Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 21 - Cellar Boy - full transcript

-Morning, Pop.
HENRY: You're up early.

Couldn't sleep.

You've been up since 3:.30.
I heard you banging around.

Well, the mayor's coming in,
he's on my case about the budget.

You've been thinking about Joe.

I always think about Joe.

It's coming up on two years.

Our kids are supposed to bury us.

I know I didn't personally order
that warrant enforced,

but I was his commissioner.

And sometimes at night, alone,



I find myself left
with an inescapable truth.

My son was killed on my watch.

Francis, you can't think like that.

[PHONES RlNGlNG]

What's up?

HENRY:
Hello?

What?

All right, I'll tell him.

When did this call come in?

Tell my detail I'm gonna
wanna stop there on the way in.

That was Danny.

[SlRENS WAlLlNG lN DlSTANCE]

As you were.

Frank, is it true about the Clearys?



- We'll let you know, Barbara.
COP 1: Please stand back.

Pop...

I understand.
You go ahead, Francis.

COP 2:
Commissioner. Sir.

COP 3:.
Let me see. I need that lD.

Danny.

DANNY:
I was on my way in to work.

I had to ask twice when they said
the address, it wouldn't sink in.

- Different if it's someone you know.
- Yeah.

Chief of D's thought
you'd have the advantage,

- this being your home turf.
- Okay.

FRANK: Him first then her.
- Yeah.

Maid came in this morning to work
and found them like this.

She ran across the street.
Fitzgeralds called 91 1.

Forced entry? Robbery?

Doesn't look like it.
ME puts it sometime last night.

He's asleep in front of the TV,
she comes down.

Killing was done quick.

Eunice has defensive wounds.

I gotta tell you, I don't wanna think
what I'm thinking, Dad.

Sir. The daughter just arrived.

MAN: Easy. Easy.
HENRY: Annie.

- You can't go in there, nobody can.
- Please. Danny?

Mr. Reagan, what's going on?

Mrs. Fitzgerald said
something happened to Mom and Dad.

I'm sorry, Annie.

What do you mean?
What are you talking about?

AL: Ann!
ANN: Al.

- What's happened? What's going on?
- It's Mom and Dad.

- Are they all right? Are they inside?
- You can't go inside, Al.

- It's a crime scene.
- Crime scene?

Please, Mr. Reagan, just tell me.
Danny.

They were attacked last night
and found this morning.

That's all we can say.

What happened?

We can't say.

Danny, please, this is me.

He'd say that to anyone, Al.
It's an ongoing investigation.

Where's our brother?
Where's Ronnie?

He's not here.

Annie,
I knew something was gonna happen.

Ever since they let Ronnie
move back in.

You can't jump to conclusions, Al.

If it's not true, Ann, where is he?

Listen, we called the warehouse
where Ronnie works,

he didn't show up for work
this morning.

Any idea where he might have gone?
A friend's house, a girlfriend?

Friends? Danny,
this is Ronnie we're talking about.

What friends he hasn't stolen from
he cut off years ago.

The only friend who stood by him
was his sponsor.

I only know his first name,
but Ronnie was going to meetings

down at the Methodist Church
on Grove.

Do you know when the last time
you saw your parents

or spoke to them was?

Yesterday.

I stopped by
on my way home from work.

I talked to my mom every day.

She seemed fine.

Dad left the dealership,
same as always, around 6.

Where were you last night, Al?

What?

Come on, Al,
I gotta ask the questions, all right?

Yeah. Uh...

I was home.

- You were with Sharon and the kids?
AL: They're in Florida.

Her father's sick.

Okay.
And where were you last night, Ann?

- I was home.
- Can anybody verify that for you?

Uh-- The doorman.

What happens now?
I mean, when do we get to see them?

I have to see them, Danny.

One of you are gonna have to come
to the morgue and identify the bodies.

I can't believe this.
This can't be happening.

I hope that you find my brother
before I do.

Me too.

JACKlE:
You wanna bring me up to speed?

- Yeah, take a look for yourself.
JACKlE: All right. So...

So it's a lot harder
when you know the people, huh?

Yeah,
that's what my old man always said.

Got a K-9 Unit out
looking for the murder weapon.

There's an empty slot
in the kitchen knife rack

that's consistent
with the size of the stab wounds.

Pretty distinct footprints
through the blood.

DANNY:
Yep. Made by one person.

- Hey, Jackie.
- Hey.

I just talked to Dad.
You really think Ronnie did this?

Well, he's definitely
a person of interest. Have a seat.

We're looking at anybody who had
motive or access to the house.

Which would be the maid, relatives,
Mr. Cleary's employees.

But Mrs. Fitzgerald does put Ronnie
at the house last night.

She saw him when she was walking
the dog and he was coming home.

There's always been trouble there,
but this?

- What kind of trouble?
- Mr. Cleary rode those kids

something terrible.
Mostly the boys and mostly Ronnie.

Al ended up working for him
at the car dealership.

Yeah, but Al was always
more resilient. Ronnie's sensitive.

Mr. Clearly called Ronnie "cellar boy."
I mean, he thought it was funny.

Ronnie used to cringe at that.

What's "cellar boy"?

He moved into the basement
when he was 1 4.

Don't know what came first,
him moving down to the basement,

or did he move down to the basement
to drink and smoke pot?

- Where's the mother in all of this?
- Rose-colored glasses, I guess.

They had some knock-down, drag-outs
over there, let me tell you.

And they just had one last year.
The sector car responded to a 52.

Ronnie and Mr. Cleary
going at it again.

Thirty-five year old living at home?
What's that all about?

You name it. Bipolar, using.

He'd move out, switch states,
switch jobs.

Get in trouble, move back in,
get cleaned up.

- Some cleanup.
- You have any idea where he is?

No. We got a finest message
out on his car

and his AA sponsor said if he hears
from Ronnie, he'll give us a call.

Poor Ronnie.

Poor Ronnie?

Take a look at these photos.
Poor Ronnie.

Mr. and Mrs. Clearly
at the crime scene. Nice, huh?

MALEVSKY:
Reagan, hey.

Quite the early bird.

Sergeant Renzulli's good work ethic
is wearing off on me.

Your brother Joe's car.

And now it's yours.

What brings you down here,
Detective Malevsky?

Why do you ask?

- No reason.
- "No reason."

There's an answer for the ages.

Be safe.

- Hey, sergeant.
- Beach boy.

What, do you got a tan or something,
huh?

It's 55 degrees and you're laying out.

Might be how you spent your day off,
sarge, but I was working on my car.

- The Chevelle? Ooh.
- Yeah.

Don't make me drool.

[THUMPlNG]

- Where's my gun?
- Huh?

My service weapon, I always keep it
here on the top shelf. It's gone.

Sure you didn't take it home?
I can't tell how many times--

I'm sure.
I never take my service weapon home.

I swap it out with my off-duty
after every tour.

Probably a prank one of the guys
in the precinct is pulling on you.

You tick anybody off?

- Besides me, of course.
- No.

Only thing is I wouldn't steal your gun,
I would steal your car.

Listen to me. Hey.

Take everything out of the locker
and go through the bag again.

Then go back home and go over
every square inch of it for that weapon

- before you report it to the CO.
- All right.

Because then it becomes official
and you're back under lA investigation.

IA? Again?

Oh, yeah. Losing your gun,
that is not nothing, kid.

Sarge, I just saw Sonny Malevsky
out front. Was he back here?

In here? No.

He was at the front desk schmoozing
with the guys when I came in.

Why?

No reason, but didn't you say
you can get past these locks

with a pair of scissors,
a pencil and a soda can?

You think he stole your gun?

No, l...

Never mind. I...

I don't know why I said that.

The mayor, sir.

I asked you to cut 10 percent
from your budget.

You missed by a mile.

I cut everything I could
without crippling this department.

Well,
then your department is frozen.

And we'll postpone
your June academy class.

If we don't bring those cops on line,
we will be reduced to 1992 levels.

There's no money, Frank.

I am not raising taxes
because of you.

- In an election year.
- In any year.

And every department
shares the pain here.

I will not police this city
with those kind of reductions of force.

And nobody, including you,
will want the kind of pain it brings.

Was that a threat, Frank?

The threat here
is to the citizens who elected you

and the $30-billion tourist industry
we all depend on.

Give me a break. The way you injected
racism into that tourist shooting--

Oh, race was already driving the story.
I just said it out loud.

You're not my chamber of commerce,
stick to what you know.

What I know is
you cannot cut this force any further.

No, you listen to me. I am going
to the city council with my budget,

with our commissioners of fire,
sanitation, transportation,

all who have been
far more cooperative,

and with you standing alongside me.

And if you try to make me look bad,
you'll be bringing a knife to a gunfight.

I promise you.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

JACKlE: All right, well,
there's plenty of motive here.

I mean, there's a giant insurance policy
and the house.

Yeah, but Ronnie's not the only one.

I mean,
all three of these kids stand to inherit.

All right, so Ann Cleary's doorman,
he confirmed the alibi?

Yeah, she came home as per usual.

That doesn't mean
she might not have left later.

We'll check ARGUS
for video footage.

- What about Al Cleary?
- Al Cleary says he was home alone.

Gotta try to find someone
to corroborate that.

About Al,
the car dealership was failing.

Two salesmen were let go
in the past couple of months.

Let's make sure we talk to those two.
What else?

So the father's pouring
all his personal money

into keeping the business afloat
and he's taking out of the inheritance.

Al can't be too happy about that.

Okay, but money problems?
The neighbor told me old man Cleary

had just booked
a around-the-world cruise trip

for him and the wife,
that their anniversary was coming up.

The ticket cost somewhere
in the ballpark of $1 00,000.

He may have booked that,
but he hasn't started payment yet.

[PHONE RlNGS]

Reagan.

[PHONE RlNGS]

DANNY: Yeah.
- Curatola.

You got a caller lD on that?

- Great. Yeah, we're on our way.
- Okay, got it.

Get your hat and coat.
That was Ronnie's AA sponsor.

He says Ronnie called him
from the Rest-Well Motel.

He sounds suicidal.

Finest message paid off too.

Patrol spotted Cleary's car
in the parking lot of guess where.

Rest-Well Motel.
All right, this is Detective Reagan,

I need an ESU and a patrol
to 85 us forthwith,

at the Rest-Well Motel
in Sunset Park.

We've got an emotionally disturbed
homicide suspect.

Go on!
Go on, shoot me, you sons of bitches!

Just put down the ax.
Come on, we can talk about this.

Nobody wants to hurt you.

I don't wanna talk, okay?
I don't wanna talk!

- You come up and get me!
- Cleary, please, come on now.

Come on. Come on! Come on!

COP 1: Come on down!
- Come on, do it! Shoot! Shoot!

- Come on and shoot!
- What have we got?

He was coming back with take-out,
he was hyped up.

He smashed the firebox
to get an ax.

All right. Probably trying
to commit suicide by cop.

I know this guy, I can get close to him.
I'm gonna take over.

RONNlE: Come on, do it!
- Okay.

- Let me borrow this, all right?
RONNlE: Come on, do it!

- Shoot me!
- Hey, Ronnie.

It's me, Danny Reagan, remember?

Yeah, I remember you, Danny.
Get out of here!

- I'm just gonna come talk to you.
- I don't wanna talk to you!

Stay calm. We're gonna have
a discussion, me and you.

- I don't wanna talk, Danny!
- No, no, look. No guns, nothing,

Just me and you, all right?

Don't do nothing stupid.

Don't you come any closer! Get back!
Stay where you are, you son of bitch!

Stay where you are!
Don't come any closer to me!

- Ronnie. Ronnie.
- Ahh!

DANNY: Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Hold it, hold it, hold it!

Don't shoot!
Hold it. Hold it, Ronnie, listen to me.

Come on, let's talk. Me and you.
Like we were kids, we're friends.

- No. I don't wanna talk.
- You can trust me, Ronnie. Come on.

Please, just let them kill me, please.

I can't let them shoot you, Ronnie.
We're just gonna talk, me and you.

You're ruining everything, Danny.

- Ronnie.
- You're ruining it!

[SCREAMS]

Damn it!

COP 2: Suspect's down.
- You're stupid, Ronnie.

COP 3:.
We're all clear!

Let's go.

You want anything, Ronnie?

- Some water? You eat anything?
- Water maybe.

They gave me some crackers
after the psych exam.

- That and a clonazepam.
- Knock it off.

This isn't some drug possession
or petty larceny case, Ronnie.

It's a double homicide.

You already told me that.

- Think you can loosen these cuffs?
- No, I can't do that, Ronnie.

Now let's go over this one more time,
okay?

Two people, your mother and father,

were murdered ten feet
above your head,

and you didn't hear anything?

You don't remember anything?

- I got up that morning to go to work.
- Mm-hm.

I went upstairs to get some breakfast

and I saw them like that.

Right. And what'd you do?

Right, you ran away.

It's your parents, Ronnie.

If you didn't kill them,
then why didn't you call 91 1?

- I didn't wanna go to jail.
- Then why'd you kill them?

- I didn't kill them.
- What happened, Ronnie?

You and your old man get into it again,
is that it, huh?

He found out you were using again?

- No.
- See, now I know you're lying to me.

Now I know. You know why?
Because we found the weed,

and we found the prescription vial,

and we found a half-drunk bottle
of vodka under your bed.

I'm not using heroin.

What'd you do, Ronnie?
What'd you do?

You got all juiced up and pass out and
sleep through your parent's murder?

Is that what you're telling me?
Was it one of your blackouts?

- Stop it.
- Stop what?

I'm not gonna stop a damn thing

until I find out who killed Kevin
and Eunice Cleary. You follow me?

Why didn't you just let me die?
Why didn't you let them shoot me?

All right, Ronnie, all right. Let's say
it wasn't you then. Who did it, huh?

- Who did it if it wasn't you?
- I don't know.

Some guy my old man
sold a lemon to?

You knew him, Danny.

Outside of the house,
he was Mr. Popularity.

Hail-fellow-well-met.

Inside of the house,
real son of a bitch.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Reagan, talk to you?

DANNY:
Yeah.

Sit tight.

JACKlE:
K-9 picked up a scent on these

and found them in a trash can
in a corner of a park nearby.

All right.

These look familiar, Ronnie?

- No.
DANNY: Well, they're yours.

And they're going down to the lab.

They're gonna type
the blood in the treads to your mom.

Then they're gonna match the wear
in the treads

to the footprints found in the blood.

Isn't that right, Ronnie?

[SOBBlNG]

- Get him down to Central Booking.
- No. No.

No.

- No, l-- Please, Danny, don't.
- Get out. Get out.

Danny. No.

There we go. All right, thanks.

Here you go.

We need to talk, Reagan.

You know,
I've been on the job 20 years.

I've seen everything.

And I got a sixth sense
when someone's trying to BS me.

First, I catch you looking
into this Lydia Gonsalves' lAB file,

now this Sonny Malevsky thing.

I told you, if I can't trust you,
how am I gonna ride with you?

And that works both ways, kid.

You know what I'm saying, huh?

Did you ever...? Did you ever hear
of the Blue Templar?

That?
Not in a thousand years. Why?

What do you know about them?

That the world changed.

We got a more professional
police force now.

No more cowboy posses.

You still didn't tell me why.

I can't tell you that.

You can't or you won't?

You said we gotta trust each other,
sarge.

I gotta ask you to trust me
on this one.

You got five? Speech for Knights
of Columbus Monday for you to vet.

In case you have your usual litany
of irritating notes.

- Garrett, I'm in no mood.
- The budget?

The mayor is insisting
I publicly endorse his budget cuts.

Times are tough.
The practical is sometimes prudent.

You mean the political.

Of course I do.

I cannot run this department
with a thousand fewer people.

And I can't prove it
unless the crime rate goes up,

at which point it'll be too late.

So, Garrett,
how could we get out in front of it?

Power of the press?

You tell me.

Headline:
Mayor to N.Y.P.D., "Drop dead."

Maybe something like that.

You do understand
what you're proposing?

I'm not proposing anything.

As a matter of fact, I can't
even remember this conversation.

Exactly.

- Ray Curston at the paper?
- I can't hear you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Come on.

- Man, what's she doing here?
- She wanted to talk to you.

Ronnie.

You broke my heart when I was 15.

But what didn't, huh?

I'm gonna get him started.

So, what happened down there?

The more we know,
the more we can help you.

No, no, no!

I am not gonna tell the assistant
district attorney anything, okay?

I may be out of my mind,
but I ain't stupid.

Could've fooled me.

So, what do you want? Here I am.

I'm a curiosity to you, huh?

You don't deal with enough scum
in your line of work?

- Knock it off.
- Hey, big brother.

I just wanted to tell you

that I will try to get you
the best legal-aid attorney there is.

Please try to cooperate with them.

Screw it. I don't care.

Really? Is that why
you're on the verge of tears?

It's just the clonazepam kicking in.

- All right, you ready?
- Yeah, let's get him searched.

See you, sis.

- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi.

- Sorry I'm late.
- The meeting ran over?

And over.

- I got beat up pretty good.
- Yeah? Who won?

We're in the middle round.
Thank you.

[SlGHS]

- So how you doing?
- Fine.

Well, you probably talked
to Ronnie Cleary by now.

I saw him at Central Booking.

Well, that couldn't have been easy.

Got me thinking about Joe.

Well, it was a big part
of your childhood.

My three oldest and the Cleary kids.

Yeah.

Ronnie, Joe and l
were like the three musketeers.

- I was such a tomboy then.
- You had a pretty good jump shot.

He was my first kiss.

That I didn't know.

Ha, ha.
There's a lot you don't know, Dad.

I think Joe felt
he abandoned Ronnie.

Yeah, we used to talk about that.

Ronnie dove into that
half-filled swimming pool, drunk,

broke his nose.

That was the last straw for Joe.

You think we'll ever stop
missing him?

JAMlE:
Yolanda.

I got your message.

Thanks for meeting me.

I knew Detective Gonsalves
had a twin, but...

You do, you look exactly like her.

It must be like seeing a ghost.

Yeah, it is.

How's Lydia's daughter?

She misses her mom,
but she's adjusting.

We're doing okay.

The reason I wanted to see you,

Lydia left a package for me
with her things.

There were insurance issues
because of the suicide,

and her estate only recently
became available to me.

She said
that if anything happened to her,

that I should give you this.

And it happened.

Thanks.

I don't think your sister's death
was a suicide.

I never did either.

She loved her little girl.

And all of us.

I'm gonna make it right.

Maybe what's in there will help.

[YOLANDA SlGHS]

First three ribs, Dad. Prime aged.
Silvano cut it special for you.

Linda wants me
to take it out of the fridge

- before Church tomorrow, I know.
- Yep.

You want something to eat?

No, sugar's good for me.

Looks bad for Ronnie Cleary.

Well, we've got good alibis
on everybody.

I mean, even Ann Cleary's
sometimes boyfriend

has been surfing in Costa Rica
for the past month.

Never married,
never really blossomed Ann Cleary.

Nobody was ever good enough
for their baby.

They always kept her in Cadillacs
and pocket change.

So, what have you got?

Well, we got enough
to make an arrest.

What does Erin say?

Erin says we don't have enough
to get a jury to convict.

- We gotta find the murder weapon.
- Well, if it was the kitchen knife,

he lives there,
his DNA's gonna be all over it.

Yeah, same as everything
at the crime scene. Just...

- What?
- Well, we found the sneakers

in the opposite direction of the motel
where we found Ronnie.

Okay, maybe he didn't know
where he was going,

maybe he was running around
in circles. Who knows?

But it just seems
like we would've found the knife

where we found the sneakers.

- And what else?
- Well, there's Mrs. Cleary.

There's sign of a struggle,
but she's got no genetic material

under her fingernails,
except for latex.

- The killer used gloves.
- Right.

Which explains why Ronnie
had no scratches or wounds

on his hands from the struggle.

Which would mean
it wasn't one of his alcoholic rages.

He planned it.

- Right.
- Is that what's bothering you?

Well, I mean,
it'd be the first time in his life

that Ronnie Cleary planned anything,
Dad.

Hey, I thought you were a customer.

You could use a new car there,
Danny.

- You think so, huh?
- Yeah. Hey,

I can offer you 0.9 financing.

Basically,
you're paying for the paperwork.

My wife likes that one.

Look, I just came by
to ask you a few questions.

You know, dot a few l's,
cross a few T's.

What happened to the whiskey,
beer chaser Danny Reagan of old?

- Come on.
- No, it's just Detective Reagan now.

Yeah.

What can I do for you, detective?

Well, I've been thinking, you know,
about this thing, the murders.

They were really,
really well thought out.

It just doesn't seem like Ronnie,
you know?

You're thinking about the Ronnie
that you knew.

The heroin-addict version
our family's been having to deal with,

he is a master of manipulation
and lies.

He played my parents.

He bled them dry
with those stints in the fancy rehab.

That's a very well-thought-out
answer, Al.

What are you trying to do, Danny?

My job.

You don't think
this has been hard enough?

Try thinking about Ronnie.

At least now
he'll get the help that he needs.

They'll make sure
he stays on his meds, right?

Yeah.

Well, I just keep thinking about you.

A 42-year-old guy
working under his old-man's thumb,

day after day, year after year.

Couldn't be easy.

Well, you should know.

I'm not the only one taking orders
from my old man around here.

Right?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Have a seat.

Didn't know you worked on Saturdays.
Thought you were nine-to-fivers.

I'm going on vacation next week.
I'm trying to clear my schedule.

This new business
with the missing gun

deserves immediate attention.

My gun was taken from my locker.

Or you sold it to somebody.

I didn't sell it to anybody,
someone stole it.

A new patrol officer makes
$46,000 a year.

You have $85,000 worth
of student-loan debt.

Harvard.

Maybe you figured out a way
to make some extra cash.

You have proof that I sold it,
or is that just an accusation?

Are you challenging me, Reagan?

- No, sir.
- Whether you lost or sold it,

that gun is missing.

And it could very easily fall
into the wrong hands.

Show up at a crime, a murder.

And that'll be a really bad problem
for you.

A real career-changer.

You understand?

- Yes, I think I do.
- Hopefully you find that gun, Reagan.

If not, we will launch
a full-blown investigation.

Until then, be advised,
we'll be keeping a close eye on you.

You can go.

[CELL PHONE RlNGS]

- Yeah?
- He just left.

So, what do you think?

I think he's a liability.

Okay.

Done just right, Pop.

DANNY: Mm-hm.
- And you're not an easy sell.

- You've been talking to the mayor?
DANNY: How's that going, Dad?

Well, they've both drawn their lines
in the sand,

but, pfft, they're worlds apart.

Been rumbling from the rank and file
about reduction of force.

Can we talk about something
that doesn't ruin my appetite?

How about the elephant
that's in the room?

Terrible thing, that.

I saw Ann Cleary's car in the driveway
on the way up.

Looks like she's packing everything.

That's been an unhappy house
for a long time.

Whose house are you talking about?
Cellar boy?

- Jack.
- What?

I heard you and Mom
talking about him.

Danny was telling me
about the father and the kids,

you know, about Ronnie.

And while it might sound funny,
the cellar-boy thing is not funny.

Well, why not?

Dads shouldn't call their kids names,
it belittles them.

- "Belittled"?
- Made them feel bad.

That's right. Makes them feel bad
about themselves.

It makes them feel small.

- That's what bullies do.
- Just like a bully.

So now it's the father's fault?
Somehow the parents made him do it?

- Do what?
- Focus on your potatoes, please.

ERlN: Ronnie's got a dual diagnosis,
Grandpa.

I mean, with a good lawyer,
a sympathetic judge,

- he'll be put in an appropriate facility.
- Or maybe a sympathetic ADA.

HENRY:
He wasn't mental enough not to run,

in my book,
that's an admission of guilt and sanity.

DANNY:
You might be a hard-ass, Grandpa,

but I'm in lockstep with you
on this one.

Yeah, boys, don't call anyone names,
but feel free to swear at the table.

His dad couldn't accept the fact
that his kid was ill.

That was a big part of the problem
over there.

Like I said, unhappy house.

Happy families are alike,

unhappy families are unhappy
in their own way.

- Who said that?
- Other than me? Tolstoy.

[CHUCKLlNG]

Well, I'm glad that I was born
into this family.

Luck of the draw, sweetie.

DANNY:
Hear, hear.

HENRY:
Luck and looking out for each other.

- Taking care of my car?
- I thought it was my car.

It is.

They don't build them like this
anymore.

There's not a computer anywhere,
it's pure mechanics.

You didn't say much in there.

I was younger than everybody else.
I didn't really know that family.

You okay?

- I'm fine.
- I'm worried about you.

Since when?

Probably ever since
you put on the uniform.

Are you sorry
about the choice you made?

ERlN: Hey, Dad,
Mom's tulips are looking great.

Grandpa's really taking good care
of them.

- I'd better get going.
- Sure you don't wanna stick around?

No, I got a company reunion,
my probationary graduation party, so...

Careful. I ended up on my hands and
knees behind a dumpster on my night.

Thanks for the visual.

JAMlE:
See you guys.

We're making a condolence call
to Ann Cleary.

Yeah. Slash re-interview.

- Erin's my beard.
- You wanna come?

Not my job.

Well, she's definitely packing up.

Hi, Annie.

Erin, hi.

[ANN SNlFFLlNG]

So I heard what you said to my brother
that really upset him.

- Yeah.
- Danny wouldn't be doing his job

if he didn't cover every angle.

So you think this idea that Ronnie
didn't do it is just a crazy thought, huh?

I mean, you know Al and Ronnie hated
each other.

Al was always embarrassed
by Ronnie.

Got his teeth knocked out by Ronnie.

You know all the juicy details
about the Clearys, huh?

The famous Reagan Sunday dinner.

I bet we were the topic
of conversation.

Ronnie always used to rub it in
to my folks.

"Why can't we be more
like the Reagans?"

That's not fair, Annie.

Well, you should understand
what it feels like, Erin.

I mean,
this divorce can't be easy for you.

And to think that your misery
is the fodder for other people's gossip.

That hurts, right?

Yeah, it does.

Well,

I just wanted you to know
what it feels like.

Sorry, I've got work to do.

Annie, hold on a second.

Look, I'm sorry if I upset you.

Good news is we found the knife.

Yeah. We're expecting
the lab results back tomorrow.

Probably won't find much because
we're pretty sure the killer wore gloves,

but, you know, maybe we'll get lucky.

ANN:
Wow, poor Ronnie.

[SOFTLY]
Hey.

You found the murder weapon?

No, I'm just shaking the tree
to see if anything falls out.

Is that why you subpoenaed
all the phone calls for her and Al?

If I'm right,
she's probably calling Al right now.

MAN 1: Hey, see, if I get--
MAN 2: You might as well go home.

MAN 3:.
It's way too early.

[HORN HONKS]

[HORNS HONKlNG]

MAN: Oh!
WOMAN: Whoa!

[BREATHlNG HEAVlLY]

[HORN HONKlNG lN DlSTANCE]

JACKlE:
Just like you thought, Reagan.

Soon as you leave the house,
sister called her brother.

Yup, found out he was here.

Though it's funny, they were smart
enough not to speak over the phone

just in case we were tapped in.

JACKlE:
We wait.

Yeah, we do.

It's Sunday night, Reagan.

I'm missing my Chinese spare ribs
and martinis.

Gin and grease,
it's a food group, you know.

If this works out,
I'll treat you to Peter Luger's.

- Well, well, well.
- I'm getting a T-bone, medium rare.

[lNAUDlBLE DlALOGUE]

Looks like they're having
a little difference of opinion.

[ENGlNE STARTS]

AL: What did I tell you?
- Drop the knife.

AL: You stupid--
- Shut up.

- You shut up.
- Drop the knife, right now!

AL:
Damn it, Ann, you idiot.

[KNlFE CLATTERS]

Mounted Unit Graduation
has been moved to 1500.

- Bronx DA has called twice already.
- Screw you, Frank.

"Mayor's draconian budget cuts
deny training

to New York City's best
and brightest future police officers..."

Oh, and look at the pictures.
Women and ethnics and veterans.

Yeah, I'm like Scrooge and the Grinch
rolled into one.

You screwed me.

Screw you.

You think I had something
to do with that?

Of course you did.

- No, sir.
- Well, how did they get onto it?

How did they get in contact
with those cadets?

Well, last time I checked,
we live in a democracy

and I do not run a secret police.

If I can't deliver a balanced budget,
the state takes over.

Now, do you have any idea
what those hillbillies upstate

will do to your beloved department
if they get control of our finances?

Boy.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna find the money.

But be forewarned,

you and your plausible deniability,
I mean, it ain't gonna fly no more.

Mayor's a little cranky?

He's sensitive about an article
in this morning's paper.

I'll be at my desk.

He ought to be thanking you.

Oh, I don't think we're in any danger
of that.

Well, someday he's gonna wake up

and realize just how lucky he is
to have you.

Or that.

The Knights of Columbus speech,
I counted 23 metaphors in five pages.

Gotta be a personal worst.

I'll polish it before breakfast.

I'm the police commissioner,
not a politician.

Don't imagine swelling music
when you write for me.

Just sirens and gunfire?

Just...

Plain and honest.

- Erin.
- Ronnie.

Hi. I'm so happy.

I mean, I'm sad about your parents

but I'm glad
you're not taking the fall for it.

It's really hard
to wrap my head around it.

Yeah. Have a seat.

Ann confessed to the whole thing.

It was Al's idea.

I guess the money your parents
were gonna spend on that trip

was a tipping point for him.

I just keep thinking about that night.

It's just a blank.

Well, Ann laced your grapefruit juice
with sleeping pills.

She knew you were on
a greyhound bender.

Al wore you shoes
through their blood.

How could he do that to me?
To them?

I don't know, Ronnie.

They were gonna plant the knife
in your shirt,

soaked in your parent's blood,
near your motel to seal your fate.

How could they be so cold-blooded?

I guess the short version
is they felt cheated.

The long version...

You tell me, I don't know.

I don't know.

What are you gonna do now?

Stay clean?

I'm not looking for a right
or wrong answer, Ronnie.

I can't live in that house anymore.

I'm rich, I guess, sort of.
What do you think I should do?

You know, I'm single.

- And rich.
- Ha, ha.

I mentioned that.

That's very sweet, Ronnie.

I think I'll go down to Florida.

I've got a kid down there
somewhere.

Will you stay in touch?

Definitely.

Erin,
I hope you know how lucky you are.

I do.

DANNY:
What's going on, kid?

[JAMlE SlGHS]

Something you should hear.

JOE [ON RECORDlNG]:
I'm getting close,

but the Templar
may have made me.

- That's Joe.
- The night he was killed.

He was working with the FBl,
investigating the Blue Templar.

What?

I should have told you
a long time ago, Danny.

Does Dad know?

No.

[SlGHS]

[SlGHS]