Uh-oh, she's got that bounce.
Do I need to call HR?
No, I mean the bounce of a cop who just put away a bad guy.
After a hell of a long day in court.
Detectives? Got a lady here
saying she needs to report a murder.
All right. Thanks, Meyers.
Detective Reagan,
my partner Detective Baez.
And you are?
Uh, Roxy Smith.
So who got murdered, Ms. Smith?
I don't know.
I-I mean, they haven't been yet,
I don't think.
Sorry, all this has me creeped out.
And us confused.
I tend bar at a place on Avenue B, The Clasp.
Last night, I overheard
one of our regulars, Joe,
saying he'd pay to have someone killed.
Like, serious money.
I'm familiar with The Clasp.
It's half barflies, half college students, all drunk.
Including all of the bartenders.
Okay.
I had a couple shots.
Mm. And if we know anything,
it's that drunk people say drunk things.
But this Joe guy's sick in the head.
And a crap tipper.
Not that that matters.
Apparently, it does. Look,
people who hurt other people should be stopped.
Sit tight.
I don't know. This whole thing seems thin.
Yea--
You know, the second collar I ever had in my career
was a guy named Frank Blake.
Did security at The Clasp.
He, uh, threw out some kids.
One of them mouthed off.
He snapped.
Jammed a pool cue into the kid's eye.
Killed him on the spot.
So, what does that mean?
Means I'm gonna have to, uh...
make another appearance.
You know,
it's called "quitting time" for a reason.
Great. Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow.
Come on. Four nights in a row?
Even the bad guys sleep sometimes.
And yet cases still don't magically get themselves ready
for court.
Anything I can help with?
Yeah.
Explain to me again why we hired Alice Dornan
as our psychiatric consultant.
'Cause she's a top-notch shrink.
Who's now saying
that Martina Volo,
the nanny that abused that little girl,
is not competent to stand trial.
Well, maybe she's right.
Or maybe she's the one who's out of her mind.
Why? Because you don't like her diagnosis?
Martina Volo is competent and guilty--
no ifs, ands or buts about it.
Look, I'm the last guy to defend an insanity plea,
but Dornan's got scads of forensic experience
and knows a lot more about this stuff than me or you.
Fine. Then call her and tell her to be here tomorrow
at 10:00 a.m. sharp.
Erin, it's late. She's not in.
Then leave a message.
Because I want to hear this expert opinion of hers
in person.
Where-where are you going?
Where you just said.
You just missed the turn.
Traffic that way sucks.
Westbound lanes are under construction.
So you're Google Maps now?
I do have some experience with streets in this sector.
And when you're my driver, you go the way I tell you to.
You got it?
Course.
So, what house were you in before you came to the 2-9?
Also when driving me...
quiet is better.
There he is.
Mr. Mayor-Elect.
Just "Peter," Commissioner.
Then just "Frank."
Please.
Congratulations on your election.
Thank you.
I got to say, none of the mayors I served under
got the kind of margin you got.
Meaning, does he think he has a mandate?
Just a fact.
I think we ran a smart campaign.
But it'd be dumb to take the credit for a tidal change.
I just caught the wave.
Here we are.
And where is that?
Word is you don't enter a room
without knowing why you've been invited.
I heard rumors you want me to stay on.
I do.
When I like what somebody's doing,
I want 'em to keep doing it.
And when you don't?
You and I will talk.
Not through channels, not through the press.
Bucking a City Hall tradition that goes way back.
I had sit-downs with all the former mayors.
Mayor Poole told me a story--
you taking him on a ride-along, Mm.
pointing out guys clearly packing weapons
who you couldn't bust on account of his policies.
I think it brought him conflict at the time.
I walked away thinking that's just plain wrong.
I want the NYPD to reinstate Stop, Question and Frisk.
Hey, at least you got the term right.
That hardly ever happens.
Homework.
We...
still employ a version of that.
A watered-down one.
Bring it back to 100 proof.
There's also a law on the books that's been dry-docked,
332.10.
Vagrancy enforcement.
Tourism's a $44 billion business in this city.
But not if Tex, Sven and Hideki are afraid to leave the hotel.
And put the homeless where?
I'll redirect funding to more shelters.
You hit the ground running.
There's a lot of ground to cover.
So,
what's the ask?
Word is you never enter a room without one.
I want you to make a personnel change.
I have a couple of recommendations
for your new DCPI.
Garrett Moore is supremely fit for the job.
He's smart, quick on his feet,
well-liked by the press and all the city agencies.
And that is a bad thing how?
He needs to be liked.
He basks in being liked.
He's a Labrador retriever,
and you're gonna need a pit bull.
I want to take this city back,
and your guys are my Marines.
There's gonna be pushback that Garrett's gonna cave under.
And you know I'm right,
as sure as you're sitting here.
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Really? The whole tour?
Oh, every turn I made,
where I suggested we take our meal.
Even the way I radioed Central, she criticized.
I thought she'd warm up to you.
Mm. Apparently, she only has two settings,
cold and colder.
Want me to talk to her?
That is exactly what I do not want.
I can be very charming. And I am a big girl,
and I can fight my own battles.
I shouldn't have even told you.
Why? Why not? That's what husbands are for.
When you're on the clock, you're just another sergeant.
Okay. Well, I'm a sergeant who doesn't like other sergeants
running roughshod all over his people.
Especially the hottest patrol officer in the...
history of hot patrol officers.
Even after an eight-hour tour
in a stinky car with a person that hates me?
Oh, I meant Jenkins. He's very clean.
Oh. Go back to work.
Hey, listen, get some sleep. Don't worry about McNichols.
The more she gets to know the real Eddie Janko,
the more she'll fall in love with her like the rest of us.
Mm.
Love you. Be safe.
Have a seat, Dr. Dornan.
Thank you.
So, you claim
that Martina Volo was crazy
when she smacked around the little girl in her care.
"Crazy" isn't a word I use.
Are you aware that even
the defense's shrink is not arguing
that she was mentally incompetent?
Their opinion doesn't change mine.
But it's your opinion that this office should just...
give up?
My job is to evaluate the defendant,
not make legal recommendations.
Well, thank God for that.
What Ms. Reagan means is...
No, I can speak for myself, Anthony.
The facts of this case are very clear, Doctor.
She beat up a six-year-old little girl
and then walked to the nearest police station
and gave a complete confession.
When I interviewed her, she exhibited signs
of disorganized speech and delusions
of reference
consistent with schizophrenia.
And now you just want to set her free.
Being remanded to a psychiatric institution
is hardly being set free.
Do you have children, Dr. Dornan?
Am I on trial here? Erin...
No, you're not on trial, nor will this office
be needing your help in the future.
Ms. Reagan,
I've made similar evaluations before,
and you've never... Have a nice day. Thank you.
Erin, I-I'm sorry,
but what the... Thank you for bringing her down.
Tough day?
What makes you say that?
Decades of experience reading my son.
Well, I met with the new mayor today.
He want to replace you?
Go figure. He wants me to stay on.
But he wants me to replace my right hand.
What's he got against Garrett?
Doesn't think he's tough enough to handle the flak.
Then let him hire his own flak guy.
Well, his plan, if and when carried out,
is gonna bring a lot of heat to us.
And it ain't gonna be just a bunch of deputy mayors
rousting the homeless or frisking the shifty.
It's gonna be us.
Garrett can be as slippery as they come.
Did you tell Chase that?
Not in so many words, but yeah.
There's a question
behind the question here.
What do you mean?
Think. Think.
Okay.
I think he sees me as useful.
That's usually a good sign.
But, uh, wait.
He wants to reinstate some policies and laws
that are gonna be very unpopular with some people.
He might find it useful just to point to me and say,
"If you don't like it, talk to him."
And are they policies and laws that you want to enforce?
Within reason, and for the right reasons.
Oh. That's slippery.
Maybe you should be your own DCPI.
Well, what I mean is,
as long as it doesn't adversely affect our citizens
in service to our tourists.
Is that's what's driving him? All that "I Love New York" crap?
Some. I don't know how much.
What do you want to do?
I do not mind being useful.
But not just in service to someone else's ends.
Huh.
One more over here.
Thank you, Roxy.
And, uh, one more for my friend here.
What are you drinking there, buddy?
Whiskey.
You know, make mine a whiskey, too.
Place is jumping as usual, huh?
As usual?
Never seen you before.
Come in all the time when I'm not in the can.
Buddy Mullane.
Joe. Joe what?
Joe None-Of-Your-Business.
Think your brother-in-law was in my unit--
Larry Get-Outta-My-Face.
Unit, huh? Yup.
You military? Former Marine.
Till the bastards threw me in the brig.
Some knucklehead forgot that he owed me a few bucks,
so I bounced his head off a curb a few times.
The world is full of double-crossers.
Yup.
There's nothing like sweet payback.
Thank you. Joe Kiernan.
You ever do time, Joe?
I'm smarter than that.
Hmm. So you're saying I'm dumb?
I just mean,
when I got a score to settle, I farm it out.
Well, when I have a score to settle, I handle it myself.
How you doing on cash, Buddy?
Oh, everybody needs cash.
Well, maybe I got a job for you.
What's the job?
A job.
Oh. Someone crossed you?
Like you don't even know.
Here's your next play.
Get off of her!
Oh, here we go.
Look at that.
Hey, where you going, Joe?
Maybe some other time.
Thought you needed my help. 281 East Snyder in Flatbush.
Come by tomorrow, we'll talk.
Break it up! Break it up!
Did he tell you?
Not yet, but I got my hooks in him.
If you're going to be lurking in my office,
the least you can do is let me know.
Saves me the trouble of looking all over the floor for you.
You know, I get it.
There's something calming about the view from here.
What are you calming yourself about?
Change, I guess.
Change is supposed to be constant.
But not around here.
Until today?
I have an offer that I don't think I can pass up.
Oh.
So this isn't a conversation?
It's news...
that I wanted to share first with you.
Must be a hell of an offer.
Head of Institutional
Development for Duke University.
Travel to Europe, Asia,
preach the gospel
that the athletics powerhouse is also an academic one.
Wow.
They've come at you before, no?
Colleges have, but not Duke.
And not like this.
Well...
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Tell me something.
Does the timing strike you as, oh...
anything?
How so?
Well, we got a new mayor coming in, résumés going out.
Let's be clear. This came to me. I wasn't looking.
Okay, okay. I'm just... thinking out loud.
I don't think colleges track our City Hall transitions.
The timing's just...
is what it is.
I will be very sorry to see you go.
That goes without saying.
But I appreciate you saying it.
And I'll help with my replacement, of course.
I'll need it.
We can talk timelines... another time.
So...
on with our day?
Yes.
Hey, Joe! You ready to rock and roll or what?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not here, not here.
You know what I don't need from you?
Bunch of smart-ass comments.
Hey, hey, relax.
Well, the job-- who is it?
Roxy.
At The Clasp?
Me and her used to be together. I noticed you didn't
say two words to her last night.
'Cause she broke up with me for no reason.
Now I got to watch her flirt
with every jerk who walks through the bar.
How much?
Ten large.
I'll take half up front.
That's doable.
I got a guy in Jersey doing
a chemical cleanup on an EPA site.
I'll bat her over the head, throw her in a vat.
No.
You want the money, you do it my way.
I got a piece of land
in Washingtonville I'm gonna build a place on.
Take her up there, put one between her eyes,
dig a grave and cover her up.
You want me to dig a grave?
Yeah. A deep one.
Okay. I'll need a few days.
Thought you said you came to rock and roll.
You ever dig a grave?
Well, hurry it up,
'cause every day I got to see this bitch is one day too many.
Hey, I just sent you the contract for the new shrink.
Can you arrange for him to meet with Martina Volo immediately?
So Dornan's really out?
Yeah. You thought I was joking?
Erin, sit.
What?
You heard me.
Why? Just humor me.
Please.
I think I know what's going on.
Is there something going on?
Yeah. With you.
The-the long hours, the marching around pissed at the world.
I'm fine. I'm just saying.
It-It's okay to feel a little lost.
About what? Erin,
the only thing you ever wanted was to be D.A.
Then, when you finally get the chance,
you decide it's not what you wanted.
No, I just put a pin in that... And this
never-ending whatever-it-is with Jack.
And Nicky
moving across the country,
so no more morning coffee with your best friend
and no more dinners
to make when she gets home.
I have no idea what you're saying.
I'm saying, I get it.
A little midlife crisis happens to all of us.
Oh. Okay, all right.
Why don't we just hire you as the shrink?
You know, the-the floor dropped out for me
when I left the NYPD, my marriage went kaput.
Hell, I-I'm still heartbroken over not seeing Sophia
every day, and she just lives in Jersey.
Okay. Can we get back to work, please?
And thank you for this, whatever this was.
All right. All right, be safe, okay?
Refueling.
Just in time.
Keep that straight, will ya?
Oh, yeah, my hair is...
It's a little puffy tonight.
Geez, how many sugars did you put in there?
Okay.
You have a problem with me?
Problem? Yeah.
You've hated my guts ever since I came on midnights.
And now, you make me your driver.
You're imagining things.
No, I'm seeing what's right in front of me.
You think I'm a zero?
Is that it? Am... am I a bad cop?
No, you're pretty solid.
You do talk too much.
I can never figure out
where the heck you're driving me,
but I'm not gonna ding you for your last name.
Janko?
I mean your married name.
Reagan.
That's all I'm gonna say.
No, w-wait.
What does that mean?
Jamie do something to you?
Not your husband. Who?
My father-in-law?
Yeah, try "fraud."
And a hypocrite.
You can't be serious.
Frank Reagan sits up there at One PP,
spouting about how all of us should be so happy
to be part of the NYPD family.
He could give a rat's ass about any family but his own.
Especially not mine.
So...
drop the charm offensive
and let's go.
Joe said I was his girlfriend?
Or ex-- enough to want you dead either way.
We went out maybe twice.
First time wasn't even a date.
We just kept drinking after closing time.
And went home together.
And it was fun.
Viagra's a hell of a drug.
Then, I found out he lives with a girl
and I told him to go to hell, and still,
he comes in and stink-eyes me
whenever I so much as talk to another guy.
It's like you said, sick in the head.
Yeah, so now you arrest him, right?
Not till we have more. Right.
You guys said you recorded him.
But a judge could still
toss it saying it's just words.
But we still have to go through with it.
Not all the way.
We fake your death,
take a picture, show him,
convince him it's real, get the payment.
Is he serious?
And right.
What are we eating, exactly?
Oh, it's meant to be chicken parm.
You've had chicken parm a million times.
I don't recall it being so resilient.
It's very good.
My compliments to the chef.
Thank you. You made this?
First Sunday dinner all by myself.
It's delicious, Sean.
Yeah. You might've got the piece
that was meant for me--
He's a little upset 'cause
we're having a disagreement about upping his allowance.
Call it cost of living adjustments.
Try bankrolling a kid in San Francisco.
Well, I think he should get whatever he wants.
Uh-huh, you two wait till you start popping them out.
See how tight your wallet gets then.
Exactly.
What about you, Francis?
Always live within your means.
And you can live in your car, but you can't drive your house,
so budget accordingly.
No, no. I meant your review of dinner.
Five stars, Sean.
But you've hardly had a bite.
Take it back.
Six stars, okay?
Well...
You okay?
Oh...
you know, the usual.
Any developments in the usual front?
Download you later, Pop, okay?
Okay.
Is there a family code
I'm missing?
I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Okay.
Okay...
There may be some personnel changes in my office.
But it's confidential...
until it isn't.
Oh, well, that really clears things up.
And...
...I think I'm realizing something about myself.
I hate change.
You want the things
that you like to stay the way that they are?
Yeah, but worse.
I am willing to give up trying to change the things
I don't like in order to keep the ones I do.
I've seen you change like the seasons my whole life.
Well, I thought it would make me a better person.
But I'm kind of done with that, truth be told.
Being a better person?
Uh, maybe this is as good as it gets.
You could do worse.
A compliment.
There's a saying I always hang onto.
"Everything comes to pass, nothing comes to stay."
Yeah, I heard that one.
Who said that?
I'm not sure-- some wise old soul.
Yeah, I looked it up.
It's from one of those '70s self-help books
by a guy never heard from before or since.
But, hey, if it works for you.
Oh.
You're really fun today, Dad.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I pulled a rib out
from laughing so hard.
Okay?
Okay, thank you very much.
Thank you.
Listen, I get it.
Like, it-it really sucks when somebody leaves,
especially somebody that you, like,
actually like, or-or used to.
Thank you.
Where's this coming from?
Well, if I get more allowance-- hear me out--
I could go visit Jack at college.
I save up a little bit more, I can go visit Nicky.
Mm-hmm. That's very sweet.
Watch it, he's getting better.
I ain't buying it.
It's the truth. Pass the salad.
Nice try.
It was worth a try.
Come in.
Patrick, you're early...
Firing me once wasn't enough?
Look, just hear me out.
The Brooklyn D.A. already called to say I won't be consulting
for them anymore, either-- thanks for that.
That wasn't me, Doc.
And sometimes the other offices hear things...
And now I'm paying the price.
Look, I'm here because...
I was way out of line the other day.
Yes, you were.
It's just that a case involving a nanny
who hurt a little child, just feels like
it should be a slam dunk.
Unless the facts dictate otherwise.
Doc, you render opinions.
Based on medical and psychiatric facts.
The same mix of art and science you practice in your profession.
Fair enough.
So, you stand by what you said?
I'll admit I didn't at first.
Really?
Ever since I was brutally mugged last year,
I've wanted revenge on every violent person I see.
Part of me agrees with you completely.
Wants to see Martina Volo thrown down a deep, dark hole.
But once I realized
where that was coming from...
You ignored that part and did your job.
Right.
This is a one-off.
Understood.
I am making this exception
because I think I can shed some light
where it's needed.
I appreciate it.
Long story short,
Sergeant McNichols likely thinks
that the commissioner ruined her marriage.
How?
Two years ago, McNichols' ex-husband
was accused by a partner of taking free meals
and kickback money from a store
in their sector.
And abusive behavior
towards citizens and fellow cops alike.
Husband's a jerk, too?
Shocker.
Except when IAB interviewed the partner,
he suddenly recanted everything.
Said it was "a big misunderstanding."
Ah, he got to him.
Probably, so the commissioner didn't let it go.
Well, why not?
Because he hates bullies.
So, he was able to discipline him on a couple
smaller offenses-- stealing time, leaving early.
Good.
But those habits didn't go away.
They eventually cost him the job
and, I guess, his marriage.
She blames the commissioner?
Apparently.
Nice not having this conversation with you,
Officer.
Okay, um, timeline was...
I was gonna look for you.
And then Baker said you were already
in my office and then you had your own news.
Look for me-- why?
In my meeting with the mayor-elect,
he asked me to replace you with a pit bull.
And you said yes?
No.
No...
but I didn't say no.
Why a pit bull?
He wants to equip us to deal with things the hard way
when the easy way doesn't work.
A latitude I've wanted for years, I might add.
But for the rollout, you want a wartime consigliere.
Well, he thinks so.
Me?
I don't think so.
You?
Me?
Yeah.
I-I think it's a very good idea to give your new boss
a gimme at the start.
Oh.
Okay.
Okay, I may be on thin ice here,
but bear with me, please?
It surprise you at all,
when you got that big offer from Duke?
It's not like I'm an unknown.
I've had offers from NYU, Notre Dame...
I know,
I know, I know,
and well, well-deserved.
But not from Duke.
All I'm saying is
were you surprised?
Yes, but pleasantly-- why?
Well, I know
you like to know
all there is to know.
I'm hoping that's the case here.
Sure.
The advice to Woodward and Bernstein?
And with that, the makeup and stage blood.
Got a camera, too, if you want it.
No. I'll take the picture with my own phone.
And once I get Joe to make the final payment,
I'll get a picture of him in handcuffs. Thank you.
We really gotta do all this?
Just think of it like Halloween and you'll be fine.
Where's your partner?
She's keeping an eye on Joe at The Clasp till we're finished.
Now let's go kill you.
Come on.
Over here.
Huh. It's so deep.
Be glad you didn't have to dig it.
It's okay.
You're just gonna be in there for a second.
Just long enough for me to get
a picture of you looking like you're dead.
Okay?
Just get you ready.
Thank you, Detective.
Thank me for what?
For believing me.
Why wouldn't I believe you?
'Cause I work in a dump and...
I'm not exactly an upstanding citizen.
Well... consider it fate.
I need you to close your eyes, okay?
How do I look?
Horrible.
And perfect.
Why don't you put the flashlight down, get everything ready.
Put this rope around your wrists,
make it look like you're tied up.
I'll lower you down into the ditch.
Lay on your back and I'll take the picture.
Reagan!
You called it, Reagan.
A setup every step of the way.
Like father like daughter.
Surprised you didn't try to kill me with a pool cue
like your old man did that college kid.
When did you know?
When you said, "People who hurt other people should be stopped."
Just like what you yelled at me
at your old man's trial back in the day, you remember?
I was ten years old.
And you took my father away.
No.
Your father dug his own grave.
Just like you did.
What's going on?
Boss, I got to talk to you.
Again? Not cop-to-cop.
Woman-to-woman.
Look, my husband...
he wants the world to think
he's just like his father.
C-Can you get to it?
Jamie and I got in an argument the other night.
He was pissed because some guy I know was texting me.
And it wasn't the first time.
I tried to calm him down,
and...
he grabbed me by the throat.
Whoa. No...
Jamie put his hands on you?
No, really, it wasn't his fault.
I should have deleted the text.
I-I shouldn't...
Janko, no, you're not to blame.
Please. I don't want to jam him up.
We haven't even been married that long.
That's all the more reason...
I just...
I want to be the wife he needs me to be.
Okay. Hey. No.
Nothing that you do or anybody else does
gives him the right to put his hands on you.
Do you understand me?
Jamie having a problem,
that is not your fault, Janko.
Take your own advice.
What?
Your ex-husband, Steve.
He wasn't a nice guy, was he?
You talked to your father-in-law?
No, but I hear Steve was abusive,
and I'm guessing he didn't leave that at work.
You don't know what you're talking about.
He was hitting you.
What? Wasn't he?
What? No.
Boss, you can hate me,
and the PC and anyone else for what happened to you.
I know...
that sometimes that's easier than hating the person
who really made your life hell.
But...
please forgive yourself.
I mean, like you just said,
nothing you did made it okay
for him to do what he did to you.
Nothing.
I should've known that you were lying
when you said that Jamie put his hands on you.
But everything I just said about you is true.
I'll shut up now, like you always wanted me to.
Well, I'd say justice was served.
Hopefully, Ms. Volo will get the help she needs.
Thanks to your testimony.
Happy to help.
And when I call you for the next case,
you won't hang up on me?
Not even if you want to talk about anything else.
Hey.
So...
all's well that ends well?
Yeah. I think that the judge was surprised
when I changed the People's recommendation
to psychiatric commitment,
but I think everyone agreed it was the right thing to do.
I mean us.
You know...
Anthony, you were right.
You were seeing me a lot clearer than I was seeing myself.
We're a team.
Yeah, but I overreacted, and I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Apology accepted.
Now lunch. Wherever you want to go.
Really? Even, like, fancy?
Why not?
You're paying.
Mayor-Elect Chase.
I'm Detective Baker.
Welcome to One PP.
Nice to meet you.
Would you like some coffee, water?
I'm good, thank you.
And here we are.
Afternoon. Frank.
Deputy Commissioner.
Garrett.
Peter.
I know.
This is a surprise.
I know. I'm full of 'em today.
Would you like to sit down?
Couple things, if I may.
Please.
Guy finds out a job offer came
'cause another guy's wife heads the Board of Trustees
at the school, and that together,
they just donated 50 mil
for a new science building.
He does his homework.
Makes the guy think he's gonna be working
with a whole bunch of pissed-off people
who got passed over because they didn't have a hook.
A hook's what we call "influence" up here.
Makes him... not want the job so much.
So, did you know he punched a Sulzberger in the nose
in the Grill Room at the Four Seasons?
I did not.
He printed a bald-faced lie
about our counterterrorism division.
He had it coming.
The Times printed a correction the next day,
and an apology the day after.
We lost the table, but we won the war.
See, pit bulls get a bad rap.
They're actually loving protectors
of children and family,
unless you raise 'em mean.
That loving protection becomes throat-ripping fury
when family's threatened.
This guy just lost 80 pounds the last year.
And it made him leaner,
but it also made him meaner, if that's possible.
When I need to be.
Guys, okay.
Okay.
Something you should know about me.
I don't pave the way for my people to succeed.
Yeah. You like to put obstacles in their way
to see how they handle adversity.
Yeah, we heard.
I run, and he runs interference for,
35,000 cops who are responsible for the safety
and well-being of 8.6 million citizens.
And 65 million tourists.
So we don't have time for mind games.
We have more than we can handle
on every given day as it is.
"We."
Yeah.
We.
You'd really give up that kind of money?
You really gonna rub it in?
You'll at least meet with my candidates?
Of course.
Garrett can always use another hand on deck.
One last thought.
After I'm sworn in?
What I say goes.
Copy that, boss.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man