MAN: Just to be clear, these are chickens you've brought me, right?
You're not selling exotic birds now?
What do mean, exotic?
They're from Hempstead.
These prices-- I'm expecting maybe a box of talking parrots.
These birds are done talking, Connie, and so are we.
That's the best price in town.
Oh, yeah? Bayhurst is b*ating you by 50 cents a pound.
Yeah, and the pigeons in Central Park are free, but that don't make them a good deal.
(laughs)
Okay, okay, point taken.
Talking parrots. You almost had me there.
Uh, I get you next time.
Yeah, yeah.
Take it easy, Connie.
Thanks, Ralph. See you next week.
Hmm.
(entrance bell tinkles)
Hey, babe. What's doing?
For dinner?
I don't know.
It's 6:00 in the morning.
(grunts)
Sure. Whatever.
Anything but chicken.
Hang on. I got a customer.
¿Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?
You need it now?
6:00 in the morning.
Okay, yeah, let me see what I got.
(sniffles)
(entrance bell tinkles)
Uncle Connie?
Connie, you in back?
CONNIE: That you, Mike?
Mm-hmm.
Put it on my tab.
What tab? Come here.
Oh... (speaking Greek)
Is the grill on?
What? I just got off tour. I'm starving.
Mike, I'm with the accountant.
I-I haven't opened up quite yet.
Why not come back a little later, okay?
No worries. I'll fire up the grill myself.
Mike!
You got to go.
Connie, what is going on with you?
Nothing. I just can't let the accountant keep sitting back there.
So go.
MAN: You heard him.
He's not open.
What the hell's going on here?
I know that look.
You busted?
I'm not flush.
Join the club.
I haven't been flush since the Giants won the Super Bowl.
Not that I recommend gambling as an alternate source of income.
I guess I could get a cheaper apartment.
Or you could get a second job.
Doing what we do every day and not having two nickels to rub together at night--
it's just wrong.
You got that little painting crew, right?
What?
You want to work for me?
'Cause I don't see enough of your mug as it is?
Why not? I know how to paint. I'm even good at it.
All right, fine.
You're lucky I got some work coming up.
Great. When do we start?
End of tour, if you can handle it.
Absolutely.
You know, you really are lucky?
Summer of my first year, I spent my off hours shoveling elephant dung for the circus.
No kidding. Oh, yeah.
It's a rough trade, but I did get to have sex with a lady clown.
Oh.
Okay, I got the breaded breast filets and the marinated drumstick combos.
No, no, I'm not going back to the shop for three capons.
Look, if you want what I got, I...
(angry shouting in diner)
All right, I'll be there in...
Let me call you back.
(g*nshots)
(more g*nshots)
DISPATCHER: 911. What's your emergency?
Yeah. I need to report a sh**ting.
What's your location, sir?
I'm at the Airline Diner. Hurry!
The mayor wants a new recruiting campaign for the department.
He's looking for a multi-platformed, demographically targeted approach that can easily knit with the social networking spaces.
Those were his words?
In his memo, yes.
He's quite fluent in emerging communication streams, actually.
What ever happened to plain English?
Good morning, Baker. Morning.
It evolved, like everything else.
Well, almost everything.
Today's schedule.
I see your first meeting is underway.
I was accosted in the elevator.
BAKER: Very good, sir. We're already hitting our recruiting targets.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
We're barely hitting it, and the mayor's research suggests that we're losing candidates to higher pay and benefits in the suburbs, or a lower cost of living and better perks in the sunnier climates.
What else is feeding this?
He drilled down on the ticket-fixing incidents in the Bronx precincts.
Most of the cops involved had less than seven years on the job, which goes to the other question.
Are we recruiting the best and the brightest?
I know a police officer who used to be a lawyer and went to Harvard.
You also know that you can't fight city hall.
I got a guy in charge of recruitment.
The mayor requested that you meet with his guy.
The mayor's got a guy?
He ran all the media for his election campaign-- Kevin Schmidt.
And how's his plain English? You'll find out at lunch. Can I confirm?
Do I have a choice?
1:00 at Malvino's.
At least we'll eat well.
(sighs)
(garbled radio transmission)
Detectives, we got a situation. Hey. Yeah.
Where's our guy?
Which guy you talking about?
Which do you think? Come on.
The call came over as an officer-involved sh**ting.
Right? This is the right crime scene, isn't it?
Yeah, but there's a problem.
Is that the guy?
No, it's not.
JACKIE: So, what's the problem?
Is there an officer down somewhere?
No. Well, we don't actually know.
Look, are you huffing glue or something?
We got a call of a 10-13.
Where's the police officer?
That's what we don't know, I'm trying to tell you.
All we got is this guy.
Witness says the owner was working the counter when it went down, and he's gone, too.
Okay. So, there was a cop here, and now there's not.
So, what was the 10-13 about?
Somebody trying to screw around with us?
Talk to him, okay?
He called 911.
Says he saw a cop walk in right before the sh**ting.
Then he saw the cop walk out.
So, it's a cop that fled the scene of the crime?
Fantastic. Thank you.
Makes you wonder. I'm talking to Connie five more minutes, that could have been me.
Connie? You talking about the owner of the diner?
Constantine Markos. All right, this Constantine Markos--
it's not the guy that's lying dead on the floor in there?
I know that now, but I thought Connie was the only one in there.
You didn't see anyone else in the diner?
Well, the guy who got sh*t-- he must have come in the front right when I was walking out the back.
The only person I saw going in there was that cop.
All right, what happened next?
Well, he goes in, I'm checking inventory in the back of my truck, then the sh**ting starts, and I dive for cover, and the next thing I see is the cop high-tailing it up the block.
Hold on. You seen the cop running up the block?
Well, not like-like sprinting, but-but walking fast.
Well, was he walking fast, or was he high-tailing it?
You sound a little confused. Maybe he wasn't even a cop. Maybe it was some other uniform, and you just didn't quite get it straight.
I know what a cop looks like, okay?
JACKIE: All right, all right.
It's just, a cop fleeing the scene of the crime?
It doesn't make any sense.
Yeah, unless he did the crime.
Hey, I read the paper.
Not every cop's a saint, you know.
Right. Okay, you get a good look at him?
Well, enough to know that he was a cop.
He's a white guy, pretty tall, dark hair. Okay, what happened to Constantine Markos?
Where'd he go?
Well, I guess he went out the back, but I don't know.
(phone ringing)
Oh.
You mind if I get this?
My wife-- she's going nuts. Go ahead.
Go. All right.
Don't go too far. Listen to this.
Local precincts report no foot patrols assigned in the area.
Nobody's missing anybody.
Who is this cop?
(entrance bell tinkles)
MAN: Detective Curatola, I was hoping our next meeting would be over dinner.
Yeah, only if there's a dead body under the table.
Well, can't blame me for trying.
What do we got?
No ID on this guy. Caught a slug in the neck and one in the arm. Looks like he bled out.
It's a messy sh**ting.
Yup, this guy's packing some serious heat.
Which he used to put two rounds in the wall behind you, about a foot apart.
Huh. Okay, so, this guy is sh**ting here.
Cop comes in, sh**ting there, but they came in separately.
Maybe our cop happened upon a hit.
Well, the register's empty, so maybe it's a stickup gone bad.
Well, doesn't explain why the cop would run.
I mean, we are allowed to sh**t bad guys.
Especially if they sh**t at us.
Maybe our cop was the stickup guy. Possible.
So, let's see. A guy gets dressed up as a cop, comes in to rob a diner, and then there just happens to be a guy sitting here with a nickel-plated .45?
I don't know. I said maybe.
It didn't have to be a customer, though.
Maybe the two of them showed up to rob the place.
Bam, ran into each other.
Trouble here is, none of this explains why the owner of the diner is in the wind.
Can we get an address on this Connie character?
Yeah.
What the hell is this?
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you guys doing? Who are you?
Detectives Reagan and Curatola.
We're investigating a homicide.
Not in there.
We got the job as a burglary in progress.
Alarm went off
20 minutes ago, and the company notified communications. All right.
Looks like your case might be mixed up in our case. Uh...
You two knock on some doors for us?
See if we've got any witnesses?
Sure. We'll start down there.
Great.
(door opening)
Wow. So much for a diner stickup gone bad, huh?
Yeah.
Looks like somebody wanted a lot more than the cash in Connie's register.
Yeah, and if our dead guy is dead, and this just happened, is it our cop? Yeah.
Or maybe there was a third guy.
I mean, somebody tossed this place pretty good.
But what the heck would Connie, the diner guy, have that somebody would want so bad?
Uh, I'm saying a secret moussaka recipe.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?
"Connie, thanks for being there for me""
Seven-pointed shield-- that's Auxiliary Police.
So our cop isn't even a cop?
Apparently not.
Isn't Auxiliary supposed to observe and report? Right.
Where did he get a g*n? I have no idea, but we usually give courtesy shields out to friends and family, right? Mm-hmm.
So maybe Connie and this guy were related somehow.
Maybe Connie and this guy are in business together, and it went south.
Yeah, south, and then straight to hell.
Man. Oh, damn it.
Thought you said you knew what you were doing.
(sighs)
Hey.
You should get some real painting clothes.
Yeah, I'll run by my Dad's place.
There's got to be something in the garage I can grab.
Take a meal anytime soon, Sarge?
Yeah, soon as we finish this section.
Can I ask you something?
sh**t.
Smart kid like you, no family to support, no car payments.
So?
So, how come you can't make ends meet on your salary?
Law degree loan.
Big nut?
Big nut.
Go ahead, say it.
Do I really have to?
If I'm so smart, how come I'm painting fences to help pay off a Harvard law degree?
All ass-backwards, right?
That's not what I was gonna say.
No?
What I was gonna say is, you're still getting too much paint on your brush.
That's why you got all the drips and the glops.
Point taken, Frank, but I'd say that's just the view from the top of the wave.
Tops of the wave?
A summary of the metrics.
And?
Well, put it this way.
Yes, you have a big number of applicants taking the exam.
But this sea bass here, if he could use a pen, could take the exam, too.
You're selling a government job with benefits and a pension.
So is your competition-- the Armed Forces, the other uniformed services in this and every other city.
And this isn't every other city.
It's more expensive to live in, taxes are high, winters are harsh.
But there are ways to counter that, which is the challenge here.
You and I can say, hey, it's the Big Apple, but our target demo is shopping it against Albuquerque or Mineola like it's apples to apples-- pun intended.
And in that comparison, the NYPD is coming up short.
I would disagree.
Let me walk you through.
The call to duty.
It's the same call our Armed Forces recruiters have been implementing with so much success these past ten years: to fight the w*r on terrorism.
Kevin, could we pause for a moment?
What's the first image that pops into people's heads when we talk about the modern call to duty? Stop right there.
What?
If I'm about to see images of the Twin Towers coming down, turn that thing off.
Listen, I can appreciate your concern, Frank, but...
It's more than concern.
The event itself and the continuing thr*at--
they're your biggest asset.
Are you finished?
I will not use 9/11
to sell my department.
JACKIE: I don't know how many more of these Auxiliary cops I can talk to.
DANNY: Ten more precincts to go, partner.
Almost done.
Officers!
We were wondering if you could help us out, if you had a second to spare.
You guys couldn't find a rookie to do your coffee runs?
Excuse me?
Maybe they want some muffins, too.
Hey, forthwith.
Actually, we're investigating a m*rder, not playing Keystone Kops.
(sighs) There was a sh**ting at the Airline Diner.
You know about this?
Yeah, we just...
You just thought you'd act like a schmuck in front of a couple detectives.
Is that it? What can we do for you?
Uh, we're looking for the guy who owns the diner, a Constantine Markos.
We think he has a friend or family member with Auxiliary.
That's a Greek name, right?
Oh, you thinking Jimmy the Greek or Greek Mike?
Greek Mike. Jimmy's been in Pittsburgh for two weeks.
Did you say the sh**t was an Auxiliary?
No, actually we didn't say that.
Well, but that's what you're thinking, right?
'Cause, uh, Greek Mike's kind of a squared away guy.
This Greek Mike-- he's taller, dark hair, younger.
Damn.
That is Greek Mike.
Do you guys all have goofy nicknames?
Clothesline Larry.
I clotheslined a purse snatcher once.
He made the papers.
Oh. Oh, that's good.
Mike's last name is Galatis.
You really think he's your sh**t?
We'll find out when we speak to him.
Thank you. Thanks for your time, Officers.
Down the hall.
All right.
You guys know he's a cop, right?
Yeah. A rent-a-cop.
See, that's the very problem with these guys.
People think they're dealing with the real cops, when a cantaloupe could pass the Auxiliary test.
And you get guys like Clothesline Larry.
But he did get a bad guy though.
Yeah, well, you know, even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while.
(knocking)
Mike Galatis!
(pounding)
Police! Open up!
MIKE: It's open!
Mike?
I'm back here.
All right.
Everything okay in there?
MIKE: I'm unarmed.
The g*n's on the desk.
Let me see your hands.
You find Connie?
I said, put your hands where I can see them, right now.
On your feet and turn around.
You really like the NYPD, huh?
Yeah.
(handcuffs clicking)
Got a funny way of showing it, kid.
I know that I should've come in right away.
You can lament about that in the car.
You have one of these pictures on your wall?
Let's go, fan boy.
(door opens)
Want me to turn the heat up?
You still got your coat on.
Well...
What's got you, Francis?
Mayor's ordered a new marketing campaign.
He's convinced that the department's losing the best and brightest to other cities.
What do they got that we don't?
To hear them tell it, better weather, better quality of life, more money, you name it.
So, what's his fix?
They want to use 9/11
as a sales pitch.
Oh, for...
That's what I said.
The department's roots go back to 1625, not 2001.
Come on, please.
Your grandfather still had Donegal potatoes in his pockets when he joined up.
(chuckles)
Why'd you join up?
Mick cops make cops.
(both laugh)
No, the only member of this family who actually made a choice was Jamie.
And I think he's a little cranky about it these days.
Why is that?
He came by today to borrow some overalls.
He's painting houses with Renzulli on his days off to make his nut.
(sighs)
(people chattering, phone ringing nearby)
Okay, so prints came back on our dead guy, Billy Jackson.
Uh, small-time hood, nothing too crazy.
So, what about this guy? Michael Galatis.
You know, this kid applied for the cops as soon as he was of age?
What happened? Was rejected.
He failed the character investigation.
Why? What did he do?
Two juvie arrests.
He was acquitted of as*ault.
He was convicted of petty larceny.
He stole a six-pack of beer from a bodega.
Sounds like you. Come on, I did a lot worse than that.
This kid was unlucky.
If he had a different investigator, he would have been a cop. Oh.
I figure that to be a catch.
Look at his emergency contact.
Constantine Markos. His uncle.
Thanks.
Oh. And then there's this.
What the hell is going on with this case?
I don't know.
MIKE: Did you guys find Connie?
Your mean your Uncle Connie?
We'll get to him in a minute.
Look, I'm gonna cooperate, but Connie's the only family I got.
You have to tell me if he's okay.
Well, he's definitely well enough to run.
He was scared.
Those guys were gonna k*ll him.
DANNY: Hold on. What do you mean, those guys?
We only know about one guy.
This guy.
That's Billy.
The other guy's name was Joey.
I don't know their last names, but Joey was definitely the one who was in charge.
In charge of what, Mike?
(mutters, sighs)
You could just tell, you know?
Come on. You sh**t Billy... with this g*n?
Yeah, but it was in self-defense.
Where'd you get the g*n?
Connie kept it behind the counter.
I didn't bring it with me.
The second I walked in, Billy pulled his piece, he told me to sit down and shut up.
But Joey was smacking Connie around, and he shoved the g*n in his face.
I mean, when I went for that g*n, Billy was already sh**ting.
That's self-defense, isn't it?
(knocking)
Detective Reagan?
Yeah.
Your family's here.
All right.
I'll be back. JACKIE: Okay.
Hey!
Oh, hey, Dad. Hi, Dad.
Hey. (laughing): What are you doing here?
Yeah, well, we're on our way to Cousin Anthony's birthday party at the Hard Rock, so we thought we'd stop by.
Good. We just got these in.
You guys are the first to have 'em.
Whoa. Whoa!
(laughing)
What do you say?
Thank you! Thank you!
You're very welcome. Thanks.
Come here, you. Let's put that on. Ooh!
Dad? I'm about to make you an official police officer.
Yes? Is he a dirty cop?
Is who a dirty cop?
The one you're sweating in the box.
"Sweating in the box?"
He did not learn that language from me.
Sean, have you been playing those video games again?
No. What? I saw him. He did.
Uh-uh-uh, don't you snitch, and you-- don't fib to your mom.
Get over there. Where, at Tommy's?
Yeah. Let me see that.
I swear, there's no supervision over there.
Yeah. LINDA: Come here.
Come here, right here.
Dad? Yeah?
Is he a dirty cop?
No, he's an Auxiliary cop, son.
He's involved in a sh**ting I'm investigating.
But he's a bad guy, right?
No, he's not a bad guy.
He's... he's lost, and, um, he's in a bit of a jam, and I'm trying to help him find his way out.
Mm. Which I have to get back to.
Okay, Detective?
You tell your Cousin Anthony, happy birthday.
Bye, Dad. I'll see you later.
All right, I will. See you, Dad.
You know how to read a ballistics report, right?
Explain that.
(door opens)
This doesn't make any sense.
No, but there it is.
The g*n you used on Billy and the g*n he used on you came in the same batch of stolen weapons.
Is that a coincidence?
You bring that g*n with you, Mike?
No. I told you...
Come on, you know how this looks to us, Mike, don't you?
I don't care.
I've known Connie my whole life.
He got that g*n for protection.
That's it.
All right, did you know that Connie's house was tossed?
No?
What are they looking for, Mike?
I mean, your uncle still has a VCR, so it's not valuables, right?
Where else would your uncle hide something?
He wouldn't. Come on!
Give us a for-instance.
You want us to believe you, then prove us wrong, all right?
Tell us where yo Uncle Connie would hide something.
Tell us!
He's got a storage locker.
It's just a bunch of stuff for the diner.
I could take you there, you wouldn't even need a warrant; Connie gave me a key.
Good.
Take us there.
DANNY: Which way?
MIKE: Right.
JACKIE: You believe this guy's story?
DANNY: Well, he only knows what his Uncle Connie told him, right?
MIKE: Did you at least put out a Finest Message on Joey?
What's supposed to say, "Wanted for questioning, some white guy that Mike Galatis didn't sh**t in his uncle's restaurant"?
This one. This one?
Yeah.
MIKE: See? I told you.
I don't see anything yet.
But let's take a look.
(pans clattering)
Let's see.
Well.
What do we have here?
You say your uncle got that g*n for protection, huh?
What was he expecting? An army?
FRANK: You didn't hear this from me, but your undercover work with the Sanfinos has got a lot of eyes on you.
Hopefully not the Sanfinos'.
You're on a fast track and it ain't 'cause of your old man.
If anything, it's in spite of me.
Only way I'd have it.
(sighs)
You know, I painted a few houses when I walked a b*at.
Window trim was my specialty.
Freehand, no tape.
If you had it to do over...
Aw, that's not a real place; I'm not going there.
Humor me.
Okay, if I had it to do all over again, I'd still take the test, but I'd rob a bank on my way to get there.
How's that?
Jamie... if you joined the department after Joe d*ed as a way of helping us all heal-- especially me--
if that resonates, you should know that job is done.
I've made my peace with it as much as I can.
Dad, I like the life.
And if Joe's death brought me to it, then so be it.
I never thought I was gonna get rich being a cop.
Even a Harvard graduate could figure that out.
Any more chips?
There's another bag in the cupboard.
Connie is not a g*n runner.
Come on, Mike.
What does that look like to you over there?
It doesn't make any sense.
Maybe somebody's setting him up.
Setting him up?
You know, all my years on the job, that's the first time I ever heard a line so stupid coming from behind a badge.
Doesn't mean it's not true.
All right, well, either way, Connie has a lot of explaining to do.
I know.
What's with the cuffs?
Detective Montero, firearms investigation, meet Auxiliary Officer, Mike Galatis.
He k*lled some creep named Billy Jackson in his uncle's diner.
Oh, yeah? Well, you did the world a favor.
You ever meet his buddy, Joey Sava? Yeah, that's him!
That's the other guy.
All right, settle down.
What do you got on this guy, Sava?
I have truck hijacking in Virginia.
He k*lled the driver and made off with more than just these weapons.
There're 211 still out there.
So, uh, your uncle was in business with these guys?
No. No, Mike seems to think there's some other explanation, don't you?
You want to find Connie?
Me, too.
Mike, where would you look?
He had this thing with a waitress.
Maureen something.
I dropped him off at her place once. Great.
Do you remember where that is?
It's around 14th Street.
I could probably find it again.
Okay, let's take another ride.
Hey.
Kevin.
Oh...
Not trying to avoid me, are you?
Not at all. Come on.
He never gave me a chance.
He had his mind made up before he even sat down.
Not true.
There's no fault here, only difference of opinion.
Garrett, I am open to direction, but I cannot work in a vacuum.
You won't be, Kevin; I know him.
He'll come back to you with direction, but not until he's certain of where he's pointing you.
And then what? It's his way or the highway?
Only when he's convinced he's right.
Which is how often?
When I quit tracking that, I could finally quit smoking.
Have a good night.
Listen, Garrett, we're doing this campaign with the commissioner's input or without.
If he wants to be heard, he should start talking.
I'll be in touch.
DANNY: Kid, I'm starting to think you got us on a wild-goose chase here.
What are we doing? I think we're close.
You "think we're close," you said that ten blocks ago.
See that check-cashing place?
Yeah.
A few years back, some guys held it up, k*lled a couple customers for no reason.
When they came out, they ran right into two Auxiliary.
I remember that, the perps thought the, uh, they were real cops.
sh*t them both.
They never had a chance. Yeah.
You know those guys or something?
No. I wasn't on back then, but I almost got assigned to this precinct.
(phone beeps) Just gets you thinking, you know?
We just got a text; Connie just used his credit card at a liquor store a couple blocks away.
Great.
Let's go get him.
Constantine Markos, police.
Get your hands up front, sir, where I can see them.
Is there a problem?
You could say that. Come on.
You know, someone in there has been worried about you.
Michael!
Don't worry, Connie, everything's gonna be fine.
These are good detectives.
You keep your mouth shut, understand? Come on.
No. Listen, we need to clear this up.
Tell them what happened.
Connie, they found all these g*ns. Hey, hey...
They're looking at me for m*rder. Get inside!
Let's go.
I want a lawyer.
You'll get a lawyer.
Follow us back to the squad.
JACKIE: You know this guy?
No.
We've got a witness that says he's seen you two talking.
Was that a question, Detective?
Signome. It's fine.
If you mean Michael, he's obviously confused.
Do you have a crime you'd like to talk about, Detective?
How about 25 illegal firearms I found in your client's storage locker?
My client is not the only one with access to that locker, as you well know.
Those g*ns are not his.
So, Connie, are you saying they're Michael's?
I'm not saying anything.
Well, I think you should be saying something.
See, we found a dead guy in your diner, and you happened to run away.
It wasn't me who made him dead.
I ran because I was scared his friends would come for me.
Who? What friends?
I don't know; they all have friends.
Joey Sava?
Connie, listen, if you tell us where he is, it's gonna be a lot easier on you and on Michael.
My client is under no obligation to help you, detective.
And as far as his nephew...
The boy made his own bed.
What the hell is he doing?
What does it look like he's doing?
He's saving his own ass.
By pinning this on me?
Yeah, well, that's how it works, kid.
Oh, son of a bitch.
This... This isn't happening.
I was trying to help him.
And now he's helping himself.
So you got a choice.
You can do the right thing and you can help us now.
He practically raised me.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
Come on, let's go for a walk.
Come on.
I know how bad you wanted to be a cop.
And I'm sorry that it didn't work out for you.
But you got a second chance here.
You can stop feeling sorry for yourself, and you could think about what it is you can do to help us.
Think about all the things you've seen your Uncle Connie do, and all the times you gave him the benefit of the doubt.
You can put yourself behind a gold shield, and you can think about it the way a cop would.
We got to get Joey Sava off the streets, and you giving us Connie is the only way we can do it.
Nobody said the job was easy.
What is this?
Connie's last chance.
Connie, you give us Joe Sava, the D.A. will go easy on you.
As I was telling your partner, you have nothing on my client.
Actually, we do.
Bring him in.
Michael, this isn't a game.
Not another word.
Think about what you're doing.
What am I doing, Connie?
You're trying to bury me.
I'm telling the truth.
That box with the g*ns in it was in the diner one morning, nailed shut.
Connie told me to stick it in storage, so I did.
Which proves nothing.
It's just your word against his.
(sighs)
It's not just mine.
Remember, Connie?
That box weighed a ton.
Ralph, your chicken guy, had to help me put it in the car.
He asked you what was in it, you told him it was cast iron skillets.
That's corroboration.
That puts the weapons in his sole possession.
What did I ever do to you except take care of you, huh?
I treated you like a son.
Connie. What were you thinking?
If I wanted help from a real cop, I would have called one.
I'm sorry, Connie.
I won't bother you again.
Now, unless you want to spend the rest of your life in Sing Sing slinging eggs, you're going to give us Joey Sava.
(short siren blast)
ESU CAPTAIN: Reagan.
You must be that bad feeling I woke up with this morning.
It's funny, Cap, you know, I get that a lot.
All right, listen up, we're looking for one Joe Sava.
He did ten years for manslaughter.
He's got outstanding warrants for felony as*ault and menacing.
This guy is no joke, so let's keep it tight. I need two of you around back, two of you around front.
Whose vehicle is this? My car.
All right, you, anything goes down, that's the hospital car.
You got it? Yes.
Good. No knock?
No knock, third floor. All right.
Let's hit it.
♪ ♪
Police! Get down!
Down on the ground!
Down on the ground now!
Hands behind your head! Don't move, don't move!
Joey!
Hey!
Reagan!
Joey!
Joey Sava!
Hey!
Hold it!
Hey!
Joey Sava!
Police! Don't move!
(g*nshots)
(g*nshots)
Hold it!
(grunts)
Joey!
(g*nsh*t)
(g*n clicking)
Drop it!
Get on your knees. Don't even think about it.
On your knees!
What are you gonna do? What am I gonna do?
(Sava groans)
That's what I'm gonna do.
Jackass.
(sighs)
Hey, that's a nice look for you, kid, no handcuffs.
Yeah, grand jury cleared me.
Figured they would.
Not without your testimony.
Hey, I told them what happened.
Don't get all sentimental about it, all right?
Yeah, a different detective could have gone either way.
You got lucky this time; maybe you'll get lucky next time.
When you taking the cop test again?
(chuckles)
You knew I would, huh?
Yeah-- well, I'll tell you what--
find out who your investigator is, give me a call.
I got a few connections in the department.
(car door shuts)
Guy's bedroom was like a shrine to the NYPD, except he had a picture of you where you're supposed to have a poster of the rock star or the quarterback.
Or SpongeBob.
Granddad SquarePants.
(laughter) NICKY: Come on, boys, let's go make that on Photoshop.
Sounds like this guy was really obsessed.
If you want something bad enough and you can't have it, then you try your damnedest to get near it.
DANNY: Well, I'm not going to judge the guy.
Who knows where I'd be if I failed the test?
You'd be laying bricks and drinking too much beer.
DANNY: Those weren't my only two choices in life, you know. No, you're right, there was installing car stereos, along with selling aluminum siding in New Jersey, along with drinking too much beer.
(laughter)
DANNY: All right.
You think that's funny?
What about you guys?
Ladies' better shoes.
Staying in the Marines.
And you?
Oh, we already know about you.
I'd be helping bad guys go free, driving a Beemer, and dreading every morning. Hmm.
Or you could've been an ADA.
I love waking up for work every morning.
All due respect, sis, but cops are cooler.
Hear, hear. With all due respect, career choices based on a cool factor is for 15-year-olds.
Thank you. FRANK: Oh.
Yeah, is that why you took a job as a cocktail waitress at the Roxy--
because that job commanded such respect? (laughs)
HENRY: I thought you used to work at a roller-skating rink.
It was a roller- skating rink.
LINDA: Yeah, in the '70s when you were in, like, grade school.
I did have roller skates on.
(others laughing)
No way you didn't know Erin was a cocktail waitress.
Why would you think that?
You're my dad.
(chuckles)
I knew.
Sometimes one chooses to let things slide.
And I didn't become a cop because of Joe or for the money obviously.
Why did you?
Growing up, it always seemed that what you guys made was never the reason you did what you did.
It was the work itself, the stories you got into the middle of, the adventures, the comedies, the tragedies.
FRANK: The adventures, the comedies, the tragedies.
Going to work every day with the feeling anything could happen, and you'd be in the middle of it, making a difference.
And being part of a brotherhood that spans almost 300 years.
I know that's not the Big Idea, and I don't pretend to have it, but it seems to me... that the personal stories should be the heart and soul of it.
Anything there you can work with?
(exhales)
I don't suppose I could just turn the camera on the commissioner?
Not a chance.