Why do I have to move?
This is a city street!
Because you're obstructing pedestrian traffic.
Now, if you don't move across the street, I'm gonna have to write you up for disorderly conduct.
I am disorderly, and I'm gonna be disorderly until my son's k*ller is found.
Go ahead and look at me!
I'm a mother whose son was k*lled, and these cops around here don't give a good damn!
You.
Hey.
Look at me.
Are you a detective?
Yeah, I'm a detective.
Why?
Well, I want you and all your detective friends to know that I'm gonna stand out here every day until someone listens to me and finds out who k*lled my boy, because I deserve to know who...
Okay.
What's your boy's name, ma'am?
Amir Christopher Brown, and it's been a hundred and for...
146 days.
I can see the sign, ma'am, and I can hear you screaming...
I'll take a look at it.
You'll "take a look"?
What does that even mean, you'll "take a look"?
It means I'll take a look at it.
It better mean you are going to get justice for Amir, because tomorrow is 147 days, and I will still be out here demanding justice for my son!
You gonna hit me?
I didn't call no cops!
Central, 12David, 1084.
Hey.
Hey.
Back up.
Hey!
Back it up!
- Hey, calm down.
Hey, calm down.
- Hey, hey.
- What...
Will you tell me what happened?
- He's a psycho!
Calm down!
Look, calm down!
Get off me, man.
We got this.
- Can you give us a hand with the crowd?
- Yeah, you got it.
Eddie!
Eddie, hey.
All right, everybody just back it up.
Step back.
Step back.
Step back.
Please...
Hey!
You good?
I'm good!
Go, go.
Hey!
Police!
Stop!
Let's cut him off.
Stop!
Hold it right there!
Police!
Hey!
Police!
Stop!
Hey!
Eddie!
Eddie!
You hit?
Where you hit?
Where you hit?
Where you hit?
Didn't go through.
It didn't go through.
It didn't go through.
You're all right.
You're okay.
Hang tight.
He's hit!
Call a bus.
Call a bus!
Hey!
Hey, Dunleevy, hey.
1013.
1013, officer down.
g*nshots fired.
Officer down!
Hey, you all right?
Hey, talk to me.
Dunleevy, stay with me.
Hey, Andrew.
Hey, talk to me.
Hey.
Stay with me, all right, bud?
I remember this case.
Amir Brown...
He was sh*t outside a nightclub in the, Village, right?
Yeah, at 3:00 a.m.
on October 3 outside Bar Sixteen.
Two sh*ts to the chest with a .45caliber.
What the hell are you doing?
You snooping around my case?
Well, I didn't know it was your case anymore.
What are you talking about?
It's been open for 146 days, you haven't cracked it, and we got a mom who's wondering who k*lled her son.
She got to you, too?
Let me tell you something, her son was a dirtbag.
I didn't know we only closed cases on vics we like.
Son of a bitch.
Why don't I take some of your cases, would you like that?
You couldn't, because I, unlike you, close my cases.
- Hey.
- Hey!
You got a real problem, man.
Break it up.
Get your hands off me.
You're a jagoff!
Get off me!
This is our squad!
My case.
Officer Andrew John Dunleevy was sh*t and k*lled at approximately 9:45 a.m.
today without provocation and while performing his duties as a New York City police officer.
He was...
on the job for five years and was...
an exemplary police officer.
Our hearts and prayers and gratitude for his service go out to his widow Stephanie and his...
children, Jason and Anne.
Officer Edit Janko was also hit with g*nf*re.
Her bulletproof vest saved her life.
She is recovering from blunt force trauma in the E.R.
The sh**t...
Malcolm James, 21, of East New York, is in custody at this time.
We'll take questions.
Helen.
Commissioner, what do we know about the reason for the att*ck?
Officers Dunleevy, Miller, Reagan and Janko responded to a 911 call about a domestic disturbance.
Malcolm James, by all accounts, fired first and without warning.
Robert.
Has Malcolm James made a statement?
- Well...
- At this time, we know that the police responded to a 911 call, which resulted in this young man being pursued by our officers.
And in answer to your question, the investigation is ongoing.
Madame Mayor, you're saying police were chasing the subject at the time of the sh**ting?
The suspect was running from the cops?
Perhaps he felt threatened.
We don't know.
And as soon as we ascertain the details...
Then we will issue a joint press release.
But, Madame Mayor, are you saying that Malcolm James fired because he was scared for his life?
Listen, anyone, especially a minority, being chased by police would be afraid for their life.
So did he sh**t at cops...
Hey, let's bring it back.
I don't think I even need to be here.
Hey.
I got sh*t on patrol in the vest once...
it hurt.
Felt like a sledgehammer hit me.
Yeah, there's that.
We got the sh**t.
I can I.D.
him.
He's not going anywhere.
And neither are you until the doctor says so.
Copy?
Copy that, sir.
Good.
And...
you should know one thing.
My partner did everything by the book.
Thank you for that.
And you should know that you can have your pick of assignments after this.
I'm happy exactly where I am.
Okay.
Be well.
Thank you, Commissioner.
Just show me where he is.
Don't tell me where I can and cannot go.
You said you'd look into.
Amir's m*rder?
Look, she said she had an appointment with you.
Sure.
She has an appointment.
Honestly, it's fine.
So?
So, why don't you have a seat.
Please.
This is my partner, Detective Baez.
We were just looking at the circumstances around your son's m*rder.
I can tell you the circumstances.
It's that my son has a record, and we don't live - on the Upper East Side.
- Okay.
Just hold on a minute.
No, you hold on a minute.
A cop was sh*t this morning, and his k*ller was behind bars before lunchtime, because every single cop wanted to catch the guy who k*lled him.
What I want is for you to pretend that my son wore a uniform.
Listen...
Pretend my son was part of your NYPD family.
Listen to me.
I'm already going out on a limb here, okay?
Poking around another detective's case because you asked me to.
And your attitude about cops is making me look like an even bigger ass.
Now, could you just tone it down, please?
Please?
Okay.
Okay.
Why don't we start...
with you telling us whatever you can about your son's m*rder.
Amir was at that club with his best friend, Jordan Robles.
What, yyou're not gonna write this down?
Tell us the story first, please.
They were out celebrating Jordan's birthday.
Jordan said he saw the guy who sh*t Amir.
He even identified him.
He identified him - to police?
- Yes.
To police, who did nothing.
Hey.
Officer Janko, come on, let's blow this joint.
Jamie, hi.
Came to drive you home.
Hi.
Hi.
Jamie, Barry.
Barry, Jamie.
Hi.
- I'm Eddie's...
- Partner.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
She told me all about you.
Good to go?
Yeah.
Barry offered to drive me home.
So thanks anyway, Jamie.
No problem.
So, I'll grab the car, pull up out front?
Great.
- Good meeting you.
- Yeah.
Barry.
Yeah.
I told you about him.
He's, the guy who ghosted me.
Turned out he stopped calling me because II talked about you too much.
- That's that guy.
- Yeah.
He reached back out to me.
And I explained to him that I only talk about you so much 'cause you're, like, my work husband.
I'll just...
I'll see you.
Okay.
We was just having a fight...
and she called the cops.
That's it.
I didn't do nothin' wrong.
Except for k*ll a police officer.
We didn't need no cops there.
Then why did your girlfriend call 911?
She was being dramatic, is all.
Can you explain why you had an illegal w*apon and opened fire on the police officers?
Thank you.
Stop talking.
Don't say another word.
What are you doing?
I am advising my client to stop answering questions.
I'm his defense attorney.
Jack?
What the hell are you doing?
My job.
Your job now is to defend cop K*llers?
Look, Erin, it's an 18B case, and it happens to be my turn.
Very sorry that we can't all be perfect like you.
At least I still have scruples, and didn't sell my soul for money.
Right, because you just sold your soul for a place at family dinner, right?
Because to sit at that table, you have to subscribe to Reagan's law, that all cops are absolutely infallible.
They may not be infallible, Jack, but that father and husband who devoted his life to service did not deserve to be sh*t dead because he responded to a call for help.
Yeah, and the Erin that I knew in college still believed that everybody deserved a defense.
'Cause in case you haven't looked lately, justice still wears a blindfold, Erin.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Jack, as you defend a thug who just left two kids fatherless.
Pat Russo wants a meeting with you.
Why's the PBA getting involved?
'Cause your cops are pissed off, boss.
My inbox is exploding with requests for a response to the mayor's remarks.
How do you want to handle this?
I was wondering when you were gonna chime in.
Something occurred to me today.
You are the only member of this department to have presided over a line of duty death as both the commissioner...
and as a fallen officer's father.
Meaning?
That maybe you should hold off meeting with the mayor, until...
Until I'm calm.
That'll be never.
She's here, isn't she?
I can make an excuse.
Let's have her.
Try to remember this is her first time dealing with a cop sh**ting, Frank.
Maybe you should let her talk instead of you, boss.
Madame Mayor.
Thank you, Baker.
Please.
I know what you're going to say.
- No, you don't.
- I didn't choose my words right.
Part of our job is to choose our words right.
I wasn't going to place blame without a full investigation.
No one asked you to open an investigation.
Other people have that job.
Raising questions is essential at getting at the truth.
You can say I'm biased against cops.
I can say you're biased for them.
I am well aware of an unearned bias against cops.
I am also aware of my bias towards cops, which is very well earned.
Look...
every case, every sh**ting needs to be taken on its own merits.
You didn't do that.
I didn't say Officer Dunleevy was at fault!
You suggested the perp fired because he felt threatened.
I was trying to make sure there was no question of wrongdoing.
And in the process, made cops into the bad guys.
I was simply raising questions.
Do you know where I was when my police officers were getting sh*t?
What does that have to do with anything?
In a meeting about use of force being at a record low.
What am I supposed to do with that, Frank?
Well, I would like you to put on an NYPD uniform and 20 pounds of equipment and a g*n belt and run up six flights of stairs to save a woman who is being beaten by her boyfriend, and then, I would like you to be raked over the coals for your effort.
And then, when you have that frame of reference, maybe we can talk.
You think I should apologize.
I think there are 35,000 cops out there who have taken an oath to service and selfsacrifice, and you called that service into question.
What do you think?
I think I'm sick of this.
Hey, Raines.
Hey.
What do you want?
Look, I know I may have overstepped.
You think?
Okay, I did.
But something doesn't add up here.
Hey, it's your case now.
Not about the case.
About you.
Look, in the last year, there's only one detective in the entire city with more felony collars than me.
And that's you.
Yet you had a positive I.D.
on the sh**t, and you didn't arrest him.
Why?
I did arrest the sh**t.
Corey DaSilva.
Then why the hell is the case still open?
We got a description from Amir's friend.
Brought him to the precinct to get his statement, but one of the uniforms had already picked up DaSilva.
As soon as the witness saw DaSilva at the precinct, he I.D.'d him as the sh**t.
Then why the hell'd you let him go?
Because your sister made me release him.
Why the hell would you release a k*ller?
Good afternoon to you, too.
Can you be more specific?
Corey DaSilva.
That was, that was the Brown case.
The Amir Brown case.
I remember that case.
- Amir's friend I.D.'d the sh**t.
- Yeah, but DaSilva was already in the back seat of the squad car when he was identified as the sh**t.
So what?
So identifying him while he's in the back seat of a police car, already handcuffed, is suggestive.
There's no way I'd get a conviction.
He identified him as the sh**t!
Who the hell cares where it happened?
You still got to arrest the guy and put him before the judge!
Let him decide the technicalities.
To what end, Danny?
You and I both know the detective should've thrown DaSilva in a lineup.
Why don't you just shut up.
No, you shut up!
Hey!
Hey!
Don't tell me to shut up.
I just told you to shut up.
All right, stop it, guys!
Stop it!
You couldn't find any evidence to corroborate?
We got a warrant for his apartment hoping to find the g*n, but it was clean.
It was clean.
So you just walk away!
Nobody walked away!
It's an open case, and it's your detective who screwed it up!
Why don't the two of you take a walk down to the precinct and talk to Amir Brown's mother, who stands outside in the cold every single day just trying to get justice for her dead son.
Hello?
Hey, Eddie, it's me.
- Jamie?
- I texted you.
Come on, let's go get a couple drinks.
- Um, I can't tonight.
- Come on.
We should drink to your health.
Don't leave me hanging.
I'm sorry, Jamie.
Tonight's really not a good night, but can I take a rain check?
All right, sure.
You got it.
I told your assistant it was a nogo.
Yeah, I got the message.
But you haven't heard what I'm proposing yet.
Unless you're proposing that Malcolm James pleads guilty and agrees to life in prison, then it's a nogo.
Listen, I know how you feel about cop K*llers, and I feel the same way.
But I also believe that everyone deserves a fair trial.
He'll get a fair trial, and then he'll get life.
Yeah, well, there may be bigger fish here.
What are you talking about?
The 911 call that brought cops to the location wasn't a domestic disturbance.
It was staged.
What?
Why?
The real reason for the call was to get cops to come to the housing project so that he could sh**t one of them.
For what purpose?
New directive from the Double Treys.
In order to join the g*ng, you have to sh**t a uniformed cop.
That must be the part of the job that sucks the most.
I don't know how he does it.
And I know there's nothing I can say or do that can really help, but...
Thank you.
If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask.
I think you would have been really proud to know my husband.
I'm sure of that.
Yeah.
It was a beautiful eulogy, Francis.
I've had a lot of practice.
Half the guys outside the church turned their back when Mayor Dutton spoke.
It's already all over the news.
And if I didn't have to sit inside beside you, I would've turned my back on the mayor, too.
Back when I wore this uniform, it would've been unthinkable.
Now with where cops stand, not so much.
I didn't sign up to get trashed by the mayor.
She was just pandering to the media.
She spoke out of turn.
I get it.
But I do think she did a good job speaking about Officer Dunleevy today.
Well, you know who I think does a good job?
The people who are victims of crimes but can't find anyone to hear their story.
Like who?
All right, you made your point, Danny.
I'm just saying, it's got to be very frustrating for an everyday person like Janay Brown to see her son get m*rder*d aand nobody will do a damn thing about it.
The charges weren't dropped because she wasn't important enough.
What are we talking about here?
A m*rder about five months ago.
The perp was identified while sitting in the back of a patrol car, so we couldn't move forward.
She's right.
The I.D.
would've gotten thrown out.
Yeah, but you could be damn sure if Janay Brown was aa cop or a friend of the mayor, the case wouldn't be sitting around in a file collecting dust somewhere.
Somebody'd be working it.
What about you?
I am working it.
Well, then she did find someone.
Someone who's like a dog with a bone.
That's good, right?
In a detective, it is.
Hey.
You on dish duty again?
I thought it was Erin's turn.
Yeah.
Lost a bet.
Again?
She must be on a roll.
That or I'm in a slump.
Well, I kind of got that idea at dinner.
It's fine.
Just frustrated is all.
Me, too.
I'm sure Erin is, too.
Well, Erin doesn't have to look a victim's mother in the eyes every day.
I'm pretty sure she has her own version of that.
Fair enough.
It's just I...
keep promising myself I'm not gonna let these cases get to me.
Then a case like this comes along, like this one...
I do the same thing.
Promise myself I'm not gonna get sucked into the politics and all of a sudden I'm in the mud.
Well, I guess it's a sucky week for both of us.
Not when you compare it to your victim...
or my officer.
So let me get this straight.
The sh**ting of Officer Dunleevy was part of a g*ng initiation.
Yeah.
You got to sh**t a cop.
Any cop?
Any cop wearing an NYPD uniform.
And it was necessary to get into the Double Treys?
I swear to God, I just wanted to sh**t him, not k*ll him.
Well, I'm sure Mrs.
Dunleevy will be comforted by that.
He's answered all your questions.
You can put him back in holding.
Thank you.
Malcolm will get m*rder two, 25 years instead of life.
I'll go after Martinez, the leader of the Double Treys, for m*rder one.
Sounds like a plan.
And, Jack, I'm sorry I judged you so harshly when you first took the case.
That's okay.
Kind of used to it.
Got to admit, you usually accuse first, ask questions later.
Guilty.
And, Jack, there is a question I've been meaning to ask you.
When you were in the hospital after you were stabbed, you keep a wedding photo of us in your wallet.
Why?
I haven't, haven't gone through the photos in my wallet in years.
Just, lazy, I guess.
So we know who the sh**t is, but we can't arrest him?
It's hard enough to find one witness.
Now we're gonna have to find another one.
And on a case that's five months old.
Do we got the security footage?
What happens when you zoom in?
TARU already had a cr*ck at it.
It's too blurry.
There aren't even any markings on his sweatshirt or jeans.
Nothing.
What about the time stamp?
It's, 3:05 a.m.
Why?
Is that bull'seye Jack Boyle?
No.
He actually redeemed himself this time.
You ever wonder what would have happened if you two...
No.
No regrets?
No.
You don't regret the great relationships that failed.
You regret the ones you never followed through on.
How's Eddie?
I think this whole thing scared me more than her.
Well, that's understandable given the history.
She was even fighting the doctor at the hospital about staying overnight.
Well, that's just survivor's guilt.
I'm feeling pretty guilty, too.
It's not your fault.
There's no way you could've known.
I'm feeling guilty because when I saw.
Dunleevy lying there and...
I knew he was dead and she wasn't, I actually thought to myself, I'm glad it's him and not Eddie.
That tell you anything?
That I care about my partner?
What if it was Eddie?
It wasn't.
Is there something that you're trying to say?
Maybe.
I'm not sure you want to hear it.
Try me.
I've seen you guys together and what I see is more than just patrol partners.
Okay, what is it you think you're seeing?
I think what everyone sees.
Two people who seem to belong together.
There's a line in the sand.
Why?
Because you guys are partners?
Starting with that, yeah.
Well, I always thought it was a line in the sand because it's so easy to erase.
Consider this.
What if it was Eddie that had been k*lled?
Is there anything you would regret for the rest of your life 'cause you never told her?
If you remember anything, please, just give me a call.
Okay?
Thank you.
Ladies.
Good evening.
Detective Reagan, NYPD.
Was wondering if any of you recognize this man.
- No.
- He was m*rder*d on this block about five months ago, right around this time of night.
- Here?
- Yeah.
Wondering if you might've saw something or could recall anything.
- No.
Sorry.
- All right.
If you think of anything at all, please give me a call.
My number's at the bottom.
Okay.
Thank you.
Get home safe.
He was kind of cute.
One of them thought you were cute.
Guess that's what happens when it's 3:00 a.m.
and you're drunk.
What the hell are you doing out here?
I could ask you the same question.
What do you think, coming back here at the same time to the same street, gonna find a Good Samaritan that's gonna break open our case?
Maybe I will.
And it's not your case.
You dropped the ball, remember?
Excuse me, sir.
Sir.
Detective Reagan.
This is Detective...
Detective ABETEMARCO.
Detective Abbot and Costello.
There was a m*rder out here around five months ago.
I already talked to the cops when it happened.
Okay, well, I'm recanvassing the area.
We're recanvassing.
Did you see anything?
I heard a g*nsh*t.
When I came out, I saw a guy lying in the street.
Another one running away with a g*n in his hand.
You see his face?
He had a hood up.
Which way'd they run?
He ran that way.
That way up the street?
Did he stop at all?
Yeah.
He stopped about halfway up the block.
- Whereabouts?
- By the hydrant.
The hydrant?
Okay.
Do you have any idea why he stopped?
Did he do anything?
I'm not a mind reader.
It was dark, like tonight.
I couldn't see, but he just kept going.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, any idea why he k*lled that kid?
Well, I'm not a mind reader.
Thinking what I'm thinking?
I sure hope I ain't thinking what you're thinking.
Why is that when the two of you try to work together, it always ends in youknowwhat?
I told you to wear boots.
I didn't think it'd be like this.
What?
Disgusting?
Smelly?
Slimy?
Do you mind stepping aside?
Thank you.
Who said police work was glamorous?
Actually, no one ever.
We're pariahs in our own precinct.
Now we have to go through a year's worth of smelly sewage?
Remind me again why we're doing this.
Because him and my sister screwed up.
- You know what I like about you?
- What?
Nothing.
Why are you even here?
To get you off my case.
Why are you here?
I'm here so Janay Brown doesn't have to add another day to her son's poster.
Ooh.
And...
to find the m*rder w*apon.
There you go.
- And what do you suggest I do, Garrett?
- I suggest you make sure we don't have our cops turning their back on the mayor.
You mean order it?
Whatever it takes.
Well, that's not the message I want them to receive right now.
Well, what message are you looking to send?
That it's open season on the mayor?
- She brought this on herself.
- Maybe.
But in case you haven't noticed, the press is making this about you versus her.
Look, I get it.
II'd like to give her my back, too, but...
But how you feel and how you act need to be two different things.
Cops don't get to have a voice?
Boss, when I first started on this job, you told me how I feel is not the point; How I understand the job is the point.
Are you really gonna throw my words back at me?
Yep.
I don't need to tell you that you make decisions all the time that you hate.
This is not a policy decision, Garrett.
It's about a fallen officer.
Right now, it's about this department and how it's being portrayed and what message we want to send.
The message is simple.
Don't trash cops.
That message has been sent, boss.
Hi.
- Hi.
- The...
the sentencing hearing for Malcolm James is set for tomorrow at 10:00.
And you came all the way down here to tell me that?
No, I came down here to tell you that I lied.
What are you talking about?
The reason I carry our wedding photo...
Um...
it's kind of the same reason that I carry a picture of Nicky when she was six.
I'd come home, and she would run...
I mean, run...
Into my arms full force, and she would wrap herself around me.
And I didn't know it then, but that was the time of my life.
And the wedding photo?
We were in love and everything was great and it was like we were exactly where we were supposed to be.
And then life got in the way.
Yeah, then the, the divorce and everything else aside, that day was a, was a pretty great memory.
Except for Aunt Edna.
Yeah...
Well, she gave everyone something to talk about.
And something to see.
I haven't quite forgotten it.
Yeah, she retired the tassels after that.
Well, I should hope so.
She was 80.
We work well together.
We'rewe're good partners.
You can't deny that.
You're the best partner I ever had, and the worst partner I ever had.
You want to focus on the first part of that?
What are you doing tonight?
Um...
I am running off to a little island for some R and R.
Let me guess, Staten Island?
I need to be at Danny's by 8:00.
Okay.
153 days is a long time.
You can retire that number.
We arrested Corey DaSilva for the m*rder of your son.
My God.
The charges are gonna stick this time.
We got the g*n he used, his prints are on it.
It's been about 11 months since I lost my wife.
So you know?
Yeah, I know.
Maybe you can take some of that energy and turn it into something positive for Amir.
What do you mean?
My wife started doing family game nights once a month before she d*ed.
It was open invitation, anyone in the family could come.
And each game night, somebody else got to pick the game.
First game night after she d*ed, it was...
it was painful.
I wanted to do it...
you know, keep doing it 'cause it's what she would've wanted and...
I'm glad I did.
Maybe you can think of something that Amir would've wanted you to do and continue doing, even without him.
Yeah.
I think he'd say, "You're a pretty good damn detective." And I'd agree.
You're back.
Hey.
No, just...
just, paperwork.
And II had to get fitted for a new vest.
How you doing?
I'm sore.
I'm good.
You miss me?
As a matter of fact, I did.
Yeah.
Having you gone has actually gotten me thinking about a lot of things.
What were you thinking about?
Hey.
Eddie, you almost...
Hey.
- Hey.
- How you doing?
Good?
Good, yeah.
You?
Yeah.
Good.
Maybe we could all go grab a bite to eat.
Um, you're not working a double, are you?
No, but I...
We can't tonight.
Why not?
I only got two tickets to Springsteen on Broadway.
My God, are you serious?
Tonight.
Fourth row.
I have been trying to get tickets to that forever.
I know.
Anyway...
Sorry, maybe we can do dinner another night?
Yeah, sure, no problem.
Great.
I'll get us a cab, meet you outside.
Okay.
Good seeing you.
What were you gonna say?
It was nothing.
You should get going.
No.
Tell me.
I really want to know.
Just that...
I hope you come back soon, and enjoy that show because I'm jealous.
All right?
- There's no winning.
- Nope.
You're a winner in one room and the next room, they want to string you up.
It's a vibrant city.
Look.
You win the job, but then you have to do the job.
And it's not so much about winning as managing...
The losses, the expectations.
I hate the job, Frank.
Well, I kind of gathered that.
I mean, I didn't even win it.
It's not like I pointed my life at it.
Well, some are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them.
Churchill?
Shakespeare.
I'm feeling like none of the above.
I'm genuinely sorry to hear that.
I am.
It's...
It just isn't me.
I never wanted to be mayor.
I liked being public advocate, fighting for the underdog, opening schools...
The mayor can have a hand in that, too.
All I've done lately is put my foot in it and piss off a lot of people, including you.
I don't hold a grudge.
Your cops do.
They'll forget about it.
Part of what we love most about the job is there's always a fresh pain in the ass just around the corner.
I do not want to be the target of protests.
I want to be the one leading them.
You're thinking about quitting.
I'll stay until the election.
You are one of the most genuine, honest people I've ever met.
Total pain in my ass, but you are a good guy.
Thank you, I think.
Except for you, there is nothing about this job I'm going to miss.
Not even the free transportation?
The first thing I do after the election is I'm gonna take a walk in Central Park by myself.
Well, maybe I'll ask the police commissioner to join me.
He's very good at ditching his detail.
I'll miss working with you, Frank.
And Madame Mayor...
I will miss working for you.
How come I always felt it was the other way around?
Um...
January.
This is so easy.
- New Year's, New Year's.
- Winter.
What comes after New Year?
This is easy.
New Year's Day.
No.
What you do...
New Year...
Resolutions.
New Year's resolution!
- Resolutions.
- Yes!
We win this round, we win the whole thing, so pay attention.
- Okay, just go, you're making me nervous.
- Okay, okay.
So...
yyyou type on this thing.
- An iPad?
- A phone?
No.
You, like, type, like, a project, like a book.
- What?
- It's a...
you put it on your lap.
Laptop?
No, computer.