Malcolm, for one, is happy to see his stern face, surveying the room as he enters. But Gil’s kid gets himself in enough trouble without all this help and he doesn’t even know he was at the shooting they responded to earlier, mysteriously void of both shooter and victim.

“Do you know about the Irish mafia?” Malcolm asks with no preamble. “The Flynns, specifically?”

It might fall to Neal to remember social niceties. Like introductions. Hard to believe Malcolm was to the manner born sometimes.