Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Privilege - full transcript

RENEE:
Econ 3200, where juniors go to die.

COURTNEY: Here's what I learned:
The Laffer curve, not so funny.

You sure
you don't wanna come with us?

And put down this page-turner?

I'll catch you guys later.

[TlRES SCREECHlNG]

[COURTNEY GRUNTlNG]

[POLlCE SlREN WAlLS]

What, are you flying solo, Reagan?

My partner banged in sick.
What have we got?

Victim's name is Courtney Thurman.
She's a freshman at the college.



She was on her way home
from the library,

next thing she know,
perp's got her on the ground,

yanks her jeans, rips her underwear,
and then the crazy part--

- He didn't finish the deed.
- Yeah.

That's the second sexual assault
we had on campus tonight.

You send your kid
to get an education,

instead you get some mutt
collecting trophies.

- How's the girl?
- She's okay. A little shook up.

- Seems like a good kid.
- She identify the perp?

No, some goon
with a stocking pulled over his face.

She say anything about an SUV?

Yeah, she said she was followed
by a black Escalade.

Great. Panties, stocking, Escalade.
It's the same MO.

We got a sexual predator on a spree.



No, no, no.
You gotta go back the other way.

- I got it. I got it.
- Yeah.

- Great.
- Heh, heh. Yeah.

No, you're supposed to hit
the other guy.

- Yeah, yeah.
SYDNEY: What about Morgan Hall?

Remember Patricia's wedding?
It was beautiful, wasn't it?

Sure, Syd.

I was thinking about going topless
to the wedding.

You okay with that?

Sounds good.

Yeah. Did you see that?

No, do it again.

- Ah. Yeah, getting there.
- Got it.

ERlN: Whatever you do,
stay away from Morgan Hall.

SYDNEY:
The food?

The bad luck.

What's wrong, Syd?

You have your own problems.
You don't need to hear mine.

The only problem I have right now
is in San Francisco with my daughter.

You want a cup of tea?

It's just--

Yeah, I'm happy
Jamie's doing something he loves.

It's nothing.

A Harvard lawyer
put a ring on your finger

and you're walking down the aisle
with a rookie cop.

You have every reason
to be thrown by that.

No, it's not that, really.

I'd marry Jamie if he worked a booth
in the Midtown Tunnel.

Just as long as
I didn't feel like he loved taking tolls

more than he loved talking to me.

You can't take it personally, Syd.
It's not you, it's the job.

It's like my mother used to say,

"A woman cannot compete
with the gun and the shield."

Is that why you never dated
any cops?

Geez, yeah, probably.

Instead I married a defense attorney
who turned out to be a sleazebag.

So, what do I know?

[CHUCKLES]

DANNY: Anything else, Courtney?
Can you describe his voice?

He never said a word.

How about his hands?
Were they rough or soft?

Did they have any distinct odor
coming off them?

I'm sorry.

[SNlFFLlNG]

It just happened so suddenly,
you know?

I do. It's all right. It's all right.

COP: Hey, detective?
- Yeah. Excuse me.

- Yeah?
- Anonymous call to 91 1.

Just reported a female screaming
for help eight blocks from here.

You're kidding me? All right.

Hey, sweetie. It's okay.

This is so Nick and Nora.
I mean, this whole place to ourselves?

- How do you do it?
- In this economy, I just called around

until I found someone
who needed business.

No, that veal chop would have
a line around the corner.

Well, maybe
this is the night he closes.

But he opened just for you.

Well, maybe
someone saved his life once.

Someone saved his life once?

Robber had a knife at his throat
and then he didn't.

This is a risk, Frank.

Well, risk is the price you pay
for opportunity.

Well, what sort of opportunity?

The opportunity of sitting across from
you at dinner, thinking about later.

[PHONE VlBRATlNG]

[FRANK SlGHS]

Keep it off the air.

I want the chief of D's
there to brief me.

Same with Manhattan North.

- Am I going to see you later?
- I don't think so.

Anything you'd like to share?

Yes, there is.

Heh, heh, heh. Gee, thanks.

I'm sorry about this.

Yeah, get me the news desk.

Hey, it's Kelly.

Listen, there's something happening,
Manhattan North,

and it's not on the police radio.

DANNY: Talk to me.
COP: Victim's Lauren Ryder.

Student at the university.

She's beat pretty bad,
not saying too much.

But I'll tell you this: The guy who raped
her is a mean son of a bitch.

- Hold on, raped her?
- Yeah.

Great, so this guy's been building up
the courage all night

to finally take what he wanted.

The only good news is that,
in the struggle,

she grabbed at the perp's mask, got a
glimpse of him before he hit her again.

DANNY: Was she able to lD the guy?
- Caucasian, medium build.

Thinks he's got brown hair.

That's a start.

BAKER: Two students were attacked,
then there was an escalation to rape.

We have a sexual predator
targeting university coeds.

That's why you called me in?

I felt it was important, sir.

Baker, you did good.
Where are we at with it?

Chief of D's had all surveillance video
pulled from the area's Argus system

and forwarded it to Major Case.

Manhattan North
has doubled police patrols.

Get the names and numbers
for the victims' families.

They should hear from the N.Y.P.D.
before the press breaks this.

Commissioner.

KELLY [ON TV]:
Yes, Joe, we are here live.

There's a gruesome scene
in Morningside Park

as the latest victim
in a string of assaults...

Can you turn up the volume
on that one?

--here on the scene. Unfortunately,
there aren't any suspects yet.

The police are canvassing the area.
Hopefully, we'll hear something soon.

Pretty soon, they'll be able
to report the news before it happens.

- Reagan, where are we?
- Hey.

Got the sketch artist at the hospital
with the rape victim.

She's in and out of consciousness,

- but they're working on a likeness.
- Put it up in the media,

- in the neighborhood.
- On it. What have you got?

N.Y.P.D. Argus footage
and the university's own surveillance.

Hopefully somewhere in here,
I get a look at this Escalade.

I think of my own daughter.

Yeah.

Patrols have been doubled on campus,
additional foot posts have been added

and Anti-Crime Units will be running
regular sweeps through the area.

- N.Y.P.D. have any suspects?
- Any suspects?

Not yet, Willis. We're in the early
stages of the investigation.

- Have a description?
- Have a description?

White male, medium build,
in his 20 or 30s.

Do you have any firm leads,
commissioner?

I think I already answered
that question, Ms. Davidson.

Thank you. That's all for now.

MAN:
Commissioner, one more question.

[EKG BEEPlNG]

DANNY:
Mr. Ryder.

Detective Reagan.

They just gave her a shot
to help her sleep.

We're gonna do all we can to get the
guy who did this to your daughter, sir.

They say the next 24 hours
are critical.

DANNY:
Yeah.

Look,
I know this is uncomfortable for you,

but I do have to ask you
some questions, sir.

Your daughter,
any reason to think she was targeted?

Ex-boyfriend,
problems with a stalker?

No. No, I don't think so.
She-- She would have told me.

We speak every day on the phone.

She got an A on a biology test.

She's premed.

[SNlFFLES]

Does she do any work
outside of school, part-time job?

No, she's on scholarship.

I give her all the pocket money
she needs.

I just keep thinking about
how scared she must have been.

- I'm really sorry, Mr. Ryder.
- Yeah.

- Please, Walter.
- Walter.

See, it's just been the two of us.

We lost her mother 15 years ago
to cancer.

Not a day has passed that I don't wish
that she was still here with us,

until today.

Today, I'm happy she's not here.

JAMlE:
Shouldn't we be doing something?

RENZULLl:
We are.

Besides contributing
to your high cholesterol.

Why don't we re-canvas those stores.
Maybe that stickup guy hits again.

Let me tell you something.
Lots of cops burn themselves out

chasing down every half-assed lead
like it's The French Connection,

but never learning the secret
to being a good cop.

- What's that, extra mayo?
- I make the jokes around here, rookie.

- All right.
- Talking about the art of doing nothing.

Amazing you don't
have your own command by now.

I'm serious.
N.Y.P.D. have spent millions of dollars

of hours and manpower
setting up stings and takedowns,

but if they just taught more cops
the art of observing...

What, nannies and skateboarders?

Well, for instance,
that yupster over there.

The Mandles, 1 1 o'clock.
What do you think he's doing?

JAMlE: He's reading the newspaper.
- No.

That's what he wants his wife
to think.

What he's really doing is checking out
those blonds doing tai chi.

We can arrest him
for having impure thoughts.

Okay, wise ass.

- See that?
- What?

RENZULLl:
The guy in the suit. Look at him.

See him touching his hip
like he's looking for something?

- Checking his wallet.
- You wear your wallet on your hip?

Huh?

Guy's got a gun, Reagan.

- He does? Well, let's go toss him.
- No.

Why not? What, a gun collar?
You crazy? Why not?

Because he's a cop, Reagan.

Mike Respoli, works out of the 2-5.

Plays on my softball team,
center field.

Okay, so I knew, but you didn't.

[CHUCKLES]

All right.

I wish I could be more helpful.

He was behind me.
I never got a real look at him.

He had a stocking over his head.

- It was horrible.
- Anything you might have forgotten?

Any small details
you might have left out?

I heard about the other girl.

I guess I was lucky.

Hard to say it was luck
what happened to you.

Hey.

They didn't have tomato and rice,
so it's vegetable, okay?

Perfect. This is my best friend, Renee,
and my boyfriend, Blake.

This is the detective
I was telling you about.

He just wanted to ask me
some more questions.

- Should we come back?
DANNY: No, no.

Actually, maybe you can help.
Take a look at this sketch.

See if it reminds you of anybody
you know or have seen around.

RENEE:
Sorry.

Not really.

Okay. I'll tell you what, if any
of you guys remember something,

I mean, anything at all comes to mind,
I want you to give me a call, anytime.

We'll get this guy.

BLAKE:
You just hear about this stuff.

Never think
it's gonna happen to you.

You take good care of her.

DANNY: Hey, sarge, I'm back.
- How'd you do?

DANNY: I put the sketch out there.
It's pretty generic.

- Have any luck?
- A ground rule double.

Video footage captures an Escalade
matching the description in the area.

Got a nice picture of it
rolling down Broadway,

but we only got
a partial license plate.

Anything pop at the DMV?

Yeah, we got two real strong
possibles.

We got a Vincent Harrah
of West 91 st Street

and a Sofia Calso of Park Avenue.

West 91 st Street is about
1 5 blocks from the last attack.

Mr. Harrah has also been
a contestant with us before.

Yes, he has.

Two priors, possession of ecstasy
and domestic abuse.

Yeah, put out a FlNEST message.

Get every RMP looking
for these license plates.

All right, I'm gonna go visit Mr. Harrah
and ring his bell.

- You have a problem, man?
- No, but you might.

Where you going? Hey.

Good, now stay there.
I'll bring you some ice.

Hey! If I catch you,
I'm gonna break your other leg.

Come on.

Ma'am. Where you going?
Come here.

- Are you arresting me? What did I do?
- Shut up. Hands in front.

- I didn't do anything.
- That why you jumped out a window?

Your car was at the scene
of a rape last night.

Rape? I didn't rape anybody.
I was at the Yankee game.

Good, we'll get Jeter on the horn
and find out.

No, no, no.
We just collared our guy.

- Reagan.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- We gotta cut him loose.

- Who?
- Who? Vincent Harrah, who.

From the Jumbotron video of last
night's ballgame at Yankee Stadium.

The perp's alibi just checked out,
35,000 eyewitnesses.

Says he only rabbited
because of the drug priors.

- Okay.
- What? No Reagan riot act?

I guess it's your lucky day.
I just hung up with the 1 7th.

Two uniforms just pulled over the other
SUV with the partial plate match.

Finally. Captain,
thank you so much for coming.

These idiots
have been keeping us here.

- "Sofia Calso."
- Yes. Do you have any idea

what the traffic is going to be like
going out to the Hamptons now?

No, actually I have no idea.

- Is this your vehicle, ma'am?
SOFlA: Yes, it's my vehicle.

Would you mind telling me what's
going on, because they wouldn't?

You using this car last night?

I was at the Metropolitan Museum
of Art for a charity auction.

I took a town car.

Do you have the name and number
of the car service you used?

This is outrageous.
Do you have any idea who I am?

"Sofia Calso."

My husband is the deputy consul
of Argentina.

I have diplomatic immunity.

You have no right
to stop and detain me.

- Is that what that emblem is? Nice.
SOFlA: Yes, exactly. Precisely.

A vehicle matching yours in make
and model with a similar license plate

was involved in a series
of sexual assaults last night.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Anyone else access this vehicle?

I've had enough of this.
I'm not talking to you people anymore.

Some pretty fancy bumper stickers.
Kids must go to some nice schools.

My daughter is a freshman at Brown.
My son is in college here in New York.

Are you finished?

- Yeah, for now.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Have a great day.

Sebastian Calso?

SEBASTlAN: Barney Miller?
- Yeah, yeah, that's good.

Hey, guess who's been tapped for
open mike night at Central Booking?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

I'm kind of busy with classes
right now.

So I think, like, never, maybe.

I think like now, maybe.

I'll let my dad decide.

Your dad?

Officer?

- It's detective, actually.
CLAUDlO: Oh, of course.

The business suit.

Claudio Calso,
deputy consul of Argentina.

Mr. Deputy Consul, I just came by
to ask Sebastian some questions

about his whereabouts last night.

His mother told me
you might be stopping by,

but I'm afraid it would be impossible
for you to question him.

Why is that?

I am asserting
his diplomatic immunity.

A violent rape was committed within
the proximity of the school grounds.

We know Sebastian's Escalade
was in the area,

so I just wanted to see
if he'd seen anything.

Sebastian?

Apparently not.

Okay, look,
a woman was beaten and raped.

And Sebastian shrugs his shoulders
and it's "apparently not"?

I do not like your tone.

Well, forgive me.
I never made it to finishing school.

This conversation is now over.

Sebastian, take you out to lunch.

[SPEAKlNG FORElGN LANGUAGE]

GORMLEY: Lab report came back
snake eyes on the rape kit.

We've got a sample,
but no matches in the system.

I'm really liking the diplomat's kid
for this.

Well, right now your case is weaker
than the Mets bullpen.

- What do you mean?
- You got a parking sticker on a car,

you got a rough sketch and you got
a suspect with diplomatic immunity,

which, as you know, is absolute.

It's not my fault I can't talk to the kid.

Gotta take it up with 1 PP.
They just called down.

The commissioner has this.

Look, if I can get
in this kid's apartment--

The commissioner has this.

Let those four words be the gospel
according to Gormley, okay?

Get some sleep, Reagan.
I like it better when you fight back.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Ha, ha.

- Deputy consul.
- Commissioner.

Thanks for coming.
Please, sit down.

I was having some coffee.
Would you like some?

Yes, thank you.

Actually,
this isn't the first time we've met.

It was a few years ago
at Gracie Mansion,

back when
I was chief of department.

Oh, yes, of course.

I was a police officer for over 30 years
before I became police commissioner,

but I like to think of myself
as a father first.

I raised four kids.

And I always let them know
that they came before the job.

BAKER: Your coffee, sir.
- But I also let them know

that if they had done wrong,
that I would be as firm with them

as I would any lawbreaker
on the street.

That's admirable, commissioner.

What I'm about to ask of you
is unimaginably difficult,

but it is the right thing to do.

I want you
to waive your son's immunity.

Commissioner,
I've spoken with Sebastian.

My son did not commit these crimes.

Then allow us to rule him out
as a suspect.

Permit my detectives to talk to him
and take a DNA sample.

I'm sorry, commissioner,

but it would be bad precedent for me
to breach a diplomatic protocol.

I will not waive my son's immunity
under any circumstances.

- I understand.
- Thank you for the coffee.

If you like good coffee,

you should try
some of my country's boutique blends.

I will send you some beans.

Take it down to the lab.
They're expecting it.

Every morning with this one.

Eggs Benedict, eggs Florentine.

I'm up to here with eggs.
I got eggs coming out of my ears.

JAMlE: Whoa, stop the car.
RENZULLl: What?

- Something not right about this guy.
- I'm shocked, Reagan.

I'm shocked a Harvard guy like you
is mocking the vertically challenged.

It's 85 degrees out.
Why is he wearing a coat?

RENZULLl:
And why is it bulging?

Okay, good eye, Reagan.

All right, now stop moving.
Stop moving, all right? Stop moving.

Reagan, you're not gonna believe this.
Look what this clown just tossed, huh?

Congratulations, kid.
You just caught your first gun collar.

Did you hear that? Let's go.

GORMLEY:
This just in from the lab at 1 PP.

I'm not exactly a science major.
What am I looking at here?

Brave new world.

It's the DNA obtained
from the suspect's biological father.

You know, from the coffee cup
in the commissioner's office.

It's a partial match to the DNA
from the rape victim, Lauren Ryder.

Okay, we got partial plates,
we got partial DNA.

- I'm partially happy. So, what?
- It may not be the suspect's own DNA,

but it shows you've been barking
up the right tree.

We still can't bust the kid.
He's untouchable.

DNA from the coffee cup?
Smooth, Dad.

I try to stay in the game.

So how do you think
it's gonna play out?

I don't know.

The mayor sent his partial DNA match
to Argentina.

And we wait and see
if they waive his kid's immunity.

- That'll be nice.
- If they do.

So?

What?
Lunch with my beautiful daughter

has been a tradition
since you've been at the DA's.

Yeah, except it's 3 in the afternoon
and not a Wednesday.

Well, maybe I remembered

that you second-seated
a diplomatic immunity case once.

I'll poke around a little bit.

See if I can find a way into,
around or over this thing.

- Always good to have a plan B.
- Mm-hm.

And a beer.

KELLY: Channel 10 News has learned
the N. Y.P.D. does have a suspect...

The mayor went public with this?

--in the university sex attacks.

But he's likely to walk
and it is not for lack of evidence.

It's because
he has a get-out-of-jail-free card:

diplomatic immunity.

Now, we've also learned that
the mayor's office has approached...

First I heard about it.

You agreed, Mr. Mayor, to sit on this

until Argentina considered
your request.

For once, having 3,000 credentialed
reporters in our city works in our favor.

Embarrassing Argentina?
It's a pretty risky strategy.

No. I mean, if they deny our request,
then they are a cold and heartless lot

who don't care about
the decent citizens of this city like I do.

It becomes
the State Department's problem.

- All they can do is send him back.
- Where he becomes their problem.

The point is
he is no longer my problem.

And the victim and her family?

Since when do we bat a thousand,
Frank?

WALTER: Diplomatic immunity?
DANNY: It's complicated, Walter.

WALTER: Well, it shouldn't be.
You know who did it, you arrest him.

DANNY: I don't like it any more than
you do, okay? But my hands are tied.

I so much as ask this kid for the time,
I get jammed up.

- Maybe I should ask him for the time.
- I didn't hear you say that.

No, my daughter is lying
in a hospital bed.

This kid's courtside at the Knicks?

Walter, I know it doesn't make
any sense, but it's the law.

No, you know what, detective?
It makes perfect sense.

The diplomat gets to protect his kid,
not the electrician.

Well, if you can't
do something about it, I will.

I got a better idea. How about
we round up every diplomat in the city

and send them back
to wherever they came from?

I ever tell you about the time I had
the Russian ambassador's car towed

to the South Bronx?

A little glasnost
straight up his tailpipe.

That stunt put you in the doghouse
with Washington for a year, Pop.

Also put me in favor
with the rank and file for life.

- Yes, it did.
- Great-Grandpa was in a doghouse?

- It's an expression, stupid.
LlNDA: Okay, boys.

HENRY:
Easy, Jack. Jack.

I'm with Danny. These people abuse
diplomatic privileges.

They don't pay their parking tickets,
their rent, they scoff at our laws.

Oh. That gun bust might have knocked
sense into this kid.

- You're with Danny on this?
- I am.

So, what, you think that spoiled
dipstick should get away with it?

SYDNEY:
Of course not. Rape is heinous.

I'd like to cut off
the jerk's equipment myself.

I just think
you have a naive view of things.

- I'm naive, huh?
- Not that that should surprise me.

JAMlE: Oh, Syd, come on.
- What?

He's the only one who's allowed
to have an opinion at the table?

Whoa. And in this corner,
a newcomer in the ring, Syd the Kid.

This is great.
I get to spend another Sunday dinner

with some lvy League attorney trying
to open my eyes to the real world.

More cranberries, anyone?

You back down now,
he'll never let you hear the end of it.

Diplomatic immunity may not
be perfect, but it serves a purpose.

Helps rich kids get away with rape.

So, what about
American diplomats abroad?

They don't pay
their parking tickets either.

[LlNDA & DANNY CHUCKLE]

I'm talking about the female diplomat
in the Middle East who ends up in jail

because she wears inappropriate garb
and doesn't have diplomatic immunity.

Do you really want our ambassadors
in tenuous countries

[PHONE VlBRATlNG]

to be subject to trumped-up charges,
thrown in jail

and used as pawns
in a diplomatic game of chicken?

The world is a lot bigger
than the Five Boroughs, Danny.

Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't get to spend
my junior year abroad like you.

I had my hands full in Falluja.

Well, Argentina turned us down.
They're not gonna waive immunity.

Excuse me.

Great.

That's just what your friend,
the mayor, wanted.

FRANK: He's not my friend.
- Now he'll call the State Department

and have that kid's butt
shipped back to Argentina.

He raped somebody,
we give him a first-class ticket home.

I'll tell you what.
I ain't letting that kid walk.

ERlN:
I'm here, I'm here.

You better have a good reason
for missing dinner.

- She might.
- Of course, I had to pull Judge Barthell

from his son's
Holy Communion party.

HENRY: What you doing with Barthell?
- Getting this.

- What is it?
- It's a material witness order.

The vehicle was used
in the commission of a B felony.

First-degree rape, in this case.

State of New York says
I can take you into custody now.

- I beg your pardon.
DANNY: I beg your pardon.

Please don't make this any more fun
for me than it already is, okay?

- And my diplomatic immunity?
- Oh, yeah. Excuse me. Yeah, that.

Well, that actually went out the window
the minute you divorced your husband,

which you failed to disclose to us.
Did she disclose that to you?

So now you're gonna come down
with me to Central Booking

where you can hang out
with the drug addicts,

the prostitutes and other unsavory
types who tend to hang out there.

Until such time
as you can get your son

to come down
and give me an interview,

which I'm sure won't take too long,
since you control his trust fund.

Shall we go?

Enjoy your lunch.

Shall we?

Get him in the car. Right away.

What are you doing? Hey. Hey.

- What are you doing, Walter?
- Just sightseeing, that's all.

- Sightseeing, huh?
- Yeah.

If I pat you down, that bulge in your
pocket is going to be, what, a camera?

You understand criminal possession
of a firearm is a C felony?

You're a father. Try to imagine how little
I care about what happens to me now.

Hey, what about Lauren?
Do you care what happens to her?

Walter, if I put my hands on you
and that camera is not a camera,

she'll be visiting you upstate
for three years.

- Think that'll make this better for her?
- So I'm supposed to do nothing?

Then what, detective? You tell me.

Next semester,
when she shows up for biology class,

this animal is sitting next to her?
Huh?

- That can't happen.
- No, this cannot happen.

Now, you do yourself a favor.

Walk down to that river,
find a nice quiet spot

and drop your little 9mm Nikon
into the water, okay?

Hey.

If you don't do that, I'm gonna be
locking up a good man here today.

I'll take care of this piece of crap.
Go. Go.

Where are these people?
It's hot as hell in here.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
We're a little shorthanded here.

Mind moving your jacket, please?

As you know, detective,
my client has agreed to this interview,

but he's in no way waiving
his immunity.

Right. That's fine.

How about we start
with you taking off your sunglasses?

How about I think about it? No.

Okay, suit yourself.
I only have a few questions.

SEBASTlAN:
And I have one of my own.

Air conditioning.
Have you ever heard of it?

Yeah.
They haven't fixed that, have they?

Jeez, it's been off and on lately.
Been complaining for weeks myself.

- I can see you have a lot of pull.
- Yeah.

All right, let's get started.

Where were you
on the night of the 1 6th?

St. Tropez.

No, wait. Cancun.

No, that was two weeks ago.

I'm not really sure.

- Bali? Heh, heh, heh.
- He's funny.

It's funny a young girl got raped?

No, it's funny that you think
I need to get mine that way.

I don't think anything.
The evidence speaks for itself.

Your vehicle was at the crime scene.
Victim lD'd you.

I'd be willing to bet my salary,

if you took a DNA test,
it would be all over that girl.

It's a good thing I'm smart enough
not to take that bet,

despite the temptation
of winning the whole $40,000.

Hm. Yeah, well, fortunately
I'm compensated in other ways.

Like when I get to see the look of love
in a meat wrangler's eye

the day I make some spoiled rich kid
his new cellie.

[SEBASTlAN SCOFFS]

That's a nice tattoo you got there.

Let's get out of here.

Help yourself.

Nice tie.

GORMLEY: It work?
- Yeah. Don't touch anything.

He put his sweaty hands
all over the doorknob.

He's got some drips over here,
and look at the table too.

Puts a new spin on the term
"to sweat someone."

Yeah. I have a question for you.

Why does the boyfriend
of one our victims

have the same exact tattoo on his arm
as this rapist?

DANNY: Tell me about it.
- It's Wolf and Key.

It's the name of a
sort of exclusive club at school.

Like a fraternity?

It's private, secret.
No one is supposed to know about it.

I mean,
they only tap five freshman a year.

We've had a president, senators,
even Supreme Court justices.

That explains why Sebastian's
kissed in.

But what about you?
What's your excuse?

Your old man is a teacher
from Yonkers. How did you get in?

- I'm captain of the football team.
- Oh.

- Gotta have one of those, right?
- You know how the world works.

I don't know how that world works.
Why don't you enlighten me.

- You're either them or you're not them.
- Uh-huh.

Wolf and Key can open up
a lot of doors for me.

Look,

I'm not Brett Favre.

I had no future
in professional football.

- Come on, a girl like Courtney?
- A girl like Courtney.

Your girlfriend.
That's the part that I don't get.

I've seen you two together.
You look very happy.

She's a very beautiful girl.

But you knew Sebastian.

You knew he attacked her.
Why didn't you come forward?

Protect a guy
who attacked your girlfriend?

I don't know.

You don't know what?
He attacked your girlfriend.

He didn't attack her.

What do you mean,
he didn't attack her?

If he didn't attack your girlfriend,
then who did?

Hey. Hey.

Who attacked your girlfriend?

Who did it?

I did.

[SlGHS]

Wow. You attacked your girlfriend.

- It was just supposed to be a prank.
- Prank?

BLAKE:
This year's initiation.

You attacked your girlfriend
as part of hazing?

Sebastian dreamed it up.
The Hottie Hit List.

- The five hottest girls on campus.
- Yeah.

We'd ride around with senior members
and when we got their panties,

check their name off.

So you pantsed her.
Your own girlfriend.

I'd be careful
and she wouldn't get hurt.

Right, because chivalry's
not dead with you.

So now it's Sebastian's turn.

You and your buddies, you're all
in the car. What did you do? Hm?

Did you watch?

- Did you watch him rape that girl?
- To verify.

To verify what?

We didn't know
he was gonna rape her.

We didn't.

He went nuts.

He went nuts and the rest of you
sat around and you watched.

That makes you all part of it now.

That makes you all,
future masters of the universe

accessories to aggravated rape.

You know, kid,
you wanted to be just like them.

Well, congratulations. You are.

DANNY:
Lock them all up.

Bring them all out. Let's go.

Any other day
we lock up 50 degenerate rich kids,

I'm howling to the moon.

But this mutt, Sebastian,
is still on the loose.

I gotta roll. Lab just hit a bull's-eye
on the DNA from my doorknob.

Get ready to start howling.

Hey, I'll be back for you.

FRANK:
I don't know, Kelly.

I just don't think
we should see each other.

- I'm sorry, I gotta go.
CLAUDlO: Five minutes.

I do not want to miss the beginning
of La Boh?me.

Sit down.

Four minutes.

BAKER: As you know, your son came
into the N.Y.P.D. for an interview.

Seems that our air conditioning
was broken.

Three minutes.

What Baker was about to say,
Claudio,

is your son dripped his DNA
all over the room.

Forensics compared his sample
with those taken from the victim

as part of the rape kit performed
after the attack.

That's a perfect match, Claudio.

Commissioner, despite what
your evidence may or may not show,

it is immaterial.

My son remains protected
under diplomatic immunity.

That's true. He is protected, here.

N.Y.P.D. forwarded Sebastian Calso's
DNA profile to officials in Argentina,

specifically
the Buenos Aires Police Department.

It was run against evidence collected
in the rape and beating

of a 1 9-year old Buenos Aires
student last summer.

I'm afraid that, too, is a match.

Oh, God.

Our State Department will give your
son 24 hours to return to Argentina,

where he will be tried for that crime

and he will be convicted
and sent to Mendoza.

Mendoza Prison is your country's
most notoriously ruthless--

I know. I know of Mendoza.

FRANK: Of course, you could decide
to waive your son's immunity.

Allow N.Y.P.D. detectives to take him
into custody and risk a fair trial here.

He's my son, commissioner.

And the girl he raped
is another man's daughter.

Oh, time's up.

On your way to the opera,
call your son and explain it to him.

So, what are you doing here with me

instead of at home
with your beautiful fianc?e?

Sydney is pulling an all-nighter
at the law firm.

I don't know, I guess I just had an urge
to look at some of these old pictures.

So how's it been,
first few weeks on the job?

Every time I do something,

my sergeant tells me
how I should have done it differently.

[HENRY CHUCKLES]

And then I think about what
Danny would have done.

And that's something else.

Good cops are made
by the world they police.

I was the kind of cop
I needed to be in my time.

So was your dad. So was Danny.

Now your dad runs the city
and Danny's adapting to the changes.

And I'm a dinosaur.

[HENRY CHUCKLES]

Listen to your sergeant.
Become your own kind of good cop.

- I've seen that picture before.
- Which?

JAMlE:
What's that pin?

The Templar. I told you about that.

- I didn't know Danny was one.
- Yeah, he joined.

- It was a different thing by then.
- Different how?

In my day, we formed the Templar for
a reason, to clean up the department.

After the job was done,

it became just another club,
drinking and war stories.

You know what?

That's more dinosaur talk.

Let's see what happened
with the Jets.

[lNDlSTlNCT DlALOGUE ON TV]

[CHATTERlNG]

DANNY:
Get back. Step aside.

REPORTER 1: Detective.
- Hold on. Whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on.

Something's not quite right.

Oh, yeah. There we go.

What's the matter,
you got no jokes today?

Step aside.

- How's she doing?
WALTER: She's gonna be okay.

- He's not.
REPORTER 2: Mr. Calso.

HENRY:
Hey, Francis.

Special delivery.

FRANK: Where did you get this?
- I found it on the stoop.

There's a card.

ERlN: They're your favorite kind.
Who are they from?

- The mayor.
DANNY: Ooh.

Don't mind if I do.

ERlN: Speaking of our civic leader...
HENRY: Uh-oh.

DANNY:
Oh, here he goes.

--it's a victory
for the city of New York.

I'm just happy that the government
of Argentina heeded my advice

- and did the right thing.
ERlN : Pssh.

- What a weasel.
- Yeah.

Dad does all the work
and the mayor takes the credit.

Sounds familiar.

If you're looking for a pat on the back,
don't become a cop.

DANNY:
Aw.

- Good job, Dad.
- Yeah, good job, Dad.

Good job, son.

[ALL LAUGHlNG]

Don't smoke that in the house.