Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 8, Episode 12 - The Brave - full transcript

Oh, what do you mean
he ghosted you?

We went on a couple of dates
and had fun and then nothing.

Nothing?

He didn't respond to any of
my texts or my phone calls.

He's not interested.

Why?

You tell me.

I have no idea.

Well, maybe you
did that thing.

What thing?

The thing where you
chew really loud.



I don't chew really loud!

You are the only person that
has a hang-up about that.

If you say so.

12-David, we have
a 10-30, robbery in progress

at Exceptional Deli,

174 West 74th Street.
Oh, come on.

You're under arrest.
- Move it.

Anything you say or do
will be used against you

in a court of law.

Thank God you're here.

- Follow me.
- If you need an attorney,

one will be provided for you.
This kid tried to rob me.

- Get him off of me!
- You have the right to remain silent.

Billy, what's going on?



Whoa, come over here.
Calm down, calm down.

This man is under arrest
for-for petty larceny, Jamie.

For-for-for stealing
and disobeying an order

and for being a really bad guy.
- Okay.

Okay, Billy. How about this?
Okay, Billy. Calm down.

How about this?
We go outside

and we'll take care
of this, okay?

Uh... stealer!

All right. All right, Billy.
Okay.

All right.

He stole those cigarettes
and-and-and he stole candy.

I don't steal candy.
- Right.

We-we know, we know, Bill,
we know you don't.

But, hey. Hey, Bill.
Bill, hey.

When-when something
like this happens,

what are you supposed to do?

Call...

9-1-1.

Call 911. But-but-but he-he was
going to flee the scene.

He was breaking
the law, Bill,

and you're a good citizen
for trying to help.

Next time, don't put
yourself in harm's way.

Otherwise, you'd be
putting us out of a job.

I don't want to do that.

- You call 911.
- Mm-hmm.

And if they run,
we'll chase 'em, okay?

Are you going to arrest him?

Yeah, he's getting
a desk appearance ticket

and he's gonna have to
explain himself to a judge.

Oh, ho, ho.
Good!

All because
of you, Billy.

But, hey, listen, next time...

Call 911. Call 911
and, uh, don't hold him.

Right.

You be careful out there.
You, too, Billy.

Yeah, you be careful, Bill.

And one more bonus of the job,

you can sit down with
a president, a rock star,

famous athlete,
and a cop.

Whose stories does
everyone want to hear?

The cop's.

Believe it or not, yes.

I've seen it many times,
and I'll tell you why.

Some have happy endings,
some have heartbreaking ones.

But the best ones reveal
the unvarnished truth

of who we really are.

Sounds like you really
miss being a cop.

I miss the job every single day.

But I really, really
miss the bad guys.

Well, by that, I mean, there is
no better feeling for a cop

than slapping the cuffs
on a bad guy

and getting him off the street.

All right, well,
we've taken enough

of the police
commissioner's time,

unless anybody has any last,
final question?

Well, I have a question
for all of you.

How many of you want to be cops?

Anyone?

Yeah.

I want to be the first black
female police commissioner.

Good for you.

But not 'cause I like cops
or anything like that.

'Cause I want to
change the system.

I want to change
everything about it.

Okay, uh, listen up.

We're gonna
exit out this way.

Officer Dubrowski is gonna
take you back downstairs.

Follow him.

Thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

Um, sorry.

Um, what's your name?
- Sophia.

Um, can I give you this?

I'd love it if
you called me.

I'd like to talk to you
some more about this.

Sure. Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.
Oh, thank you.

Thank you.
Good luck, Sophia.

Thanks.

Hey!
- Hi.

You got here early.

Hi, Lieutenant.

Ms. Reagan.

I'm glad I got
to hear that.

I didn't even know
you missed the job.

Well... I do miss
living those stories.

Well, as you can see, nobody
wants to be a cop anymore.

I do.

You do?

What do you know.

I signed up to take
the exam on Monday.

Well...
I'll leave you two.

I'll catch you later, boss.

Yeah.

But I didn't tell Mom yet.

Well, you want it
to be a surprise.

Why don't I think
she'll be happy about it?

Why wouldn't she be
happy about it?

It's the family business.

Because it's the
family business.

Let's talk.

All I'm asking is that you
request that he be remanded.

It's not my case.

What do you mean
it's not your case?

You're the
supervising ADA.

Last time I checked, supervising
means you're the boss.

Good morning, Anthony.

Used to be.
- Yeah.

Nice to see you, too.

We need to speak to the witness
in the Sanchez murder case.

Uh, the vic's grandmother.

Yeah, Rosalie Morales.
I remember her.

Yeah, and I want to make sure
that she's prepped for court.

Erin Reagan.

Ah, right.

I'll be right over.

Can you speak to
the witness on your own?

Think you
can handle that

all by yourself, tough guy?

Yeah, well, at least I don't
have to come up here

begging my sister
for favors.

You know, I remember when you
used to knock down doors.

Now you just open doors.

Guys, guys.

You know how juvenile you sound?

Thank you, Anthony.

Let me know how it goes.

Don't forget the door
on the way out.

Excuse me.

Have you seen this woman around?
Ms. Morales?

The massage parlor, upstairs.

Thank you.

Hello?

♪ Blue Bloods 8x12 ♪
The Brave
Original Air Date on January 12, 2018

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Excuse me. Anthony Abetemarco,
was he brought in?

He's being prepped
for surgery.

- Well, can I see him?
- I'm sorry.

Can you at least tell me

if he's gonna be okay?
- Hey.

Hey.
- He's okay.

He's not likely.

You saw him?

I came in as soon as it
went out over the air.

Seems like the bullet didn't
hit any major arteries,

but did do
some muscle damage.

I... It's all my fault.
I should've been with him.

I...
- Okay, no, take it easy.

All right? What would've
happened then?

You would've
been shot, too.

- You have a shooter?
- No.

When Anthony came in,
he was unconscious.

We don't have any
witnesses yet,

but I promise you,
as soon as I hear anything,

I will let you know.

Wait. You're investigating?

Yeah, I'm investigating.

Look, whatever differences
he and I have, he's still a cop.

I'm on it.

Oh, what a mess.
Can I help you?

Help us?

Don't you mean
can we help you?

It's our crime scene.

My crime scene.

Who are you?

Mancuso, I'm with the
Department of Investigation.

So?

So?

I'm looking
into the shooting.

Why is D.O.I. looking into this?

Yeah, what'd you think
Anthony was doing here?

Getting a happy ending
or something?

Are you gonna be a problem?

Look, we caught the shooting, so
it would save us all some time

if we just cooperate.
It's fine by me.

As long as you understand
that on corruption matters,

I take the lead.

That's fine by us
because, unlike you,

we don't get our jollies off of
looking for dirt on other cops.

Good cops don't have
any dirt to find.

Mm-hmm.
- Any witnesses?

The owner says he was the
only one here at the time.

Good. Where was he
at the time?

Says he was in the back.

Heard some yelling,
then shots were fired.

When he finally came out,
Anthony was on the floor,

and the shooter was in the wind.

That's convenient.

Sure is.

And let me guess, you don't
have a description

of the shooter,
either, do you?

He said he didn't see him.

Did you lean on him?

Of course you didn't.
You know, maybe,

you ought to stick to
investigating corruption

instead of shootings.

I'm looking for
Anthony Abetemarco.

Are you family?

I'm his wife. Ex-wife.

Vivian Abetemarco.

He's still in surgery.

H-How much longer?

It will be a while.
I would take a seat.

Vivian?

Hi, Erin Reagan.

You're Erin Reagan.

Nice to meet you.

And this is?

Our daughter, Sophia.

Hi.

Is my dad gonna be okay?

That's what the doctors
are telling me.

You can sit, honey.
We'll probably be here a while.

It's nice to finally
meet her, though.

I wish it was under
different circumstances.

He's always talking
about you to her.

He is?
- Yeah. He is.

Always telling her to be
just like Erin Reagan.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, Anthony thinks
very highly of you.

Me, not so much.

I'm... I'm sorry?

You sent Anthony to interview
a witness by himself.

I certainly did not mean
to put him in harm's way.

Right.

But he just can't say no to you.

I told you, he never came here.

So you were here
all day, though?

Yes, all day.

You ever go to that
massage parlor next door?

Do I look like I go
to a massage parlor?

So the detective
who was supposed to

interview me about
my granddaughter's murder

went to the
massage parlor instead?

We don't know that. We're still
investigating what happened.

Uh-huh. I can tell
you what happened.

He took a "detour."

We'll take your theory
under advisement.

So, this place next door,
the massage parlor--

what can you tell us
about it?

I know it's mostly men go there.

I know it's mostly women
work there.

You're the detectives,
you figure it out.

We'll let ourselves out.

She's here.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hi.

How's Anthony?

He's gonna be okay.

That's good to hear,
but not why you're here.

No.

Nicky?

I don't want her to take
the police exam, Dad.

And why not?

I just came from Anthony,
shot in the line of duty.

Which has absolutely nothing
to do with her taking the test.

It does to me.

It's a classroom test.

It's not an undercover
narcotics operation.

It's the first step.
And Nicky is not a cop.

You don't know that.

I am very proud to come
from a cop family.

It defines who I am
and what I do.

Nicky is not a cop.

She doesn't get to decide

what she wants to do
for a living?

That's not fair.

But it is the real
question here.

You remember when I wanted
to take the exam--

how Mom reacted?

Yes. But moms are hardwired

to worry about
their child's safety.

And I'm a mom first.

I find it hard to believe
you have no idea

why this guy
stopped calling you.

How can that be?

Well, most guys find out
that I'm a cop,

and that's an
instant turnoff.

God forbid I should
carry a gun and kick ass.

So, maybe that's it.

No.

This guy seemed to be
one of the few

who thought it was cool.

Well, maybe you did something
to turn him off.

See, there you go again.

What?
- Why do you always assume

it's something that I did?

Why can't it be that
he's insecure,

or that he had hang-ups
about something,

or that he's immature?

Uh, no, I...

All units in the vicinity of
West 81st Street and 9th Avenue,

we have an unauthorized male,
white, operating an NYPD RMP.

Stand back.
Stand back. Stand back!

Put your hands on the wheel,
where I can see 'em!

Stand back!
Stand back!

Captain, Captain,
we know this guy.

I said hands
on the wheel, now!

Hands on your head.
Hands on your head now!

He wouldn't hurt anybody.

He stole an RMP.

He's a cop buff, boss.

Let me see your hands!

- Billy. Billy, don't move.
- Put your hands where I can see 'em!

Don't reach for anything.

Let me see your hands.

He's developmentally disabled.

- We know him from the neighborhood.
- Congratulations.

He doesn't have a gun.

Everyone, hey, please,
holster your weapons.

Holster your weapons!

Do not holster your weapons.
Stand down, Officer.

Please, let me go in there
and talk to him.

Okay, tell everyone to
holster their weapons.

Stand down, Officer.
That's an order.

Hands on your head.
You're under arrest, Jamie.

Okay, look, Billy, I'm putting
my hands on my head. Look.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say may
be used against you...

What-what are you doing?

You have the right
to an attorney.

Lower your damn weapons!

Officer! Officer!

- You have the right to an attorney.
- I'm giving you a direct order

to return back to your RMP.

...one, one will be
provided for you.

Okay, can I come talk
to you, Billy?

Having understood them, do you
still wish to speak to me?

I do wish to speak
to you, Billy.

I do. Because we got
a situation here.

We got a situation here.
Yeah, you see these

other officers?

They're a little scared,
all right?

So I need you
to help me

show them that everything
is okay.

Can you do that?

I heard a 1085.

Okay.

"Officer needs assistance."
I wanted to help!

1085!
- Okay, Billy,

but right now,

I'm the officer
that needs assistance, okay?

So can you help me out?

Help Jamie.

Can you do that?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.
- Okay.

All right,
I'm gonna open the door,

and we're gonna walk
back to my car.

Hands behind your
head, all right?

Okay?

Okay.

Hands on your head.

Hands on my head.

Okay?

Right?

Okay, Billy.

Okay, I'm gonna...

You know what?
Can we show these guys?

How we cuff people, Billy?

Okay, Jamie.

All right, let's do it.

Okay, hands behind your back.

This is how we do it.

Right?

Okay.

You're a good cop.

You, too, Bill.

All right?

Hmm.

You disobeyed a direct order.
I was just trying to tell you

that we knew the guy, boss.
Why couldn't you trust me?

It's not my job
to trust you.

It's to make decisions
that keep my officers safe.

I just wanted an opportunity...

You don't get an opportunity
to do anything without my say.

Just wanted you to know that
we knew the guy, that he had mental problems.

Which makes the situation
even more volatile.

I knew he didn't have a gun.

And how did
you know that?

Was it your Spidey-sense?

I knew I could talk him down.

You think, because
your last name is Reagan,

that you can disobey orders,

and do whatever
it is you want.

I think I can do
whatever I want to do

because you're clearly
a jackass.

Oh, wait.

Jamie. Hey, listen. Hey.

didn't mean that.

Tensions were high.
We know Billy.

Now you have your girlfriend
sticking up for you?

What did you just say?
- Eddie.

You really are a jackass.

Consider yourselves suspended.

Pending charges for
insubordination.

Before you sign off,
you got to turn in your shields,

your guns and your I.D. badges.

Oh, no.

Did I die and wake up in Hell?

That's funny.

Doc says you're gonna be okay.

Yeah? Then why are you here?

'Cause I caught the case.

Would you mind answering
a few questions for me?

Yeah, I do mind.

Oh, come on.

Look, I get it, all right?

We're not fans
of each other.

You think I'm a prick,
I know you're an ass.

But it is
what it is. Okay?

That's personal,
this is business.

Now, just help me find the son
of a bitch who did this to you.

Hello?

Oh, you know what? Whatever.

I tried Morales's apartment.

She wasn't in.

I showed a photo
to her neighbor,

and she pointed me
to the massage parlor.

When I was walking up
the stairs,

I heard two guys arguing
in Spanish.

I got shot just as I
was taking out my gun.

I'm pretty sure I hit him.

Wait, you... you hit him?

Yeah.
You mean you shot the perp?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay, where'd you hit him?

I mean, where on the body
did you hit him?

Hit his leg, I think.

But I didn't do
too much damage

because he was still able
to hightail it out of there.

Okay. All right.

Now, see, was that difficult?

Okay, um...

One other question. Um...

What the hell were you doing
at the massage parlor?

I just told you.

Right. You went there

because you thought
the grandmother

that you were looking for

was supposed to be there
in the massage parlor.

First of all, this grandmother
is 60 years old, not 100.

Mm.
- And why would I doubt it

when I was told
she was at the massage parlor?

I don't know.

Oh, I get it.

What?
- You think I was there

on company time
getting a massage.

What?!

You think I-I'm looking
for happy endings...

- Oh.
- ...in a sleazy massage parlor

for kicks while I'm on duty?

That's not what I was saying.

I mean, obviously,
it wasn't a happy ending.

Look how the hell
it turned out for you.

Get the hell out!

Leave me alone.

Get out.

Go!
- All right.

No misgivings about
her taking the test?

None.

- What if she wasn't related to you?
- Still none.

Even in this climate?

In spring, summer and fall.

Thank you, Baker.

I think it is a
calling and an honor

to serve in this department.

But that it's Nicky
doesn't even make you blink?

If a smart, savvy,
young candidate

from a long line
of dedicated cops

wants to take the exam--
if I blink at that,

you should throw me
out the door.

And...

on another
kind of related matter,

I've been looking at the
curriculum for our explorers.

I didn't like much
of what I saw.

Which part?

The part that says
police work is the same

as every other
civil service job.

In other words,
most of the parts.

Well, I could take a look-see.

Look, it's kind of like
recruiting for the NBA

and stressing
the great knee doctors

and free sneakers.

Kind of misses the heart of it.

Well,
I don't think it's that bad.

Well, it's what I think it is.

Well, what kind of heart
you talking about?

The kind that makes them want
to become cops

would be a good start.

Garrett?

Well, how do you
safely replicate the thrills

of being on the street?
These are kids.

Our best cops
telling their best stories.

She's early.

Oh, okay.

Let's have her.

- Hey.
- Nicky.

- How's it going?
- Hi, guys.

We'll finish this later?

Get started on it first.

Please.

Okay, let's hear it.

Hear what?

Why I shouldn't take the exam.

You think that's
why I asked you up here?

Why else?

Why would I do that?

Because Mom asked you to.

Have I ever done something

simply because your mother
asked me to?

I have no way of knowing that.

Okay, have I ever
denied you anything

without hearing you out first?

No.

Thank you.

For your information,

I asked you up here
to help you study.

Really?

Really.

And what about Mom?

- I didn't invite her.
- I meant

about how
she's feeling.

Oh, her job is to worry
and give you reasons

why you shouldn't do something
and hopefully,

a few reasons
why you should.

Take a look at that picture
for exactly five minutes

and then I'm gonna
ask you questions.

Here's the tip.

Notice all the
surroundings.

Don't just look
at the person.

How many entrances
to the building?

How many windows
in the building?

What lights are on

in those windows?

What time of day is it?

Stuff like that.

Go.

It is possible Anthony
went off the reservation,

took a detour.

I doubt it.
It's not his M.O.

I thought you
didn't like him.

I don't like him
poaching our cases.

Doesn't make him a bad cop.
Hello.

Yeah, I'm still here.

I just said "hello," didn't I?

Yeah.

In the leg?

Uh-huh. Okay.
Got it. Thanks.

St. Irene's had a gunshot Vic
with a leg wound.

Name?

Dominic Carbone.

Weapons possession,
drug possession,

did a year at Rikers.

Court case pending.

Greatest hits list.

Looks like a real rock star.

Let's go.

I told you,
I didn't do anything.

You didn't do anything.

So, how the hell'd you get
the bullet in your leg?

I shot myself by accident
cleaning my gun.

You got a permit
for that gun?

Come on,
it's a bad neighborhood.

Cut the crap, Dominic.

You want to
tell us why the hell

you shot a cop?

I didn't.

- You didn't? - Uh-uh.
- So, who the hell did?

You want me to have a bullet
in my head instead of my leg?

Well, you shot a cop.

You're lucky you don't have
a bullet in your head already.

You know, the thing about birds,
you treat them right,

take care of them like I do,

they find their way home
every time.

Mm-hmm. Is that right?

The more you fly them,
the smarter they get.

Well, it's too bad
you can't get any smarter,

'cause we're gonna arrest you
for possession

and then we're gonna confirm
it was you who shot a cop.

You're not gonna see
these birds anymore.

That is, unless
they're smart enough

to come find your
dumb ass in prison.

Get up. Put your hands
behind your back.

Can I just do one thing first?
Hey!

Please, can I just release
my birds?

Go ahead. And don't try
anything stupid.

Thank you.

All right.

Get over there.

Look, I swear to God,
I didn't mean to hit that cop.

The owner pulled a gun,
that's the only reason I fired.

Right.

I was on orders, bro.

I'm not the bad guy here.
You shot a cop.

Makes you a bad guy to us.

Who gave you the orders?

Who gave you the orders?!

Victor Ruiz.

He runs the Double Treys.

And what do
the Double Treys

have to do with
this massage parlor?

The Warriors are selling
drugs out of that place

and that's Trey territory.

And you were supposed to go
there and try to stop them?

Yeah.

Do you recognize
this woman?

Oh, yeah.

She's the drug courier.
Hold on.

She's the drug courier?

Good cover, right?

Who's going to
suspect a granny?

Biggest charge you
get on the job.

Don't overthink it.

First thing that comes to mind.
Uncle Jamie first.

Uh, rescuing a kid from danger.

Getting a rapist
off the streets.

Besides doing a
ride-along with my niece,

uh, saving people's lives.

Slapping the cuffs
on a murderer.

And when you're a cop,

it's never the same day twice.

No sitting behind a desk.

No punching in
or punching out.

Uncle Danny, I'm serious.

Okay.

I like the idea that I
would get to help people.

Okay,
so you guys want to stop

sugarcoating it now?

Nobody's sugarcoating it.

Really?

Yeah.

'Cause I don't hear
anyone talking about

the stinkers and the jumpers,

the crack addicts

and the child abusers.

Not to mention,
the anticop sentiment

that is your thank-you
these days.

- So, you take the bad with the good.
- You're really gonna sit there

and pretend that the job
doesn't take a toll?

I didn't say the job
doesn't take a toll.

Your job takes a toll, Mom.

So, what's wrong
with being a cop?

I never said there was anything
wrong with being a cop.

You just don't want Nicky
to be a cop.

No. I just want Nicky

to look at
all her options

and not go blindly joining
the family business.

I am and this is one
of the options.

And I'm just saying there are
plenty of ways to help people

that don't put you
in harm's way.

She has a point.

It's different now.

It's a different culture
than when we all got started.

Back then, it was considered
an honor.

And it still is.

But?
It's not a but.

No, please.

All of these...

gangsters and rapists
and murderers

that you all get a charge
out of taking down,

I prosecute them.
I put them away.

And there's not one that
I wouldn't gladly see walk

if it meant that...

...if it meant that one of you

would still be
sitting at this table

and not lying somewhere
in a morgue.

Look, I didn't mean to, um...

You didn't?

Yeah, I kind of did.

Oh, our dinners really
aren't about eating.

- I know.
- You hope the food's good,

but... the connections
are why we gather.

Yeah,

but I pretty much
disconnected things.

No. I mean, I went
through the same hoops

when Jamie wanted
to join the department.

Yeah, but you had just
lost a son to the job.

And you had just
lost a brother.

But you didn't stand
in Jamie's way.

Well, I didn't think
it was my place.

Not that I didn't feel it.

And now?

He made a choice.
I supported him.

But not Nicky?

I'm not not
supporting Nicky.

But there are pros
and cons to this job

and the dinner table
is a chorus of pros,

so it falls on me.

Well, you put it
that way...

She romanticizes it.

How could she not?
You all do.

Well, what is that
supposed to mean?

Come on, Dad.

It's a home team
advantage here.

Look...

I'm just trying
be supportive.

Like you were when I
wanted to take the exam?

Now, I regret that.

You do?
- Yeah.

I wish I'd taken a stronger
stand with your mother,

but she was dead set
against you joining.

Why do you think that was?

Same reasons you have.

Not exactly.

I begged her to
take that stance.

You did?

I knew the job
wasn't for me,

but I didn't want
to disappoint you.

Oh.

And you didn't push it

because someone you loved
and trusted asked you not to.

Oh.

So maybe you can give me
a little of that.

You testified that
your granddaughter

was shot by the Double Treys.

That's right.

But you left out the part
that you were

running drugs and cash
for The Warriors.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Sure you don't.

We got a witness that says
you're the drug courier,

so you can play dumb
all you want,

but you're looking at
criminal possession

and operating as a trafficker.

That's 20 years.

Unless you cooperate.

Cooperate how?

Bring us to the
drop-off, that's how.

What do I get?

I won't charge
you for trafficking.

You plead to possession
in the second degree.

Three years.

I walk out this door,
offer's off the table.

Well, you can walk, honey,

'cause you got nothin' on me.

I never been arrested,

I have no drugs on me,
and I'm guessing

this witness is the guy
who shot at your cop, so...

see you around.

Hi.

Please tell me that bag
has something other

than green Jell-O in it.

It does.

Prosciutto, mozzarella,
roasted peppers

on ciabatta with
extra balsamic.

You are an angel.

I met your ex-wife.

Sorry about that.

She blames me
for you being shot.

That's okay. She blames me
for everything,

including global warming.

For the record, not your fault.

Mmm.

I am glad you're okay.

Me, too.

For Sophia's sake.

She certainly is
daddy's little girl.

You can tell that.

And I worked hard for that title.

Which is why this corruption
investigation,

it's killing me.

I'm really sorry
I put you in danger.

You didn't put me in danger.

I-I did, and I shouldn't
be so...

What? Good at what you do?

Care about your cases?

Let me tell ya,

when Sophia grows up, I
hope she's just like you.

And not because
you're a hottie.

A hottie.

Not because you're good looking,

but because you're smart,

you know what you want,
you know how to go after it.

And you're a good mom,

'cause you taught Nicky
to be the same way.

60 years old.

You'd think
she'd know better.

She has to
make quick money.

At 60, I
want to be living

in a little house
on the beach in Aruba...

...where I'm gonna
own a tiki bar

that specializes

in fancy drinks
and Puerto Rican food.

Not something I would ever
peg you

for being an owner of,
but sounds fun.

Yeah. I'm gonna call it
"Tiki-Rican."

Hmm...

What about you?
- Eh, I don't...

I don't go that far
into the future.

Though I will say, I
hope that, on occasion,

I'll be fortunate enough
to be sitting by your side

at that tiki bar.

I hope so, too.

She's turning.

Subject is turning left

onto Meserole.

Signal in the S.U.

On three.

One,

two,

three.

Team out.

Police department,
search warrant!

Move! Clear right!

Flank left!

Car is clear.

Man down, man down!

It's okay.

Hey, get him out of here!
Come on!

We need a medic!

Go, go, go!

Fan out, fan out!
Let's go.

Move, move.
Move, come on.

Right here. Over here!

On the left!

Baez!

Hey.

Where's the other shooter?

Anybody else here?

Answer the question.
Yes.

Where?
- To the left.

Cuff him.

Spread out.

Go.

Over here.

Granny.

At your age? Really?

You should've took that deal.

Honey.

Hi.

Hey.

So I got a call
from the C.O.

to report to One PP
on Monday morning.

- Me, too.
- What's it about?

I don't know

Aren't you supposed
to have some sort of insight?

I didn't hear
anything on my end.

- Well...
- Two, please.

Do you think we could be
in even more trouble?

No, I mean, we already
got suspended for a week.

Could we please get some,
uh, fortune cookies?

Thank you.

Usually, they bring those
at the end.

I know. I don't want
to have to wait.

So, what are you gonna
do with your time off?

I'm just gonna work
on the Chevelle.

I'm taking kickboxing classes.

Twice a day.

I'm gonna look amazing
at the end of the week.

What, no dates?

Mm, nope.

Taking some me time.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

So, did you ever find out
why you got blown off?

I did.

What, you're not gonna tell me?

Okay, fine. It's because of you.

Me?

Apparently,
I talk about you too much,

and it made him
feel inferior, I guess.

Well, I see how I could make
other guys feel inferior.

Do you see why
I didn't want to tell you?

I'm kidding.

Well, I didn't know
that talking

about work and my partner...

Your brave and handsome partner.

...was gonna be such a turnoff.

It's ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

"The greatest risk
is not taking one."

Between the sheets.
- What?

You're supposed to add
"between the sheets"

to the end of the fortune
in a fortune cookie.

You know, for fun,

so yours would be, "The greatest
risk is not taking one

between the sheets."

Okay.

So what's yours?

"Your partner
will make you very happy"

between the sheets.

It does not say that.
That's what it says.

You're lying.
Give it to me.

"Your partner will
make you very happy."

Show me.
You can't read my fortune.

- It's not a wish.
- Yeah, it's like a wish.

If I eat it,
it makes it real.

That's not how that works.

We're just a couple of regular
P.O.s here to talk to you today.

And we know you've met
a lot of bosses in suits

and brass in uniforms
and a lot of bars and stripes.

Well, that's not us.

Yeah, we're just cops.

And the odds are,
if you're lucky enough

to join this department,
you'll be one of us.

And that story we
told you about Billy,

cops do that.

Regular cops.

And sometimes,

cops have to make
a judgment call

that gets them jammed up
with the brass and the bosses.

Like us.
Reason we're here,

we pulled a suspension
for insubordination.

Which happened while we were trying

to help out Billy.

Which was the
right thing to do.

And the risky thing,
as it turns out.

We made a judgment call.

We'd do it again.

Risk isn't always
about facing down a gun,

sometimes it's about
helping someone in trouble

so they don't end up
in more trouble.

That's a risk worth taking.

Because you saved Billy's life.

Maybe. We'll never
know for sure.

But maybe.

And at the end of the day,
that's as good a reason

as any for becoming a cop.
- Yeah.

Okay, kids,
it's time to move on.

But no worries,

I'm gonna schedule
Officer Reagan and Janko

to come back
and talk to you again.

But now that you heard

the real deal
from our uniformed officers,

how many of you are thinking
about becoming cops?

Wow. That's fantastic.

On that note,
Lieutenant Dubrowski is gonna

take you down to
the CompStat room.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Wow. You two could take
this show on the road.

Rather just take it back out
on the beat, Lieutenant.

These kids, that's the best
response we've ever gotten.

Well, glad we
could help, boss.

Maybe it's a good idea, letting
them hear from regular cops.

Wow. That's exactly
what your old man said

when he ordered it up.

Ah, I guess we do work
pretty well together, huh?

Between the sheets.

You're ridiculous.

Then she told the prince, if
he was really interested in her,

he'd have to wait for her
to come ck from college.

And then, they could talk
about getting married.

And then, she told him,
he better do something else

other than being a prince,
'cause that ain't a real job.

Maybe he should be a cop.

Maybe he should.

If you ask me,

Prince Charming would make
one heck of a cop.

I mean,
that's some detective work.

Finding the only girl in town
who happened to lose one shoe.

Sophia, honey, wait outside
for a minute, okay?

Actually, I'm gonna be brief.

So, she might as well stay.

I came by

to tell your dad
that the man who shot him

is from a really,
really bad drug gang.

But because your dad

was so brave,

we were able to catch
every single one

of those bad guys.

And put them in jail?

That's the plan.

Anyway,
D.O.I. is closing

their corruption investigation,
and in fact, uh,

looks like you'll be receiving
a commendation from the DA.

I knew it!

Let me
ask you something.

Erin said you wanted
this case. Why?

Well, 'cause even though
you happen to work

for the DA's office,
you're still a brother in blue.

Well, thank you, brother.

Anytime.

So, uh...

Going forward, maybe we could
bury the hatchet.

Tell you what,

you stop poaching my cases,
we'll bury the hatchet.

Not gonna happen.

That's my job.

Well, then, that's a no.

Bye.

Bye.

Don't wave to him.

Hey.

Did you come all the way
out here just for me?

Well, I was in the neighborhood.

Thanks, Grandpa.

You're always there for me.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Hey.

Hey.

Okay, I think.

Just okay?

Actually, I nailed it.

Good.

Now we have some bragging rights
at the dinner table.

And you didn't take that test
just to see how you stack up?

Not at all.

Whatever I end up doing, I
respect the family business.

I hope you know that.

And whatever you end up doing,
I respect your choice.

I hope you know that.

I do.

So what's next?

How about lunch?

You free?

I am.

Lights and sirens.

Let me in here, will you?

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