No Man's Land

We're all waiting for you.

- Hand me that ratchet, will you, uncle Mike? | - Yeah.

Your mother wants you to cut the turkey.

Have Jimbo do it.

She wants you. You know how she is.

You got your hands full with this one.

That's for sure.

Had my eye on one of these, | a long time ago.

- Yeah? | - Yeah.

Did some plumbing work for a guy | who couldn't pay.

No kidding.

Yeah, he wanted to trade me | his burgundy Porsche.

Should have done it.

Come on, you give me a ride | when you get this thing running.

Gotta get yourself cleaned up.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got me a f***in' | Oldsmobile instead.

- Rhea, where are the cranberries? | - I put 'em on the table, Bea.

Somebody make sure the cat | doesn't get into them.

Mary Jean, will you keep an eye on Prowler?

- Where is Benjy? | - He's taking a shower.

- Listen, we're gonna eat without you. | - No, you wouldnt.

- Nice gravy, Mom. | - Hotshot!

- Peggy! How you doing? | - Good!

- Gonna give me a nephew? | - Hope so, I'll name it after Dad.

Great.

- Who's that? | - Colleen.

Colleen, what happened?

- Somebody swiped your tooth. | - I lost 'em.

No. You know what? | Tooth Fairy asked me to give this to you.

- Thanks. | - You got it.

How you doing? | Come on. I want to talk to you.

Benjy, will you put this on the table, please? | Watch the cat.

- How's business? | - Good.

They keeping you busy?

City full of criminals. | A lot of tickets to write.

- So you like it? | - It's okay.

If you change your mind, | there's a lot of money to be made in poultry.

Your brother-in-law loves it.

Yeah, but he loves Peggy. | What does that prove?

That's my wife you're talking about, there.

It may not be cops and robbers, | but it's a good business.

People always gonna be eating chicken.

It's not cops and robbers. It's just a job. | Uncle Mike, will you help me out?

- Why don't you leave Benjy alone. | - I'm talking to Benjy, all right?

What does he need with chicken?

- Who's going to say grace? Benjy? | - How about Mary Jean?

Bless us, lord, and these, they gifts...

which we are about to receive | from thy bounty.

Through Christ, our lord, amen.

- Amen. | - All right. Good job. Okay, let's eat.

You made me look bad.

That's what I'm saying, okay?

I didn't mean to. | I thought he was going to hurt her.

You want to get your butt sawed off, | that's your business.

But if I'm standing there, | I gotta do something.

And I don't want to do nothin.

How are you, Ace?

- I get half the money on that. | - No, you dont.

What do I do with this?

Put it up here.

Mara.

- Lock these up for us, will you? | - You got it.

I'll have the usual.

Bring the shooters in here, will you, Ben?

Heath.

- What took you guys so long? | - We're driving down the street.

The kid sees this guy | kicking his ladys butt in the parking lot.

He wants me to pull over. We're off duty!

What? Them two on Washington?

- Yeah, you know 'em? | - Thems two at it all the time.

Beats the sh*t out of her once a week.

How was I supposed to know that?

So the kid, here, | he makes me pull over to a stop...

and he jumps right in the middle of it.

Here. Now, I got to do something.

Kid, you're off duty. | You see something, call a cop.

I am a cop.

Here it comes.

No, that's Bracey. Hey, man.

Jaws.

You're a long way from home, Lieutenant.

I'm looking for a guy named | Benjamin Taylor.

- That's me. | - That's me, sir.

That's me, sir.

Want to step over here?

I hear you're pretty good | with German cars, Porsches?

I'm okay.

You hear about Nick Grazziola?

- He's the detective that was killed last week. | - Yeah.

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