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White Color(ƒzƒƒCƒgƒJƒ‰[) ƒV[ƒYƒ“3yŒ´‘čzNeighborhood Watch

Got it. Anything?

We talked to businesses at 47th and Park. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Midtown north detectives canvassed a five-block radius. Fistfight, guy stiffed a cabbie out of his fare.

canvass Ú‚ľ‚­’˛¸‚ˇ‚é stiff •Ľ‚í‚Č‚˘ cabbie ƒ^ƒNƒV[‰^“]Žč

Phones went down briefly in an office building.

go down ŒĚá‚ˇ‚é

Tip jar was looted at a coffee house.

loot —Ş’D‚ˇ‚é

And an ATM malfunctioned. Bank manager said it was nothing, didn't lose a dime.

malfunction Œë“Žě

I appreciate the diligence, and so does Elizabeth.

diligence ‹Î•×

Hey, look, my mom's convinced that her dry cleaner's part of the mob.

Christie was positive one of her patients was on the "Most Wanted" list.

Well, glad to know El's paranoia is run-of-the-mill. And, from the looks of it, it's all good in my hood.

run-of-the-mill ‚ ‚č‚Ó‚ę‚˝ from the looks of it ‚ť‚Ě—lŽq‚ž‚Ć it's all good in my hood ‚Ů‚Ě‚Ú‚Ěƒ^ƒEƒ“

Ooh.

I can't really pull that phrase off, can I?

Not even close.

You're under a lot of pressure. It's okay.

All right, keep an eye on the approach. I'm gonna get a closer look.

Careful, the churlish fellow we spied before could still be here, and he may or may not be armed.

churlish ‚Ô‚Á‚Ť‚ç‚Ú‚¤‚Č

He's got a lock-pick set in there. No gunman, but I see the duffel bag. You got a knife handy?

We said we wouldn't break in.

I'm not breaking in. I'm reaching in. Moz, the bag is right here. I need something sharp to pry the window.

pry ‚Ů‚ś‚­‚é

Mrs.Suit made me leave my tools.

We don't have time. Come on.

There's nothing in here but old tofu boxes and sprout containers.

sprout ‚ŕ‚â‚ľ

Never mind. I got something.

Careful! This neighborhood is rife with tetanus.

tetanus ”j•— rife – ‰„‚ľ‚Ä

I don't know what that means!

It means to hide, obviously.

Uh, hello?

Huh. Paper in the green bin.

bin ƒSƒ~” 

Excuse me, that's for paper.

Uh, not paper towels or napkins.

What are you doing in my trash?

Trash? I don't think so. I'm the founder of the Cobble Hill Recycling Bureau.

I don't care who you are. Get off my property. Don't come back.

Oh, fine. I do not suffer repeat offenders.

suffer ‹ę‚ľ‚Ţ offender ˆá”˝ŽŇ

Well, whatever he's planning, he's got the tools to break in. I saw an Elite III lock-pick set in there.

These people are environmental terrorists.

Can you focus? Please?

Right. An Elite III pick set. Strictly government issue.

Yeah, or black market.

Yeah, you convinced yet?

What kind of lock-pick set?

Look, the bottom line is it's illegal, and if Peter sees it, he can confiscate it and get a warrant to search the rest of the house.

confiscate ˇ‚ľ‰Ÿ‚ł‚Ś‚é

Okay. How do we get him to see it?

Well, that's the problem.

Well, I don't think Peter's gonna be peeping through windows.

No, he can't.

But if he's invited inside the house and sees it in plain sight...

in plain sight ‚ć‚­ŒŠ‚Ś‚éó‘Ô

Great. How do I get an invitation?

"Meet your neighbors" dinner party.

Okay, if my neighbors are criminals, do you really think they're gonna host houseguests?

Judging by their trash, they're a couple of health-food nuts.

How's your garden doing?

Hi. Elizabeth Burke. My husband and I live right down the street.

Yes?

We saw the moving trucks a couple weeks ago. Um, housewarming present? Summer peas from my garden.

You grew these.

100% local organic.

Thank you. Rebecca Ryan.

Hi.

Ben's gonna love these -- my husband.

We'd normally have you guys over for dinner, but we're actually renovating our kitchen.

Well, when your reno is done, we'd love to come over.

Oh, the peas will be dead by then. It's so sad when you grow such healthy things and you're not able to use them. Are you enjoying your kitchen?

You want to come over for dinner tonight? Do you like quinoa?

We love quinoa.

Quin-what?

Quinoa. It's delicious -- a super food.

And I thought you were getting dressed up for me. You know, I heard some new lingo from cyber crimes that I could whisper in your ear.

lingo ę–ĺ—pŒę

Oh, you can... After we have dinner with the Ryans.

I don't know about new neighbors. You know, it starts with dinner, then the next thing you know, one of them still has my belt sander.

Aw, I know, honey. I know.

At least when crooks take your stuff, you can arrest them.

crook ˆŤ“}

Well, who knows? Maybe the Ryans are crooks, and maybe you'll have to arrest them.

No, I'm not telling them what I do. You know they'll start asking me to make their parking tickets go away.

Okay, well, just remember two things -- We're redoing our kitchen, and you love quinoa.

We're redoing our kitchen?

Or we can invite them over, and you can give Ben a private tour of your carpentry cabinet.

Babe, the Burkes are here.

6:30 already?

Um, Rebecca, this is my husband.

Hi. Peter. Always glad to meet new neighbors.

Hi.

Hey.

Ben.

Peter.

Hey.

Elizabeth.

Hi.

So, I was just finishing cleaning up in here, but, uh, why don't you come on in, have a seat?

Lovely house.

Oh, we're still in boxes, but it's coming.

Well, we brought you some rose.

Thanks.

Let me open this.

There's a corkscrew in the side table. I'll be right down.

They get dinner, and we're trapped here in the car.

Oh, Mrs.Suit thought of that. She packed a meal.

And out comes the deviled ham.

No, wait. No foul odors of mayo or flaked pig. Ah. A nice beaujolais.

odor L‚˘

Oh. Peter gets apple juice. She made croque-monsieur.

Oh, one with gruyere, one sans.

Definitely a notch above the typical FBI stakeout.

notch ŠK‹‰

Merci for stating the obvious.

Oh, Peter always puts on the game. I don't know if you want to...

Oh, nine innings -- The same number as Dante's circles. You know, if you play your cards right, your days of deviled ham may be coming to an end.

If my sentence gets commuted? Yeah. That's true. No more long nights in parked cars.

Small mercies.

Yeah. I don't know. Sometimes Peter will tell a story about a bust or an old case, and those nights are all right.

You're bordering on nostalgia.

border —אڂˇ‚é

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