Patriots Day

- Hey. - What's going on?

He's definitely in there. He ain't openin' the door.

- You hopped up? - Absolutely.

Harrold?

Harrold!

Hey, buddy, I wanna talk to you! Open the door!

I hear him in there.

Harrold! Take your weapons out.

Last chance, Harrold!

Fuck.

Fuckin'...

Ahh!

Shit.

Harrold! Harrold?

- Fuck! Fuck you! - Fucking kidding me!

You fucking guys can't kick the fuckin' door?

- Harrold, get some clothes on! - I got my hands up.

- Don't fucking shoot me! - Shut up! Hey!

What the fuck are you doin'? You guys gonna just stand there?

Go in there and get him! Put some clothes on him!

I fuckin' didn't do nothin'!

Fuck did I kick that fuckin' door?

- Hey, Commish. - Chris.

Third floor upstairs.

- Third? - Yeah.

- What happened with "Shan-creek-a"? - I was just goin' over there

to have an appointment with this female,

and this lady came out of nowhere

- and brained me with a smoothie. - Her daughter says you pushed her.

Sir, I was tryin' to make an escape...

- Did you push her? - After the smoothie.

- So you did... - What's up, Tommy.

Whoa! This is an occasion. Commish exitin' the SUV?

- Is this a homicide? - It's not. You've been misinformed.

You're fuckin' kiddin' me. It's not a homicide?

- Nope. - No, sir. No, sir.

- Why are you bleeding? - I was trying to tell your officers, sir.

This woman is crazy.

And she hit me with a fuckin' smoothie in the head.

What are you talkin' about? Like, a drink or somethin'?

No, like a fuckin' smoothie, you know?

Like you would smooth your clothes out with.

- An iron? A fuckin' iron? - An iron!

- For fuck's sake! - It's called an iron, Harrold.

- Yes, sir, a smoothie. - Shut up.

Commish, I should be a captain or a deputy-super

or probably even your job by now.

I can't take much more of this shit.

You dug that hole.

You know, my fuckin' knee is killin' me.

He kicked the fuckin' teeth out of a vice cop in Back Bay.

How do you fuck your knee up kickin' a guy in the mouth?

I over-kicked. I hyper-extended it.

- I thought he fuckin' got suspended. - Hey! I fuckin' hear you, numb-nuts.

- Sorry, that's what I heard. - What'd you hear?

- I heard that you got suspended. - Do I look suspended?

- No, sir. - He doesn't look suspended.

Would I be sittin' here starin' at you two chowderheads if I was suspended?

No, I wouldn't. Life is a rigged fucking game.

You two just passed "Go." Buckle it the fuck up.

- Harrold, you're under arrest. - Actually accurate.

You go home, put some ice on that knee, and get some sleep.

- Got the race in five hours. - Catchin' drunks at the marathon.

Boss, please, don't make me wear the clown suit.

It's the last hoop, Tommy.

You walk your beat, smile, and you're officially out of the doghouse.

One more day.

Weather's gonna be nice, pretty girls, fresh air, be like a big picnic.

Everybody loves a picnic.

- Pizza delivery for Patrick. - Hey, baby.

Hey. How was work?

This sweet old man came in and gave that to me today.

Mr. Flanagan.

His wife was on my floor a couple months back.

Stage four, so we were just there to keep her comfortable.

I guess before she passed, she told him she wanted me to have it.

- Huh. - I hardly knew them,

but he was so sweet and so sad,

and I was just holding him and hugging him.

Look at how pretty that is.

Isn't that beautiful?

And you made me dinner?

- How's your dissertation coming? - Huh!

- Two paragraphs, both deleted. - Uh-huh.

And, uh, but I did tag some cool apartments in San Francisco to show you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Look at you, so excited. - Well, I'm really excited

that we're taking the day off tomorrow.

- Mmm. - And I think after my masterpiece pizza,

we're gonna have to go on a run at some point.

- Tomorrow? No, honey. - Yeah.

There's three things you can do on Patriots Day.

One's watch the marathon, the other one's run the marathon,

and the third one is get down to Fenway and yell for those Red Sox.

- Yellin' for the Red Sox. - Sox.

- Sox. - Mmm. Red "Sahx."

- Red "Sahx." - Red "Sahx."

- There you go. - I think you just wanna stay

in bed with me all day.

- Wanna know what I think? - Mmm.

I think the reason Mrs. Flanagan wanted you to have it

was because she knew you would hold him when he gave it to you.

You're a very sweet man.

I know. Cheers.

To the Red Sox.

Yeah. "Sahx."

- Sox. - "Sahx."

"Sahx."

Did you change the software and shit?

All right, let's see.

Uh, yeah. Got it.

Yes!

- Hey, Li. What's up, guys? - Oh, hey, Sean, what's up?

Wow! What are you feedin' that thing?

It looks like he could outrun the squad car.

- She definitely could. - Look at this!

- Can I touch it? - No.

No. No.

So what about the Zac cowboy concert?

- Zac Brown Band, yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah, I'll get ten tickets.

Hey, it's gonna be a cultural experience, okay?

You're gonna get a better education than MIT,

Harvard, BU, BC.

I need everybody's hat sizes, we'll all get hats.

- Yeah, cool. - Get right.

- All right, boys. - Thanks.

Well, listen, you know I like my chicken fried,

- a cold beer on a Friday night... - Me, too.

...and my jeans that fit too tight.

- Just right. Your jeans, just right. - Just right. Just right.

Do you think you'll definitely come?

- Or... - Yes. I will be there.

Okay. Cool. Yeah.

Oh, Tommy!

I'm sorry. I just gotta get my clothes for tomorrow.

Tommy, oh, my God. Get the fuck out of my room.

- But this is our room. - You know, now I can officially

tell your blood alcohol by the frequency of key scratches on the lock.

- It's a predictive pattern, Tommy. - I had two pops, okay?

It's medicinal. And I got roll call...

- You sound like... - ...in four hours and 42 minutes.

- ...elephant. - I'm sorry. All right?

Please, come on, just go. I'll see you in the morning.

Hey... want me to cuddle with you?

- No! I told you to leave, Tommy. - Come on.

- I love you. - I love you.

- Go on. You're wakin' me up. - I'm sorry. All right?

- Okay. Quit ya' talkin'. - Go back to sleep.

- Bye-bye. - Bye, bye.

You wanna go get your drink?

One on top? You thirsty?

Yeah, let's go. Come on.

What do you want? Juice? Milk?

Mommy, Mommy, open.

Here you go, baby.

Let's go in the room.

Uniform's dry.

I also swapped out the battery in your shoulder mic.

I haven't seen you in your uniform for a while.

Yeah, that was on purpose.

- Oh, God. - Come on. Let me see it.

- Don't start. - Mmm. Kinda turns me on.

- Really? - Gotta get your hair cut first.

It's at the top of my list.

God, I gotta put this thing on.

Do I look like a clown?

- Why are you laughing? - I'm not.

- I look like a clown. - No! It's just...

- No, it's okay. - It's your color.

I'm basically a crossing guard, all right?

And they send me to the Marathon, at the finish line

with the biggest VIPs in the city, and everybody's gonna break my balls.

- You got my whistle and my stop sign? - Come here. Gimme a kiss.

- I love you. - I love you.

I'll see you later on, all right?

- All right. - I'll see you tonight.

Don't kick any cops.

- I'll try not to. - I hear they hate that.

Sweetheart? You saw me yesterday, right?

- Mm-hmm. - So, is it just me,

or am I gettin' a little better lookin' every day?

Why don't you come over here, and I'll show you how good-lookin' you are?

Boy, I wish I had time for that.

Love you.

What do you want, a muffin or a bagel?

- Oh, bring me a muffin, please. - Yes, doll.

- Love you! - Love you!

- Hey, Tiesha. - Morning, Sergeant Jeff.

- How's your day today? - It is a muffin day, sweetheart.

- We got blueberry. - Oh. You're an angel.

- I try to be, just for you. - How's school goin'?

The boys leavin' you alone, lettin' you study?

They are. They have no choice.

In the cup.

- Have a great day. - You, too.

Right over there, next to the table.

Are we feeding that other video or no time to?

Nobody in the VIP section at all.

Unless they have credentials, period, all right?