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Sorry to give you so much grief.

I served three tours in Afghanistan, Mr. Queen. You don't even come close to my definition of grief. But I tell you what… You ditch me one more time, no one will have to fire me.

This isn't a joke, Laurel. Martin Somers got attacked last night.

What?

Yeah.

By who?

It doesn't matter. Point is, you have whipped up a storm with these guys, and until the dust settles you'll be protected, okay? End of discussion.

That might have worked when I was eight. But it's not gonna work anymore.

End of discussion, Laurel! You're insistent on doing your job, that's great. But this is me doing mine, okay? And not just as a father, but as a cop. These people, they are more dangerous than you are willing to admit. And you've made them angry.

I'd say thank you, but I don't think that would cover it.

Well, like I told your cop friend, I was just doing my job. Besides, I think it should be you that I'm thanking.

What for?

The knife.

The knife. I got lucky.

That was a kitchen knife. It wasn't even weighted properly, yet you threw it with accuracy across a 10-foot room.

Exactly. I got lucky.

Okay, this is a surprise. Did you show up here by mistake?

By invitation. Oliver invited me last night.

Last night?

Is that surprise or jealousy I'm hearing?

Look, I just don't want him to find out anything, okay? Oliver has been through a lot.

Tommy, we've all been through a lot.

Whoever he is, it seems like he's trying to help.

The city doesn't need that kind of help, okay? It's like I always told you, you don't need to go outside the law to find justice. Now I believe that. All right? And I promise you, when I catch this guy, he's gonna believe it, too.