I made it here.
It takes one mistake to change your life.
(sighs)
Let's hope this mistake doesn't change our lives, okay?
I want two detectives backing us up.
I want TARU to wire that entire hotel, and you do not leave my sight for one second.
Okay.
All right, you got authorization to run for a month.
Thank you.
Let's see the picture.
Say hello to Michelle.
Tell me I can't do it.
I didn't say you couldn't do it.
I said you shouldn't do it.
Since I know he won't do it himself, I just want to take a sec to toast Pop on his new job.
Wait... how come I don't know about this?
At least I'm not the only one.
Yeah, Pop, you want to tell us something?
There's nothing to announce.
I'm just considering.
What are you considering, Grandpa?
There's a private security firm called Ajax that have been stocking their pond with old farts from the NYPD.
I met with them.
Can you still cook Sunday dinner?
(laughter)
Of course I can.
That's wonderful news, Henry, they're lucky to have you.
Well, we'll see.
So, Nicky, how did you like the opera?
More than I thought I would... a lot more than Expressionist art, I can tell you that.
It's about exposure, not judgment.
You just liked it 'cause you got exposed to that cute guy.
DANNY: Oh, hey, hold on, whoa. That's enough, Nicky.
LINDA: Not enough for me, come on.
He was a nice guy who was trying to explain the artistic process to a certain obtuse niece of yours, and that's the end of the story.
(all murmuring)
So I understand that you are slammed with the unions.
Yeah, the last time Sandy Klemmer wore a uniform was Cub Scouts.
(chuckling): Oh, easy, Francis.
Well, he won't budge on anything, Pop, and our side's getting pressured to farm out nonessential duties.
Guys at the precinct are talking about cutbacks.
Is that last hired, first fired?
I don't think you got to worry about losing your job, kid.
The last thing either side wants is another lawyer running the streets.
Hey.
I'm just saying...
What... you're just saying...?
That I'm just saying.
So they really thinking about laying people off?
What's wrong?
I figured you'd like having me around the house more.
I could finally get to that storm window you've been wanting me to fix.
Danny.
I'm just playing.
Come on, this happens all the time.
Budget issue comes up, everyone panics, it all turns out to be no big deal.
Yeah, the bigger deal is, you're letting Jackie act as bait in this little sting operation of yours.
Hold on.
First of all, it's not my sting operation.
Second of all, I don't want Jackie to be the bait.
Oh, it's okay for Jamie to go undercover with an organized crime family, but if the female detective... that would be...
Did I say that?
Yeah, you said something...
Who said what?
Jackie's going undercover, and Linda suddenly thinks she's Gloria Steinem, I guess.
Listen, Jackie can handle herself... that's all I'm saying.
I didn't say she couldn't.
JACKIE: Knock-knock-knock.
Wow, family of cops leaving their door open.
Hey, speak of the devil.
Yes, that's me.
You ready? Wow.
Hey, Jackie.
Yeah, hi.
I'll get my stuff.
Great.
So let me guess, the Great Defender is worried.
Yeah, what do you think?
Yeah. Hey, good luck out there.
This undercover thing I'm doing... it's scary.
I'm always worried I'm gonna slip up and, uh, act like the real me.
Right, well, maybe the real you is a little less criminal than the real me.
No, I'm, I'm gonna be fine, thank you.
There's cops all around, there's sound, video.
It'll be fine, thanks.
Good. All right.
So you, uh, wearing the appropriate outfit?
Oh, yeah, well, there you go.
Nice. Yeah.
Yeah, the calls just came flooding right in as soon as her ad went up.
Right, I guess I take that as a compliment.
All right, I'll wait outside.
Hey, you, eyes up.
Love you, love you.
Love you more. Love you most.
Let's see her.
(wolf whistles)
Cut it out, Reagan.
What're you doing?
Sorry, Jack.
All right, video is clear in here.
Let's test your mic.
(blows)
(feedback whines)
(laughs)
All right, you two in the other room, your monitors up?
DETECTIVE: All good... we see the room and the hall.
Great.
Turn off the phones, remember.
And, uh, this is my emergency signal, by the way.
That's brilliant, Jack, except it's not going to get that far.
The minute that creep comes in and says sex for money, we're gonna bust in there, bust him, and search him for hypodermics.
You got it?
Meanwhile, where am I putting this with this outfit?
Listen to me, just because this guy is not into women sexually does not mean he's not going to get close to you.
You understand? Got it.
No, you stay alert.
Got it, Reagan, relax.
Is that a john?
All right, incoming, come on.
(knocking on door)
Hi.
You'll do.
Klemmer's on the radio.
Want to have a listen?
What's he talking about?
Two guesses.
Respectfully?
Rhetorically.
Call-in show?
Yeah, WNYC.
Got the number?
Don't kid a kidder.
Frank, that's not a good idea.
Then why bring it up?
There's no profit in escalating this until we get a firm agenda as to concessions.
Okay.
Baker, call Klemmer's office and arrange a meeting right away.
(sighs)
Another night of sleaze and desperation.
Ugh, doused with too much cologne.
What, do you people bathe in it?
Well, you know, Jack, you wanted to spend your nights with the lowlifes, and this is what happens.
You don't get to see the best the male species has to offer.
Yeah, what else is new?
All right, we got a customer... who looks a little familiar.
Zoom in on that.
JACKIE: Familiar how?
Oh, hold on.
Okay, Jackie, it's Congressman Albom.
Get out of here. The family values guy?
Yes, yes, yes, the guy who was campaigning with his wife and daughters by his side.
Listen to me.
We got to make this quick and painless, okay?
You get him in, he propositions, we frisk him, and we send him on his way.
Come on. No, come on nothing, Jackie, we're not here to collar a politician, okay?
If we do, it's front page news and this whole sting goes out the window.
(groans) This is one guy we should collar.
Not if he's not the k*ller, okay?
We're not here to bust some perverted congressman.
If he's not the serial k*ller, we get him in and we get him out.
Okay.
Hello.
Whoa.
You certainly don't disappoint.
(sniffs)
(both chuckle)
Tough day at the office?
I don't need the small talk, if you don't mind.
This is nice.
Is it silk?
What are you playing at, Jackie?
You are handsome.
Really handsome.
You should be on TV.
You are on TV.
(gasps)
That's right, I knew I recognized you.
Right? Jackie, st...
Y-You're that, um, the, uh, the, uh, oh, oh, the, the car salesman!
Right? Who does those commercials.
Yeah, you got me. Ooh, I am lucky, lucky.
You know what?
I think I've changed my mind.
What?
No, I didn't mean to insult you.
You look more like a movie star, or a president.
How about a president?
Evening, Congressman.
This is not what it looks like.
I'm sure it isn't.
Turn around. Put your arms up in the air, sir.
What?
Put your arms up in the air before we charge you with patronizing a prost*tute.
And you don't want us to release the videos to the press, do you?
No needles.
Go on, get out of here.
Consider this your lucky night.
Say hi to the wife and kids for me.
Will you stop it?
He's a schmuck.
He is.
Well, you are a New York District Attorney, so, yes, I may have certain assumptions.
Okay, well, I can take it.
Uh... well, you're serious, conservative.
You probably take a rather dim, albeit realistic, view of human nature.
Well, if you saw... I wasn't done.
(clearing throat)
I'm sure it doesn't hurt your case closure rate that you're also beautiful, witty, urbane, beautiful...
(laughing): Okay.
Well, obvious flattery aside, it is nice to share a dinner with someone who's not talking about the burglary rate in Bensonhurst or the virtues of a nine-millimeter versus a .38-caliber.
Like every other man in your life?
Yeah.
You're well-dressed, well-read, well-traveled.
I don't think those have ever sounded more like accusations.
No, no, no.
Not at all.
Sandy. Hey.
Thanks for making the time.
And I'm on time.
Thanks for that, too.
Look, if we got off on the wrong foot the other day...
We'll take a mulligan. I'm game if you are.
Atten-hut!
Mr. Klemmer, these are officers from Harbor, Transit, Housing, Mounted, Patrol, Crime Scene, Emergency Service, Aviation, Evidence, and Transportation.
All members of your rank and file.
Take your seats.
I just thought it would be a good idea for you to hear from your men about what to cut and not to cut.
I'm all ears.
Please sit down.
Oh, and by the way... not a single one of them even has the slightest case of sniffles.
So we won't be talking about "blue flu," now or ever.
I hope that was informative.
You hope it was coercive.
Look, neither of us want cuts, but there will be cuts, so let's work together to find which ones cause the least amount of bleeding.
Mm. Well, I'm not giving in to outsourcing.
I'm not asking you to.
Well, a former P.C. who's close to you, has hired on with Ajax, from what I hear.
And they're counting on that to make their offer even more attractive.
Not interested. You have my word.
Okay.
(sighs)
Coming in, Jack.
Okay.
So you my date?
Nah.
The guy's an hour late.
Mm! Rude.
Yeah. Looks like he's a no-show, so I told the guys to shut it down.
Aw...
Yeah.
Look, I, um... I wanted to say sorry for being a pain in the neck.
Huh.
Yeah. Huh!
You know, my kid brother's out working with these Mob guys undercover.
I don't usually sleep too good at night.
Yeah.
I worry about my family and the people I care about.
Which includes you, in case that wasn't obvious.
Thank you.
I guess, as you know, I...
I've just been on my own for so long that...
Look, I need you to have my back; I do.
I just... You don't have to protect me, you know?
There's a difference.
I know.
I've lost a lot of partners for a lot of different reasons, Jack.
I just don't want to lose you.
You're not going to lose me.
You ready?
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Hey...
I'll wait in the car.
(groans)
Uh, Michelle?
Uh, look, I got a headache, okay?
Just take it home.
But... we had a date.
Look, kid, go home.
Get a nice girl in the neighborhood and... and you just... you don't want this, okay?
Hey, hey, hey. Oh...
Look, Jack, I hate to be overbearing and overprotective, but can you hurry your ass up please, and get down here, so I can get home? Thank you.
(sighs)
She's beautiful.
Yeah, she looks even more like Emily than in her pictures.
She does.
It's going to be okay.
We'll take you away from this life of sin.
He'll welcome you back.
You don't need to be frightened.
(weakly): No...
I'm a...
I'm... (smacking)
I'm a cop.
Oh, no. You don't need to lie anymore, my dear.
I'm a cop.
My purse.
Mom...
Hmm?
Hey, can you do me a favor and walk me up to your housekeepers on the 12th floor?
What do you mean they left at 5:00?
They left at 5:00.
I just saw a cart up on the 12th floor.
I don't know what to tell you, man... they left at 5:00.
Oh, you guys typically let your housekeepers leave their carts out at night, so people can just steal soap and towels and what...
Towels...
Dial 911. Dial 911 right now!
Listen to me.
You don't understand. We saved them.
I'm not a prost*tute.
I'm a cop.
There has to be some reason that you're here tonight.
I don't need to be saved, okay?
This is a test, Mother.
He's testing our faith.
Right, right, right.
I don't know!
If we let her go, she will stop us.
We'll go to jail. Don't... No...!
(screaming)
Don't you see?
We have so much more to accomplish!
You know that!
Please, you don't want to sh**t me.
No! DANNY: Come on!
Oh, no! Not my son!
Jackie, Jackie, are you okay?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
You k*lled your own daughter.
You k*lled your own daughter.
Hey, hey, hey. Come here, come here.
(weakly): - Thank you...
I got you.
I got you. I got you.
I got you. It's okay. Hey...
You're all right. You're all right.
Hang on. Hang on, Jack.
(panting anxiously)
This is Detective Reagan.
We need a bus.
We have a 10-13.
(slow, romantic, instrumental swing music playing)
(door shuts)
Evening, Pop.
Francis.
(sighs heavily)
Ah!
Make me one?
Happy to.
Ta.
When does the union get your budget?
On their desk tomorrow morning, along with everyone else's.
You know, the mayor's office sent over some proposals for outsourcing.
Is that so?
Yeah.
Turns out one of them was the company you met with.
Ajax?
That's the one.
I called them today and told them I wasn't interested.
Corporate life's not for me.
Really?
I would have had to spend a fortune on new suits just to walk into that office of theirs.
And the commute... ever been on the R train during the rush hour?
Not if I could help it.
And they way they were going on about how indispensible I would be, blah, blah, blah.
It was embarrassing.
But true.
Don't you start.
And you would have been missed around here.
Thank you, son.