Public Morals (2015): Season 1, Episode 8 - No Crazies on the Street - full transcript

It's Muldoon. I'm across the street.

Mr. Patton.

Terrance.

Uh, there's a...

Little something extra in there this time.

Thank you.

You got a minute? I'd like a word.

Uh, sure. Sit down. Sit down. Fire away.

I want to talk about Rusty.

I understand you and him

are not seeing eye to eye these days?



You always see eye with your father?

You've obviously been
speaking to the old man.

He told me you paid him a
little visit up to the house,

had a couple of beers.

We had a nice visit.

We reminisced about the good, old days.

Ah, the old days.

The good, old days, like
a couple of weeks ago

before this little war broke out, huh?

I don't know anything about a war.

Please. Don't treat me like I'm an idiot.

Now, why don't you tell me

why your man Davis thought it was better

to try and shoot his
way out of his apartment



rather than come and talk to me.

I can tell you it was stupid.

Davis is a man

who's been wrestling
with his demons for years.

You're gonna have to do
better than that, big guy.

When the skels are shooting at one another,

it is easy to look the other way.

But when they start shooting at us,

we become a little less tolerant.

What can I say?

I've got lots of people working for me,

and none of are choir boys.

I'd be very careful

about assigning too much weight to this...

This rumor about a war.

There's no grand conspiracy going on here.

Except for the fact that
the last time I saw Mr. O,

he told me he was looking
to make a move on you.

But it's exactly my point.

Mr. O... Mr. O is a hopeless drunk.

For his own sake, you
should've talked him out of it.

Trust me, I tried.

However, since then,

him and two of his most
trusted shit-heel friends

have wound up dead.

And two of Rusty's guys
have also been laid to rest.

So it does not take a genius

to figure out what's going on here.

Well, if it doesn't take a genius,

why in the world are you talking to me?

Cabee we're talking about Hell's Kitchen,

and as you well know,
nobody talks to the cops.

It's a very good
neighborhood in that respect.

I'll be sure to mention that to my wife

the next time she's harping
on moving out to the suburbs.

Look, Mr. Patton, you and I both know

who's responsible for all this,
and he needs to be stopped.

Because the longer this goes on,
the worse it is for everybody.

We had to kill one of your guys last week.

I do not want to be put
in that position again.

All right, Terrance, I hear you.

Now, you know that
strong-arm is not my style...

Unless it needs to be.

Just hang on a little longer with me, hmm?

We're almost at the end.

We better be,

because this is your Hell's Kitchen,

and it needs to get resolved soon,

or otherwise, you're gonna be the one

who's left holding the bag for all of this.

And I would hate to have to
be the guy that locks you up.

But if it comes to that,
have no doubts I will.

Is this really in our price range?

$33,000. Down payment of $4,000.

I don't know, Ina. That's a little more...

Oh, I... I don't want to hear about it.

Didn't Michael explain to you

that he and I are happy
to lend you the money?

Yeah, but it's still too much.

Come on. Let's go take a look. Come on.

Okay.

Oh, there you are!

Welcome to beautiful Bayside.

Oh, Ina.

Oh, I want you to meet
Christine, my daughter-in-law.

Chris, Eileen, and if you could believe it

she raised eight kids in this house.

The last of which finally moved out.

Thank God.

So when you think you're
having a rough day,

just imagine eight little
ones running around.

Oh, don't listen to her.

It was easy.

All... all I did every day

was open the front door and say,

"don't come home unless you
need a ride to the hospital."

Well, it's a beautiful home.

It needs work, but it served us well.

Come on in. I'll show you around.

Michael.

Thanks again, as always.

Have a good night.

It's got to be a decent number, right?

Yeah, it'll be good. It's always fine.

- You know, don't worry about it.
- I'm not worried about it.

- Hey, Claire, what do you say?
- You got it, Terry.

Hey, Terry. Hey, uh, Claire, can
we get a round, as well, please?

Hey, Terry, come on. Sit down.

O'Bannon's telling us about
how he got his heart broke.

Up yours, Petey, I'm just saying,

it's the first time in my life
a chick called it quits with me

- instead of the other way around.
- Oh, "first time." First time ever, huh?

- You know which broad he's talking
about, right? - I got an idea.

He's talking about that
handjob Duffy's sister.

- That's who he's in love with.
- Oh, that's nice. Real nice. Thank you.

- Deirdre Duffy, really?
- Deirdre Duffy.

You're making a lot of questionable choices

- these days, Sean.
- She was all over me, Terry.

- Highly questionable. - He was trying
to get serious with this chick,

- and she sent him packing.
- That's enough about my love life.

Thank you very much.
And, Bull, how's your arm?

You know, when's the doc say
you're gonna be back at work?

I'm good. He says I'll
be back in about a week.

- Here you go, boys.
- Wing's all right, then, huh?

I can still lift a beer, right?

Let me take you out on the town, huh?

Since when do peasants storm the castle.

Revolution.

All right, all right, all right.

Dummy up for a second, will ya?

Here we go, gents.

In spite of everything
going on on the West Side,

we still had a very, very good month.

Enjoy.

Yeah, that Tedesco kid's card
game was a real nice score.

What about, uh, Latucci and the Moose?

It didn't work out with Tucch?

Well, let's just say

that that is, uh, yet to be determined.

Yeah?

Hey, Cole.

Good to see ya.

You piece of shit.

You thought you could
drop a dime on me, huh?

This is for Teresa, you son of a bitch.

Gino, get your ass out of here.

Latucci.

Vince, it's me.

Hey, what can I do for ya?

Did you give any more
thought to what I said?

Yeah, I thought about it.

I got too many eyes on me right now,

including my wife's.

This offer won't last forever, Vince.

You know how many guys want to take me out?

Yeah, I know, Bernadette. Do me a favor.

Don't go trying to make me jealous.

You understand me?

If I could, I would.

What the hell is going on?

All of a sudden, you're not interested?

My Uncle doesn't have to know.

Look, I can't have this
conversation right now.

When things settle down,
I'll reach out to ya.

Who was that?

None of your business.

Oh, you think I'm a stunad?

You're messing around
with that cop, aren't you?

I'm not doing anything.

Let me ask you something.

When my father finds about that,

what do you think he's
gonna do to Vince, huh?

- You listen to me, you little shit.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know what you think you heard

or what you think you know,

but you say anything to your father,

I'll make your life a living hell.

You're not gonna do shit.

Not if my father puts me with Joe Fish.

I'm not asking you, okay?
I'm talking to Sean here.

I want Sean to explain to me

exactly how it went down with Davis.

I don't need to hear it from you.

- And I already explained to you what
happened. - Right, and what's that?

We busted through the room,
and Sean didn't hesitate.

Right, and that ain't what I heard.

Oh, yeah? What did you hear?

I heard from the covering lieutenant

something different happened.

Well, he clearly doesn't know shit,

- because he wasn't in the room... I was.
- Really?

Then why don't you let
him talk for himself?

Terry, it's okay, all right?

Huh? Explain it yourself.

Bull, the truth is, I
screwed up, all right?

And I had a clear shot
on Davis, and I hesitated.

I almost got us both killed.

You happy?

Well, then, that clears things up.

It won't happen again.

All right, you two.

Why don't you get the hell out of here?

Bull and I have some other
shit we need to talk about.

Hey, Bull, see you later.

See you, Terry.

How was that?

Good. Good. Thank you for doing that.

I needed to make sure that
the kid learned his lesson.

Nah, I think he's a good cop, you know?

- I wouldn't worry about it.
- Hey, Bull.

You got a phone call.

Got to be my mother.

She don't stop.

Claire, come here a second, will ya?

You speak German by any chance?

German? No.

I'm from Yonkers.

I didn't think so.

Ma?

Hey, Charlie. Uh, is this a good time?

Hey, Stacy, how are ya?

I have a favor to ask,

and it's... it's a little
out of the ordinary.

Yeah, well, uh...

Everything with this relationship
is out of the ordinary.

What do you got?

My mother surprised me and is in town,

and she's expecting to
meet my new boyfriend,

who I've told her all about.

No, no, no, no, no.
Stacy, I-I-I can't do that.

A-all you have to do is go
to dinner and be yourself.

I told her I've been dating a cop,

and I described a guy a lot like you.

You know, tall, handsome, kind.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's me.

Look, I told you, nobody can
know about this arrangement,

let alone your mother, all right?

I can't meet your mom.

I-it has nothing to do with that.

She thinks that I'm a schoolteacher

and that you're my boyfriend, the cop.

Please, Charlie? I-it's just dinner.

All right, where and when?

Uh-huh.

All right, all right,
all right. I'll be there.

Okay. Thanks.

All right. Bye.

Everything all right?

Yeah, it's my mom.

You know, this, uh...

This wedding I-is costing
me a-an arm and a leg.

Yeah, well, if we have
another couple of months

like we just had, should
ease the pain, huh?

All I'm saying is,

just don't be surprised
when it happens, that's all.

You never know what you
did and who you pissed off.

You just get the call, and you're gone.

Are you sure this isn't just some rumor?

No, this is not just a rumor.

Jonesy, give me another.

Tell me again exactly what he said.

Jesus Christ, Petey. How many
times you want to hear this?

- Changes are coming.
- All right, but he didn't say who?

No, and this can't go beyond
you and me, you understand?

Just trust that it's real,

because you know I got
a good line downtown.

Would he tell you if it was you?

Eh, he didn't say,

but Johanson's had it
in for me for a while,

so who the hell knows.

I will tell you this.

In plain clothes, you never know

how long your run is gonna be,

and I've had a good, long run.

Salute.

Salute.

Attaboy.

Jonesy, set us up again.

Holy shit. I don't believe this.

Score tonight?

If you're lucky, gorgeous,
I'll be back for you later.

Who is it?!

Who is it?!

Who the hell is it?!

Come on, it's Richie. Open the door.

There anybody else out there?

Yeah, it's me, Dean Martin,
Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis.

We got the whole rat
pack. I got a whole crew.

We're gonna have an after party.

What are you doing? Let me in. Come on.

Anybody see you?

Yeah. Cole Sutter.

But he ain't gonna be
talking to nobody no more.

Huh?

What the hell is with you?

I don't know, man.

I'm just on edge being
back in the city, I guess.

Oh, you're on edge? You've
been getting laid all week.

Your goddamn girlfriend didn't have
the decency to bring me a friend, huh?

Whatever, man, so what's the
plan here? How we gonna do this?

I say we go to the big guy's house,

we wait for Rusty, and if he don't show up,

we pop the old man.

What? You want to kill Patton?

Are you out of your friggin' mind?

Danny boy, if we're gonna take over,

we're gonna have to do it eventually.

But that's just suicide, Richie.

We can't do that. That shit would be crazy.

Jesus Christ.

When did you become such a pussy, huh?

A week in the country, and all
of a sudden, you got no balls?

It's not about balls,
Richie. It's about smarts.

I just think it makes more
sense to go after Rusty first.

Once we take care of that,
then we can worry about Patton.

All right. We'll do it your way.

This is the best damn city in the world.

I mean, look at those apartments up there.

Imagine that?

Imagine living up there,
overlooking the park.

That would be the life, wouldn't it?

One day, Kay.

One day, I'm gonna get one of those.

Hey, play your cards right,

maybe you're gonna be up there with me.

You know, I was at a party once

in one of those fancy
apartment buildings...

A big terrace overlooking the river.

Trying to make me jealous,

tell me stories about your old boyfriend?

- He wasn't a boyfriend.
- Oh.

He was the producer of
the first show I ever did.

He invited me and the chorus
girls up there on opening night.

What's his name? What building is he in?

I'm gonna go up there right
now, I'm gonna drag him out,

throw him over that terrace,

watch his brains splatter
all over Riverside Drive,

and I'm gonna enjoy it.

It wasn't like that.

He was a gentleman.

Now you're really pissing me off.

And it was over 20 years
ago. He's probably dead.

He better be for his sake.

You're funny.

I'm funny? How am I funny?

Mm, that you could be jealous

over something that happened 20 years ago.

I'm jealous, Kay, because I love ya.

Do you know how hard it was for me

when you went back to that miserable prick?

You want to talk jealous?

You have no idea what jealousy
like that can make a man do.

Edgar, where the hell
you think you're going?

Stay with the car.

You let me down, Vincenzo.

You and everybody else.

You didn't think I would find out

about you and my niece?
How could you do that?

Do what? I didn't do nothing with her.

Don't jerk me around here, Vince.

I already know the truth.

I don't know what you know,
but it's not the truth.

Now, yeah, sure, me and her bullshit around

when I stop by the joint,

and maybe I tease her a little bit,

but that's it, Moose. I swear on my mother.

Whatever it was, it ends today.

And as far as our business agreement goes,

you tell your people at the office

we want to deal with
somebody else from now on.

Take your hat off. This is a restaurant.

I don't think that's
gonna be a problem, Moose.

Hey, what you want to do till tonight?

Try to get laid?

Hm?

I don't think we should show our faces.

We should lay low till we get this done.

You're a real barrel of laughs
these days, you know that?

You know, I saw this hooker
when I came in before.

Little Blondie with a red dress.

She reminded me of your girl Sarah.

I was thinking about going
down there and grabbing her.

Why? 'Cause she reminded you of Sarah?

Yeah, I like your girl.
What do you want me to say?

I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Well, too bad about you, you prick.

You keep your eyes to yourself.

Hey, don't get your ass bent out of shape.

Look, you want me to go get her for you,

and I'll get someone else for myself?

No, I don't want a whore.

I want to sit tight, drink my beer,

and do what we got to do tonight,

and then I'm going back.

Going back where?

Upstate.

I'm done with this shit.

You're done with this shit?

Since when, huh? I thought we had a plan.

What do you want me to say, Richie?

I'll take care of Rusty like I promised.

But then I'm done.

Hey, what are you doing?
You breaking up with me?

Hmm?

What? Are you in love, Romeo, hmm?

What are you doing?

All right, suit yourself.

I don't understand why the hell you
would say something to your Uncle.

What are you, crazy? I didn't say anything.

It was Sergio.

Well, how the hell did he know?

How do you think he knew?

He saw us.

When?

I don't know, but he did.

Well, what does he
think he saw, Bernadette?

Because, unless I'm twisted,
we haven't done anything.

Maybe we should've.

'Cause we're sure paying
the price like we did.

Yeah, I'm paying the price, all right.

You know, there's a chance I might
get bounced out of the division,

and I thought it was because of your Uncle.

And now I'm thinking it might have
something to do with me and you.

Well, then...

Maybe it gives us more of a reason.

What's with you, Bernadette, huh?

I got enough bad shit going on right now

than to deal with you playing
me like you been playing me.

Well, maybe playtime's over.

I want to show you something.

- What are we doing here?
- Uh, it's a surprise.

What kind of a surprise?

Well, this is where I live.

- You live here?
- Mm-hmm.

What are you doing in this neighborhood?

Well, I don't want everyone
knowing what the hell I was up to,

so I figured I should get a
place out of the neighborhood.

Oh, so that's why you
wanted to go for a walk

all the way up here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Huh.

Come up for a drink?

All you want is a drink?

Muldoon. It's your father.

I need an update on this investigation.

I got nothing to say to you.

- What are you all pissy about?
- Well, let's see.

The fact that you and
mom went behind my back

and are helping Christine
to look for a house

and make the down payment.

You don't think that's something you
should've discussed with me first?

No, 'cause I already know
what your answer would be.

Yeah? Well, then why did you think
it was a smart idea to do that?

Because that girl wants her
kids out of the neighborhood,

and they should be out of the neighborhood.

Hey, dad, it's none of your business.

But she's married to a
stubborn, old donkey prick

whose only concern is for himself.

Well, guess what. We
didn't ask for your help

because we don't need your help.

Now, I got work to do. Goodbye.

Muldoon, let me get a minute with you.

What's the word, Lou?

So, how'd we do this month?

Surprisingly well, given
everything that's going on.

So the war on the West Side
didn't screw us up too badly.

Not yet, but if it continues, who knows?

What's the latest?

I really got nothing.

You know, I did a sit-down with Patton.

He was giving me nothing on Davis.

I got a meeting later on with a stoolie

who claims he knows
some shit, so we'll see.

All right, there's too
many eyes in Hell's Kitchen.

And I don't want them assholes

screwing up the good
thing we got going here.

I know, and look, I don't think
you have to worry about it.

I mean, Patton said they
were almost at the end.

So we'll see what that means.

So when you go out today, I
want you to take Shea with you.

Now, I know he's gone
out with the other guys,

and as you know, the
reviews have been mixed.

I don't know why we give a shit

about what the other guys think, all right?

Shea's old man is a boss, and him
and Johanson are asshole buddies.

All right, we all know that,
but the captain's having lunch

with the boy's father next week,

and he wants to at least
have some positive shit

to say about the kid if
that's possible, you know?

And... And because of that,

you specifically have been
chosen to take the kid out.

I hear you.

Consider it done, Lou.

Have a good day.

Couldn't get better.

Hey, Vince, when you get
a minute, take a seat.

I got to call you back.

What's up, Terry?

Look, we have got a very
good thing going on here,

and it would be a shame if you blew it.

So I need to know if I can trust you.

Oh, I give you my word, Terry.

My hand to God, I learned my lesson, pal.

Good.

Now, I need a favor...

Give you an opportunity to redeem yourself.

Anything you need.

All right, I just found out
I got to ride with Shea today.

What do you say you meet me
at the old town in an hour,

see if the kid's got any balls.

You want to see if he can dance?

That's what I'm thinking.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, gorgeous.

You remember me? Hmm?

How much?

What you talking about, cop?

Come on. I ain't a cop. How much?

Depends on what you want.

Oh, I want, uh... I want
some dancing lessons, right?

What do you think I want?

I don't know, cop. What do you want?

Look, I ain't a cop.

Come on, you think I'm a cop? Look at me.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Mame, you think
this guy looks like a cop?

No, look at his shoes.

You can always tell the cops by the shoes.

Oh, you don't like my shoes?

Here. Come on. Take a closer look.

- You want to see them?
- Nah, you ain't no cop.

I'll take a closer look.

Yeah, come on. Let's get
out of here. How much?

$15.

Yeah. All right. Let's do it.

Come on. After you.

Do you mind?

Mnh-mnh.

Whoever this is, it better be important.

Rusty, Rusty, Rusty, Rusty. Jesus,

I've been calling all over
town trying to find you.

Who is this?

Uh, it's Duffy.

How'd you get this number?

Look, Tommy Red told me to call you here.

Listen, I got something I
think you're gonna want to hear.

All right. What do you want?

I spotted Richie Kane on 48th street.

He's staying at the Stuyvesant Arms.

I've been camped out here all day.

Where are you right now?

I'm right across the
street. I went in there.

I asked the guy at the desk.
He's staying in room 302.

Good work, Duffy.

Now, you listen to me.

You keep your mouth shut about this,

and I will see to it that you
get your game back up and running.

You got me?

You got it.

Sorry, babe, I got to go
take care of something.

You're really gonna leave
me to go play with Duffy?

- Have fun.
- It's just gonna be quick.

It's just this little thing
I got to take care of, okay?

I'll be back in a few hours. I promise.

And don't move a muscle.

What do you say, Fitzy?

How about a beer over here?

Hello, Shea.

How are ya, Terry?

Very good.

Good.

And you?

How is life in plain
clothes treating you so far?

Just trying to learn the ropes, sir.

I hope I'm proving myself worthy.

It doesn't even matter if you're worthy.

You've got a big-time
Rabbi in your old man.

So even if we hated you,

we couldn't do anything about it.

Well, I think most of the men do hate me.

Nobody hates you, Shea.

They're just breaking your balls,

seeing what your made of,
seeing how thick your skin is.

You're not gonna last long
here if you can't take a joke.

I don't know, I think it
goes a little deeper than that

with some of the men.

Why do you think that is?

Because I'm different than them, maybe?

Different?

Different how? Because you went to college?

Yeah, because of my
father, I think they think

I... I had everything handed to me,

I never had to fight for anything.

Uh-huh, and what exactly
have you had to fight for?

Uh...

You see that, Shea? Now
I'm breaking your balls.

Right.

There's nothing to be ashamed
of having a hook like that.

That is how this department works.

It's how the whole city works.

It's all about the favor bank.

It's all about who you know
and who you've got some shit on,

who you've done favors for
and who you owe a favor to.

This is a big city,

and we're all connected
through those favors.

But, uh, speaking of fights,
let me ask you a question.

When was the last time
you were in a bar fight.

I've actually never
been in a bar fight, sir.

Never been in a bar fight.

What the hell's wrong
with you? Don't you drink?

Uh, yes, but I've never
been in a bar fight.

I guess it doesn't get too rowdy
out at the country club, I guess.

Oh, no. Hey, maybe I got lucky, you know?

Mm. So that pretty face

has never been hit by somebody's bare fist.

Not yet, no.

Do me a favor. Give me your gun and shield.

All right.

All right, take a look in the back.

You see that door there?

Yeah.

That leads to an alley.

I want you to go back there,

and I'll meet you there
in five minutes, all right?

W-why? What... What are you gonna do?

We're gonna have ourselves a fight.

- Come on.
- All right.

So, how bad you want me to hurt him?

Hey, listen, sir, I don't
think this is a good idea.

Just take off your coat,
and give it to me, Shea.

Oh, come on, isn't there some kind
of rule against hitting a superior?

Yes, there is, which is why
you're not gonna fight me.

You're gonna fight Vince.

Now, Vince, listen to me.

I got a little bit of
a situation on my hands.

I'm in the booth, I'm
having a drink with Shea,

and you know what he says to me?

He says he thinks you
look like the kind of guy

that likes to suck dick for a living.

- I didn't... I did not say that. I didn't
say that, Vince. - Can you believe that?

I said, "as long as I've known Vince,

I've never known him to suck a dick," so...

I didn't say anything
about you sucking dick.

Now, listen to me, Shea.

Now would be a good time
to take off the coat.

Look at him. He looks a little fired up.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Now, I'm not gonna let
him hurt you too bad.

Great.

But if you're gonna be in this division,

I need to know if you can take a punch.

Not bad. He can move.

Celeste hits harder than
he does, but he can move.

Ha ha.

All right, well, stop jerking around

and hit this friggin' kid already, will ya?

My pleasure.

Oh-ho-ho! All right, all right.

Hold on, hold on. Shea, you okay?

I'm good. I'm good.

Well, how about that, huh?

- The kid actually can take a punch.
- Yeah.

All right, well, we're
done here. Let's wrap it up.

No, no, if this dick-loving son of a bitch

wants to, uh, go, let's go. Come on.

- Ha ha ha ha.
- Suit yourself.

Can I actually hit him now?

Please do.

Jesus.

You okay?

That was fun.

You're all right, Shea.

Next round's on me. Come on.

Come on. Get in there.

All right.

Charlie.

Stacy.

Mom, I'd like you to
meet Mr. Charlie Bullman.

Charlie, this is my mother, Lois.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Potter.

Oh, please, call me Lois.

Oh, can I take your coat?

Oh, yes. I'm sorry we're late.

As you probably know already,

Stacy takes forever to get ready.

- Ah, no worries.
- Will you get mine, too?

It was, uh, well worth the wait,

'cause, uh, you're
looking gorgeous as ever.

And you're looking
beautiful, too, Mrs. Potter.

Oh. Lois.

Shall we?

Yes.

He's very handsome.

So, mom, when can we go see the house?

Stop asking, moron.

You heard dad. We're not going anywhere.

Don't call him that, Jimmy.

I don't know when we can
go out and see the house.

So we're not moving?

No, we're moving, but we just have to

figure some things out first.

Would we really move without Dad?

Of course not, moron.

James, enough of that.

No, Michael, we would not
move without your father.

But your father can be stubborn sometimes.

But eventually, he always comes around

and sees the error of his ways.

Mom, can you tell us

what the new house looks like again?

Okay, put your heads down on your pillows

and close your eyes.

It's on a beautiful tree-lined street,

and right on the front lawn

is a giant, 100-year-old sycamore tree.

And when me and grandma pulled up

and opened the doors of the car,

you couldn't believe the
smell of the fresh air.

You mean it doesn't smell
like piss like our front stoop?

Hey, you want to hear the story or not?

Mom, keep going.

Yeah, mom, keep going.

And inside the house,
there are three bedrooms,

and you'd each have you own room.

And there's a big living
room and a big kitchen,

and there's a backyard
where you can play sports

and ride your bicycles and...

No crazies on the street, too, mom?

No crazies on the street... Not anywhere.

So, uh, Charlie

how long have you been a police officer?

I've been on 22 years now.

You must've been a baby when you joined.

How old are you?

I'm 44.

Oh, you're just a few years older than me.

I'm surprised a man your
age isn't already married.

Well, uh, I was actually,
uh, married, uh, once before.

Stacy didn't mention that
when she told me about you.

Uh, well, I-I didn't feel the need

to give you his life story, mom.

I... I thought it was enough
that I met a really nice guy.

Well, I'm sorry, dear, but you know me.

I'm a nosy body.

And I just want to get to know the man

that my little girl is so crazy about.

Do you mind if I ask
about your first marriage?

Yeah, sure. Fire away.

Um, any kids?

Actually, uh, I got three.

Mm.

I got a, uh, 18-year-old daughter

who just got engaged,

and she's, uh... She's
really happy about that.

And I got a, uh, set of
14-year-old twin boys,

and they're... They're good guys.

That's lovely.

Have you met the children yet?

Um, no, not yet.

Well, I assume they live with their mother.

Uh, they... actually, they live with me.

Well, who takes care of
them while you're at work?

Oh, my... my mother lives with us.

A boy who still lives with his mother.

Oh, that's lovely.

Mm.

You got yourself a good one here, baby.

Thanks, mom.

But, Charlie, I think you're
hiding something from us.

What's that?

The ex?

I mean, where is she?

She completely out of the picture, or...

- Mom, please.
- What?

You're being rude.

I-I-it's all right, Stacy. It's okay.

Um... yeah, she's...
She's out of the picture.

Do you mind if I ask what happened?

I mean, did it have something
to do with being a cop?

I bet that's hard.

Well, she, uh... she died

about four years ago of, uh...

Uh, cancer.

Oh, Charlie.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, it's...

It's all right.

Oh.

I am so jealous

that you two get to live
in this beautiful city.

Yeah.

This is us.

So, uh, you gonna join us
upstairs for a nightcap?

My daughter keeps a
surprisingly well-stocked bar.

Huh.

You know, I would love to,

but, uh, I got to get to work.

This late at night?

Oh, mom, remember?

I told you he was recently
involved in a shootout.

Yeah, you know, we keep crazy hours

and we're in the middle
of a major investigation

and, uh, we got a meeting with a witness,

so, uh, unfortunately,
I can't do it tonight.

But it was a pleasure
meeting you, Mrs. Potter.

Oh. I mean, Lois.

And, uh, hopefully, I'll
get to see you again soon.

- Oh, I hope so, too.
- Yeah.

- I hope we see a lot more of you
in the future. - Absolutely.

Hey, uh, y-your mother
would've made a great detective.

Yeah.

She's something, huh?

She is.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry about your wife, Charlie.

I... I had no idea.

It's all right.

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

I should've, uh, mentioned
that to you earlier.

Well, thank you for doing this tonight.

It was my pleasure, Stacy.

Oh, shit.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you like that?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Oh, stay right there.

Oh, shit.

All right, hold your horses, Richie.

I'm coming.

What the hell was that? Was that a gunshot?

Aah!

Aah!

Jesus Christ! You got to be kidding me.

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Hey. You can't just leave me here.

Oh, shit!

Son of a bitch.

You're lucky you're wearing red!

I'll see you soon, Richie.