fitzsimons: senior constable richard reeves is a childhood friend. and i'm judging by your blue unifororm, you turned d into the good boy. did he turn into the bad boy or not? richard: not in my opinion, yeah. not from what i know, no. no, i go up and give him a hongi and shake his hand and ask him how things are because i haven't seen him for a few years. fitzsimons: you're not troubled by his "ftp"--"... the police" under his chin? richard: no,o, that's--to me, that's obviously history he's got with whoever he's dealt with. i work on a sort of a--i think,k, like, people mightht lk at the uniform and they just see the police, but there's actually a person behind that, , so if tt "ftp" is aimed at me, i mighght take offense, but i don't think it is, talking to him. fitzsimons: hmm. you've hardly been sentt to purgatory, though. i mean, this is--this is an extraordinary community. ko: yeah, real tight-knit here. everyone knows each other and pretty much walk into each other's house and just go straight to the fridge. fitzsimons: [chuckles] so you've be