Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 22 - The Blue Templar - full transcript

After his car, inherited from Joe, was blown up, Jamie tells his father and Danny about the Blue Templar spy status he 'inherited' unwillingly. Grandpa chips in to sketch how the secret society started to clean up NYPD from within where IA failed, but soon started turning bad with new blood. Together, they trace suspect cops like detective Sonny Malevsky and a dirty IA inspector to the present generation, which will stop at nothing to cover up its lucrative crimes, and can't be officially handled.

Previously on Blue Bloods:

What's going on, kid?


Something you should hear.

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.


I should have told you a long time ago,

Does Dad know?



JAMlE: After I broke off
communications with the FBl,

I started looking into the death
of Detective Gonsalves on my own.

Long story short,

she left a sort of last testament
with her sister.

Wrote that when she arrived
on the scene,

Detective Malevsky had killed
the two dealers

and then told her
that they had shot Joe.

She didn't believe him

so the Blue Templar realized
that clearly that made her a liability.


Why didn't you come to us
when all this started?

Because Joe had kept it from you,

I thought maybe this was something
he left behind for me to carry on, and...

I wanted to honor my brother.

Now I'm in over my head,
I mean, uh...

Who the hell are these guys?

MAN 1:
We're going in the front.

MAN 2: Copy that.
We're up on the fire escape.

After Serpico
and the Knapp Commission

and all the static that came with it,

we started the Blue Templar
as a way to police the police.

There was a world of hurt in the ranks
because a few bad apples

had brought such disgrace
to the whole department.

We thought it would be a good thing
to have a band of brothers

who kept a lookout from the inside.

And it served a purpose for a while.


We had a good man in lA who
appreciated what we were trying to do.

And we avoided some
potential disasters from the rank.

But after a while, uh,

the core group retired
and the Templar became

just a bunch of guys telling war stories
about the bad old days.

I was never much of a joiner.

When I was tapped, there was
some new blood in the Templar,

thought we could do
some good again.

It just dissolved
into a bunch of blowhards

sitting around strip clubs where
the girls know every cop's name

and the bill never shows up
for the drinks.

I got out quick.

MAN 1:
Police, don't move!

MAN 2:
Come on, come on, come on.

When I came on as commissioner,
I conducted a thorough review

of all the department's
fraternal organizations with lA,

including the Blue Templar.

I never saw anything
that would cause concern,

much less alarm.

I guess I just saw
what I was supposed to see.


Who was your FBl contact?

A female agent, Anderson.

She made it sound
like Joe was working with them.

Anybody else? IA?

Lieutenant Bello interviewed me
from lA

when I was seen in Chinatown
with Anderson.

She came forward
and backed up my story.


You lied to lA?

I didn't know who knew what. I...

You should have come to me
right away, son.



No, you go ahead,
I'll meet you there.

Let that man in, he's the ME.

- Hey, what have we got?
- Hey.

Uh, well, all four were packing.
None of them got off a shot.

We got two ear witnesses
that heard some commotion

and then a lot of gunfire
in a short amount of time.

DANNY: We gathering the casings?
- Yeah,

but both witnesses said
they heard voices, plural,

shouting what sounds like,
"Police, don't move."

Right. So, "Police, don't move."
But nobody stops to take a peek, right?

In a building like this,
"Police, don't move..."

Even the cockroaches
run the other way.

Unh. Hey.


Hey, look, wedged in right there.

You see it?

Is that Kevlar?

Yeah, looks like it.

It's a Kevlar glove,
same as the police use.

They're shouting police commands.

- Right, police impersonators?
- Yeah, or maybe dirty cops.

We had an incident in Brooklyn South
last weekend. Could be a pattern.

- Let's canvass the building.
- Okay.

Hey, Dad, we, uh, might have
stumbled upon something here.

In the massacre last night,

one of the dead in the ambush
was a confidential DEA informant.

He was also in business
with some of your detectives.

Do you have proof?

Copies of the wire recordings
are being made as we speak.

We have a voice
but no name to go with it.

- Just one?
- Just one on tape.

this isn't just a one-man show.

How much money we talking about?

Given the chatter leading up to this,
I'd estimate the haul

to be around 12 million in cash,
another 12 in pure heroin.

That's a hell of a pension.

What's the DEA's stance?

We've got almost two years
staked in the operation.

We'd rather not come out
of the shadows for some rogue cops.

We're pulling all our guys out.

Safety net's been cleared
for your department to move ahead.

I appreciate that, Don.

I'm sorry, commissioner.

I realize this is the worst kind of news
someone in your position can get.


But it's a close second.

You're wearing gloves you wanna
get your gun quick so you do this:

You reach for the gun.

But if you do anything else
with your arm, the glove drops.

So they came through the window.

Yeah. Figuring at least four if they had
to carry that much weight out.

Two through the door,
two through the window.

- Right.
- You talking to lA?


- Not even Bello? Why not?
- I trust Alex,

but he won't know if the Templar
has eyes and ears over there.

Jamie was there on a related incident.
I don't wanna set off alarms.

But you can't handle this on your own,

I'm not going to, I have you.

And I got Danny.

- Can we trust Detective Curatola?
- She's solid.

What about me?

I know this is gonna be hard for you,

but they do have eyes and ears
on you,

so for now, you've gotta go about
your business like it's any other day.

So we have five, six.

And how many men and women
in the N.Y.P.D.?

We're looking for a few
out of 35,000, maybe.

Is there anyone else we can trust?

Yeah, and I will bring them in
at the right time,

but right now
we don't know how high up

or how deeply
this infection has spread,

so for now,
this operation stays in-house.

In this house.

So yeah, it's one block over
and three blocks up.

Make sure one of you
order the pastrami.


- Okay.
- Thank you.

- All right.
WOMAN: Help!



Oh, my God!

Hey! Over here!



You okay?

You're okay, you're all right,
you're okay.

- Oh, my God.
- It's all right. What happened?

I got away. He tried to kidnap me.

Okay. All right.


I thought we were gonna
keep it in the family,

- not bring in any more cops.
- He's not a cop.

Cliff's a former Marine.
He served with Danny in Fallujah.

Cliff was the, uh, surveillance ears
tracking Saddam Hussein in Baghdad.

If Saddam farted, Cliff could tell you
what kind of kebab he had for lunch.

Goat was a deep bass,
poultry more a squeaky treble.

- Nice, and that's qualifications for--?
- Sit.

Listen to the DEA tape.

You already told me you wanted in.

What you didn't tell me
is what you're bringing.

What's your ticket to the game?

That's the DEA mole. Should be
Panamanian or Costa Rican.

MAN 2: What I bring is, ha, ha--
Can't believe you're asking me this.

--kind of a guarantee
you can't get anywhere.

Call it my friends-and-family plan.

That's our bad cop.

Room service.



- Run the evidence through lBlS
- [MOUTHS] Hold it, okay?

and see if the weapons
were ever in our system.

To make a crossover comparison,
I need a sample of his voice.

- Where do you wanna start?
- Sonny Malevsky.

- That's a leap.
- We're in the business

of making leaps now.
Sonny Malevsky is the name

that's been popping up
over and over again.

I can't buy a warrant with that.

I'm not asking you to buy one.

Are we wired to record calls
from the house?

- Sure.
- Okay, Grandpa,

you got this charity you work for
for the kids. What is it?

Uh, PSL Yankee Stadium Night?

Okay. How about we have Grandpa
make a call to Sonny Malevsky

asking him to make a donation?

Call the son of a bitch.


It's ringing.


Manhattan North.

Detective Malevsky, please.
Henry Reagan calling.

Just a moment, please.

Henry, how are you?

HENRY: I'm good, thank you,
detective. And you?

MALEVSKY: Hanging in there.
HENRY: Good, good, good, listen,

I need you to take a leadership role
with the PSL Yankee Stadium Night.

- You know, where we--
MALEVSKY: Put me down for 2 grand.


Well, that's very generous of you.
Thank you very much, detective.

MALEVSKY: Sure thing.
- Thank you.

Well, there's a couple of grand
we'll probably never see.


It's a match to the voice
on the DEA tape.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

- Well?
- I heard "tickets"

and "friends-and-family plan,"
and that's gonna buy us zip in court.

Look, we got a dead DEA mole
talking turkey with Sonny Malevsky.

That's gotta be enough to buy us
a surveillance warrant, at least.

I can't promise that, I can try.

This particular can of worms
only opens from the inside.

We need the warrant.


Thank you, um, Officer...?

Reagan, Jamie.

Thank you.

We're almost finished
and then you'll talk to the detectives.

Okay. And, um, you don't have
to talk to me like I was 8.

Uh, I'm not. Um...

Ha, ha. "And then you'll talk
to the nice detectives."


I didn't say "nice."

Is there anyone you can think of
that might have motive to kidnap you?

My father was CEO
of Mainways Mortgage.

When things went south
a couple of years ago,

thousands of people got slammed,

but he walked away
with millions of dollars scot-free.

Throw a rock in Greater Boston
and you'll hit someone with a motive.

That must suck for you.

Which is why I'm in New York
for a job interview

with a museum in Abu Dhabi.

That's far.

It's far enough, I hope.

Sit up straight,
here come the nice detectives.



Sonny Malevsky.

What are you doing up here?

- This your car?
- Yeah.

- Got the HEMl, huh?
- Gotta get the HEMl.

- Go big or go home.
- That's right.

- Try not to drool on it.
- Hard not to.

So, what are you doing up here?

Figured you for the nosebleeds
north of Times Square.

Yeah, just came to, uh, close
a few cases up with Sizowitz.

So you love the car, huh?

I do.
You're thinking about getting one?

Well, you know, wife and two kids,
every check is spoken for.


Sizowitz is off today.

Yeah, he, um, said he'd leave the files
on the desk.

Drive safe.

Reagan, you interested
in some overtime today?

If you need me, captain, sure.

You'll be stationed
outside Miss Peck's hotel room.

- Seriously?
- The incident occurred

within the confines of our precinct.

Until we have a better assessment
of the ongoing threat,

I offered her police escort
as a courtesy.

Stay in your street clothes, we're not
trying to broadcast the situation.



- You want something?
- Um, just a chair for out in the hall.

I've kind of been on my feet all day,

This one okay?

- Of course.
- All right.


Um, I don't really feel like talking
to anybody.

If you do have a visitor,
give me a heads up?

- Of course.
- Okay.

Um, which of their teams
are you a fan of?

- Their teams?
- Of Harvard's.

Oh, uh...

I don't really follow college sports.
This is from when I went there.

You went to Harvard?

- The Law School.
- Really?

Gonna be a great day
when me saying "Harvard"

isn't followed by someone else saying,

No, I didn't mean that--
It's just a surprise.

I know. Um, I'll be right outside.


- Who is it?
BlLLY: It's Billy.

It's okay.

Thank God. I came from work
the second I heard. Oh.

- You poor thing.
- I'm okay now.

Oh, now that I'm here.


I'll just be outside.

Oh, um...

Billy Coffin, Police Officer Reagan.


They gave you a bodyguard.

Just a presence
at Miss Peck's option.

Well, thanks for being here.

I'll be outside.


Hey, Dad, it's me.
What have we got?

We're making progress.
We've got eyes and ears on Malevsky.

Thanks for checking in.

All I'm saying is
if they go 30 seconds

bitching about their wives or whatever,
you need to minimize the wire.

- Minimize the wire?
- Cut the feed.

Just drop in 30 seconds later,
hopefully they've changed the subject

- to something we can use in court.
- That's crazy.

That's the law. You can't just listen
till you get what you're looking for.

You just can't pan for gold, Cliff.

I miss Marine lntelligence,
though you're a lot prettier.


Incoming from Malevsky's cell.

Yeah, Malevsky.

Sonny, Damon.

MALEVSKY: What's up?
DAMON: We got a problem.

There was a guy
we didn't know about.

What kind of guy?

DAMON: A spook.
What agency, bureau, we don't know.

MALEVSKY: Well, who's sniffing?
- Nobody yet, that we know of.

What do we know?

DAMON : That a guy got Reagan'd
and we didn't even know it.

MALEVSKY: Tell everyone to get
ready. We're moving the party up.

They gave it Joe's name.


"Damon Camia." Rego Park?

"Camia." Camia and Malevsky
worked in Warrants with Joe.


So, what have we got?

No physical evidence,
no eyewitnesses.

Not enough
for what we want them for.


Go ahead, Baker.

Who was the supervisor
that signed off on it that day?

Thank you, Baker.

Let's cover these guys
from every possible angle.

Let's get eyes on their homes,

text messages, e-mails.
GPS on their cars,

- and ears on their phones.
- I'm on it.

get the necessary warrants on Camia.

I'm gonna go see an old friend.

Frank. I mean, "commissioner."

Hello, Alice. Could Gerry come out?

Oh, yeah. Gerry.

Gerry, you are never gonna guess
who's out here.

Oh, I'm sorry, my manners.
Please, come on in.

No, that's okay.
This'll just take a minute.

- Police business.
GERRY: Commissioner.

don't leave the man standing there.

She didn't, Gerry. Walk with me.

So, uh, how's your family?

They're all good, thanks for asking.

Sean is coaching lacrosse
at Stony Brook.

Tina's got a third baby girl
on the way.

That's good to hear.

Isn't your Jamie a rookie--?

On January 9th, you signed off
on a cache of confiscated weapons

as being destroyed.

But a number of Glock 9s
never made the trip to the furnace.

Who'd you give them to?


Oh, jeez.

You got ten seconds or no deal.

- What deal?
- The only deal that's out there for you.

- Nine, eight, seven, six--
- All right, all right.

All right, all right.
Art Buchanan and Will Atwater,

Narcotics, Manhattan North.

That's it?

Those are the two I dealt with.

There's another name.

Whoever reached out to you
and brought you in, in the first place.

I'll find the match, you know I will.

Three, two, one--

Teddy Chapin, the 31 precinct.


What deal?

I want your shield and guns on your
chief's desk first thing tomorrow.

And your only pension
is whatever you made

working your little side deal.

I don't wanna see you near a precinct
or at a retirement party,

or even wearing
an N.Y.P.D. baseball cap.

And not a word to anybody.

Thank you.

And that's that.

- Got a second?
- Hmm.

Yeah, what's up, partner?

I need you to slap a tracker on a guy.
Stake him out.

The warrant's on the way.

Did we pick up a case
I don't know about?

Not from Gormley.


I'm gonna ask you to do something,

I know you're not gonna wanna do it.

The guy's on the job.

It's Damon Camia.
He's a detective with the 27 squad.

- I'm not a rat.
- I know.

I don't wanna be.

I know. I'm not a rat either, Jack,
but I need this.

You know I would walk on nails
for you.

But you are asking me
to go against everything that I am.

They killed my brother, Jackie.

Camia and the Blue Templar,
they killed Joe.

Hey. Yeah, Camia's left in his personal
car an hour before end of tour.

Wherever he goes, you go.

Yeah, I'll stay with.

Miss Peck, your food is here.

I ordered plenty for both of us.
Come on in.


I, uh...

Please? I'd appreciate the company.

If I eat alone tonight,
I won't eat and I'm starving.

All right.

- Cliff, what have you got for me?
- Nothing. No calls going out.

Incoming straight to voicemail
and hang ups.

I'm afraid they all took up
vows of silence.

When was the last outgoing call
from any of these guys?

Well, let me take a look.

How could I not see it?

There's nothing down that road, Dad.

It's a dead end.


Well, it wasn't a lightning bolt exactly,
but I was sitting around

with a bunch of other 1 -L classmates
at dinner one night

and everyone was talking about
what firms offer what starting salaries,

and what bonus so-and-so got

their second year
at Dewey, Screw 'em and Howe--

But that's any grad school.
Law, med--

Right, but what struck me is--

And this is gonna sound naive
or idealistic or whatever,

but I don't care because it's true.

--in all those years of family dinners,

I never once heard them
talk about the job

in terms of what they made.

I mean, what they made just wasn't
the reason they did what they did.

- What was?
- The work itself.

Um, you know,
the stories you live to tell.

I mean, you could sit my dad
or my brother Dan next to a king,

a rock star, a billionaire, I don't care,

that person is gonna ask
for just one more story all night long.

So you became a cop to be the most
sought-after guest at dinner parties.

- Yes.
- Ha, ha.

Ha, ha. Um...

I became a cop to make a difference
in a good way, a real way.

And if I get to live
some great stories along the way,

that's just icing on the cake.


Excuse me.

Uh, Billy, I'll call you back in a bit,
okay? Love you.


Uh, listen, thank you for dinner.


Wow. Um...

I'm flattered.

Billy is gay, you know.

He locks himself in the closet
because of his family,

but he's been all about the boys
since we were 10.


No, I didn't, but, um...

Um, no matter. My relief
will probably be here any minute,

so I should get back outside.





- Uh, will you be back tomorrow?
- Um, if that's my assignment, yeah.

- Mm-hm.
- Okay.


Reagan, Petrillo, I'm your relief.

Um, right there.

- Um, good night.
- Good night.



- Yeah.

DANNY: Where have you been?
- I was busy, okay? Just listen up.

Hold on, hold on.
Let me put you on speaker phone.

All right, go ahead.

JACKlE: Listen, a car-- A car--
Not Camia's car, another SUV.

A black SUV with New York plates,

he followed me from the airport

and I thought I lost him,
but he came up behind me

and he just pushed me
off the side of the road.

I think I'm okay. I just, uh--
A few bruises from the air bag,

but, listen, he dropped off
his wife and his kids at JFK

with enough luggage
to go on a Bon Jovi tour.

It was Jet Blue International.
I don't know where it was headed to,

but I got close enough
to hear the goodbyes.

He said he'll being seeing them
in a few days.

- Okay, where's Camia now?
- Wait.


Uh, yeah. It looks like Camia
is back at his house.

But listen to me, these guys are
definitely getting the hell out of Dodge.

All right, good work.
Keep your phone on.


We can't take chances
waiting any longer.

They're cornered and they know it.

Erin, I can bring you in Buchanan
and Atwater

for receiving the weapons
out of Property, but Camia...

If we assume the wife is traveling
with a pile of cash,

we can run the manifests for Jet Blue,
alert Customs on the end

and sweat the wife, but that's an if.

- Where do I start?
- Malevsky first.


- Cliff, feed me his location.
- Got your back.

This is Officer Reagan.

Are Detectives Trotta or Stanton
still there?

I'm sorry, detective,
I'm just trying to get this straight.

DCPl hasn't released any information
regarding the kidnap attempt?

The father's traveling in Europe.
We haven't been able to reach him.

We wanted to see if he had any
insights before we went wide with this

and scared the crap
out of every female tourist in town.

You playing detective, rookie?

No, sir. Thanks for your time.

Laura Peck, Room 1 1 03.



Father, I'm Detective Reagan
with the N.Y.P.D.

Sonny Malevsky, is that his car?

Oh, my, is it stolen?

- No, no, Malevsky--
- He donated it for the raffle.

- Is he here now?
- He was just here.

He just dropped it off
about ten minutes ago.

Okay. I'm sorry to trouble you.
Thank you.

Dad. Yeah.
No, Malevsky dumped the car, Dad.

No, he's off the grid.

Okay, I'm after him, all right.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Someone tried to kidnap me
this morning, would you feel safe?

You need to get out.

Laura! Laura!

You're with me, have a few laughs.

No! No!

No! No!


No! No!

Hey, police!


On your stomach. On your stomach.
Hands behind your back.

- Are you okay?
- I'm okay. I'm okay.

Come on, come on, let's get inside.

Don't move.
Stay where I can see you, Coffin.


You heard me, you stay right there.
Call 91 1.

DANNY: I'm still sitting across
from Buchanan's, Dad.

No sign of him.
No lights on, nothing.

No. Jackie says
there's no sign of him either.

She thinks he's not home.

This doesn't look good.
We should maybe put it over the air.

Hold on, hold on.

He was home after all. He must
have been watching the street.

And he's on the move.

Okay, Dad,
I'm gonna see where the party's at.

Boston P.D. had both the driver
and your wounded in their system,

a couple of enforcers
for a Southie crew

with a lot of kidnapping and extortion
on their r?sum?s.

Coffin's waiting for his lawyer,

but, uh, why don't you
put it all together for me?

- I can't do that.
- No theory, officer?

First thing Coffin said was,
"l left work as soon as I heard."

It just didn't sit right with me
in the back of my mind.

Then when I checked with you,
the nickel dropped.

Miss Peck hadn't called anyone yet.

Coffin could have only heard about it

through the guys
that tried to snatch her.

And when you checked with me
is when you should've said something.

I'm just glad
I made it back here in time.

First time you shot someone, kid?

- Yes, sir.
- Enjoy the paperwork.



Hey, Dad.

You okay?

Miss Peck, I gotta get going.

can't you just stay for a little while?

Uh, I really can't,
my family needs me.

Okay, uh, then thank you.


If you need anything, you know
I work out of the 12th, look me up.


And if Abu Dhabi doesn't work out,

we have a lot of nice museums
right here.

Okay, Dad,
Buchanan just picked up Malevsky

at a diner off of the BQE,
they're back on it and heading north.

Atwater and Camia both just got off the
BQE just north of the Pulaski Bridge.

- They're in Greenpoint.
DANNY: They're gonna meet.

I'll stay with Malevsky
and call in the location.

If this is what I think it is,
we're gonna need backup,

and it's gonna have to be guys
that are gonna actually back us up.

- You got guys?
- I got guys.

Want us to meet you there?

Jamie's on his way.
You wait for me, Danny.

I'll coordinate with your driver.
Good luck, sir.

What's up, ladies?


Dr. Malevsky is in the house.

And everyone is gonna get well.


Alex Bello, come on down.



OFFlCER 1: Freeze! Nobody move!
OFFlCER 2: Hands up!

OFFlCER 1: Freeze!
OFFlCER 2: Let's go!

Freeze! Right there!

You know the drill. Keep your hands
where we can see them.

Anybody tries anything stupid,
you will catch a bullet.

Up against the table, all of you.

Come on. Turn around.

Get over there.


You, I did not see.

That was maybe the hardest part,

- Getting over on you.
- I won't ask why,

there's millions of reasons
in those bags.

But how could you look at me?

Your trust was my insurance.

Before I take your shields,
there's a question I want answered.

Which one of you killed my son?

I'll ask again.

Who shot my boy?

Just so you know,

it's not like he wasn't warned.

Just like the rookie over here,
again and again.

But you people,
you just don't take a hint, do you?

Not from you, we don't.

For what it's worth,

I'm sorry.

It was nothing personal against Joe.

It was personal to us, you scumbag.

- Sonny, don't.
MAN: Don't do this.

We all die, Sonny,
it's just a question of when.


Call the bus, Jack.

- Danny.

Take their shields.

- Your hands quit shaking yet, kid?
- Yeah, almost.

Kid brother finally lost his cherry.

Don't bust my chops, Danny.

My hope for you, for both of you,

is you never have to fire your weapon
in the line of duty again.

- The paperwork is murder.
DANNY: Right.

Can't you do something about that,

- Okay, who wants to say grace?
- Grace.


- Never gets old.
- No.

- Grace.
- Still not funny when you say it, Jack.

I thought it was.

- I'd like to say grace.
- I'd like to say grace.

You always get to say grace.

- I asked first.
- You say grace every Sunday.

Hey, kids.

Let's keep it civil.

- Why don't we all say grace?
HENRY: Yeah.

Come on. Come on.

Bless us, O Lord...

ALL: For these gifts
which we are about to receive

from your bountiful hands
through Christ our Lord.

"Down these mean streets,
a man must go

who is not himself mean.

Who is neither tarnished nor afraid."

Raymond Chandler.

His definition of a hero.

He could have been talking
about Joe.

I'd like to think
he was with us last night.

I know he is always with me.