Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 12, Episode 4 - True Blue - full transcript

You got any big plans
for Halloween?
Of course.

My boyfriend and I have
costumes planned for each night.

Each night?

Don't tell me you've never
heard of Hallo-weekend?

I can't say that I have.

Halloween is basically

a week-long celebration
these days.

That sounds excessive.

Pull over.

Everything all right
here, guys?

Yeah, Sarge, we're fine.



I'm just trying to keep
my buddy here from driving home.

Where are you taking him?

Maybe you should take him
home instead of to a bar.

My name's Kyle Dorsey.
I work out of the 5-6.

This is Mark Adams.
He works out of the 2-1.

Look, if I take him home
in this condition,

his wife's gonna
kill us both.

Yeah, well, as a cop,
he should know better.

He's obviously unfit for duty.

But if you've got
everything under control,

we'll be on our way.

Come on.
Let's go.

Sarge.

Hey, Kyle.



Did you see this?

It looks like your friend
was in an accident.

Come on, man.

Well, this changes everything.
I'm gonna put it over the air

and see what he might've hit.

Really, dude?
And that's "Sergeant" to you.

Oh, what the hell, man?
You said you'd help me out!
Sergeant to Central.

Hands behind your back.

Let me handle him.

Yeah, 'cause you're doing
such a great job.

Hands behind your back.

What is with the costumes?

Halloween isn't till Sunday.

How can you tell
these are costumes?

That's my problem with
Halloween in New York.

You can never tell if
people are dressed up

or they're just
dressed like that.

Give it to me!
It's my money, too.

Hey!
Give it to me!

Hey!
Give it to me.

Hey! Get off her.

Are you okay?
Get the hell away from me.

Put your hands
behind your back.

We're here to help.
Do you want an ambulance?

I don't talk to cops.

Please, you're bleeding
from your head...

Are you deaf, bitch?

I don't want your help.

Come on.

You gonna arrest me? Really?

No, I'm getting you help,
whether you like it or not.

29-David, I need a bus.
Tenth and 44th.

Can you believe
this is a high school?

No. Looks more like
Shawshank prison to me.

It's amazing what
people will spend

60 grand a year on these days.

It gives me the creeps.

Me, too.

Hey, Fucci,
what do we got?

Vic is an 18-year-old
female, Kayla Johnson.

DOA. No witnesses.

No witnesses, huh?

Any idea what happened?

Another student found her
on the bathroom floor.

Looks like a head injury.

Any security cameras?

They recently had them
all removed.

Wow. Perfect timing.

Something wrong
with my office?

Right now?

Yeah.

Cell phone footage of an arrest

from an hour ago.

IAB has it.

And here I am.

So does the press.

Shut up, you scumbag!

Track star!
Take it easy. Take it easy!

Come on...

Hey, hey, hey, get that
out of here. Out! Ou--

Media's agreed to hold off
on posting it

until you give a comment.

Brian Baker.

I don't think Abigail knows.

I was just with her.
I'm certain she does not.

♪

Mark was driving.

He thought he hit something;
he called me asking for help.

Any idea what he hit?

He didn't say.

And why not just take him home?

'Cause of his wife. I told you.

So plan B's always O'Rourke's.

You don't know about O'Rourke's?

What's to know?

It's been a safe place

for cops and firefighters
for generations.

What's that mean, "safe place"?

Okay, so, if a cop in the know
pulls over another cop

or a red menace
that's been drinking,

and the guy isn't an ass
and he didn't hurt anybody,

take him to O'Rourke's
instead of jamming him up.

The owner's a retired cop.

Seriously?

It's, like, the only place

that our two departments

get along
and help each other out.

Shocked you haven't
heard of it.

Unless they, uh, kept Reagans
out of the loop on purpose.

Yeah, we're not, uh, big
on breaking the law, so...It's not

breaking the law--
I'm just trying

to not jam up a good guy.

Good guys don't drive plastered
and then ask a fellow cop

to bail them out.

Wish you were more like
your sister.

You must not know her very well

if you think she'd let
something like this slide.

We did a case together.
I was on loan

to the D.A.'s office
for a few months.

She knew how to
weigh a situation.

Hey, I'm just doing
what you should've done.

Wait, now you're trying
to jam me up?

I'm not trying
to jam anybody up.

I'm trying to figure out
what happened.

Our job is to put the bad guys
behind bars,

not to mess with somebody's life
when they make a little mistake.

And how long have you
been head of school here?

This'll be my third year.
But nothing like this

has ever happened before?

Not even close.

Parents about lost their minds

when I relaxed the dress code.

I suspect they'll crucify me
for this.

You recently removed

the security cameras.

My students felt that it was
an invasion of their privacy,

and I agreed.

Felt they should be trusted.
I mean, not for nothing,

these kids spend most
of their lives on social media.

They don't seem too concerned
about their privacy.

I'd argue by choice,
not school policy.

Fair enough.
Is there

a big drug problem here?

I assume they're around,

but since I've been
head of school,

we haven't had to discipline
anyone for drug use.

You keep a log of everyone who
entered the building today?

We do, and I'm happy
to share it with you.

But if you'll excuse me,
I'm needed upstairs.

Mm-hmm. Uh, be in touch.

Thank you.

You got something?

I got nothing.

Hey, you want
to grab a bite?

No, I'm not hungry.

Coffee?

I'd never get to sleep.

How about a drink?

I'd fall right to sleep.

Well, hey, hey,

do you want to maybe do
something this weekend?

Maybe my friend and partner
could take a hint.

I just thought
maybe you'd want to talk

about what happened today--
I know I do.

It's... what we signed up for.

Can you just back off?

Well, that's some radar.

I was about to ask you in.

Something's going on.

Have you, uh,

talked to your husband
since you got in?

No.

Call him.

Is he okay?

Oh, Brian's okay.

But, uh...

something happened on his tour.

He crossed a line.

It was caught on camera.

Have you seen it?

I have.

But you know how these things
can be manipulated

or taken out of context.

Uh, not this one, Abigail.

He roughed up a perp
in action and language.

How do you rough up a perp
with language?

"Greaseball." "Scumbag."

That doesn't sound like Brian.

It doesn't.

Sid is on his way to review
the body cam footage, so...

Gormley knows?

Yes.

This is why Garrett needed
to see you privately?

The press brought it to Garrett.

Sid was informed by IAB.

The press has this?

I'm afraid so.

Where are your kids?

At school. I...

Take the day.

It could just blow over.

Take the day.

This better be important,

because I'm due in court
in an hour.

You know a cop
named Kyle Dorsey?

Yeah, Kyle was on loan to us
for a couple months.

He actually helped us
with a really important case.

Feel like you
owe him anything?

No, I don't owe him
anything.

Why are you asking about him?

Well, I came upon him
helping out a fellow cop

who was driving
while intoxicated.

Any victims
or damage to property?

I'm only aware of some damage
to the car.

Did you see him driving drunk
and then pull him over?

No.

So how did you come to arrest
this guy for a DWI?

Well, I collared him
for disorderly conduct,

and I gave him
a command discipline

for being unfit for duty.

Wait, you're here for a summons?

Dorsey was helping a buddy
avoid taking a collar

for DWI, but the way that
he talks to me about it

is really odd--
it's like he thinks

he deserves a service medal
for it,

or it was a heroic act.

But the bar that
he was taking his buddy to

apparently is like some
safe house where cops

and FDNY go
to cover each other's asses.

What's the name of the bar?

O'Rourke's. Up in the Heights.

Apparently it's been sanctuary
for, like, years.

That's above my pay grade.

Will you ask Anthony
what he knows?

As expected, Kayla did die
from a traumatic brain injury.

Her head injuries are consistent

with hitting her head
on the radiator.

And the bruises on her arm?

Yes, there are signs
of a struggle.

Anything other than the
bruising on her arms?

Chunks of her hair
were pulled out.

So it was a homicide.

Cause undetermined

pending police investigation.

You just said yourself:
bruising on her arms,

chunks of hair pulled
from her head,

consistent with a struggle.

I'd say it was
one hell of a struggle.

She could have pulled
her hair out herself

or obtained these bruises
earlier in the day.

You don't really

believe that, do you?

Come on, Danny,

you know that
I have to do things by the book.

It is your job
to prove if these things

have anything to do
with her death.

Okay. Then we'll prove it.

There's something else
that you should know.

Kayla was four months pregnant.

I sacrificed so much
to send Kayla to that school.

Spent a fortune to keep her away
from the...

sex and the drugs

that public schools
traffic in.

And for what?

Mrs. Johnson, we have
something else to tell you.

What could be worse
than what I already know?

Uh...

Kayla was
four months pregnant.

Oh, God.

Do you have any idea
who the father may have been?

The father?

Was she seeing someone?

No.

Um, yes. Uh...

uh, but not anymore.

What was his name?

Noah Barber.

Rich white kid. No offense.

No offense taken.

Do you know
why she stopped seeing him?

Noah is a few years older.

He was held back, and...

took a gap year
to travel Europe.

It all impressed her.

I told her to cut it off.

Why did you feel a need
to tell her that?

He was too mature for her.

And I found
these crazy love letters

in her room, talking
about running off and...

giving her a better life.

I don't know of many teenagers
writing love letters nowadays.

He isn't a normal teenager.

More money than he knew
what to do with.

He actually had

the means to take her away
from me if he wanted.

We'll find out
if he was there yesterday,

and we'll go from there.

He was expelled a month ago

for posting a racist video
on TikTok

or whatever.
He still

could have gotten
into the school.

Rich white boys
can get in anywhere...

and do whatever they want there.

Believe me, you do not want
to know about O'Rourke's.

I already know about O'Rourke's.

No, you don't,
or you wouldn't have asked me.

Okay, why don't I want to know?

I just told you.Told me what?

Forget that you heard about it.

Well, I don't like
the sound of that.

Change the station, then.

Kyle Dorsey.

Tune to another station.

Jamie came upon him

helping a drunk pal
into O'Rourke's.

Damage to the car,
but there was no reports

of a hit-and-run in the area.

I got nothing.

You worked with Dorsey

when he was up here, right?

Yes, I did.

Okay.

Good cop?

I axed you a question.

Axed?

Yeah.

Stop stonewalling me.

Dorsey's a gung-ho true blue.

Too gung-ho, maybe.

Dorsey's, uh,

one of those cops thinks
the job is to...

look out for other cops...

instead of, you know, citizens.

Work with Jamie on this.

Just find out
what actually happened.

It's okay. She went home.

I reviewed Officer Baker's
body cam footage,

and it seems
the video circulating

gives an accurate depiction
of what transpired.

That's what I was afraid of.

Even his partner told IAB
that he behaved irrationally,

lost his temper and
needed to be disciplined.

I mean, his own partner.

What's the verdict?

IAB is gonna suspend him
without pay

pending the outcome
of their investigation.

Okay.

You're gonna have to put out
a statement.

Condemning
Officer Baker's actions.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll draft something up.

And his CO said...
You thinking

what I'm thinking?

Guy's got a spotless record.

Where'd this come from?

His CO said
he just hasn't been the same

since he'd been shot
two years ago.

I mean, nothing this
bad has ever happened,

but he did say Brian was like
a trigger without a safety.

And the CO did nothing?

Said he gave him
the benefit of the doubt.

Said he felt for Brian.

And look where that got us.

Oh, there's that
new smoothie place.

McGovern said
we should try

the Peach on the Beach.

And you love peaches

and you love the beach,
so what's not to like?

You want to listen to the radio?

Okay, I'm gonna take that as
a "Yes, Eddie, I love music."

Could you please not?

Well, you've been giving me
the silent treatment all day.

Yeah, maybe you
could take a cue.

I got to talk to somebody.

If I'm not gonna
talk to you,

I'm gonna talk
to myself.

And you think I'm the crazy one?

Whoa. I never said
you were crazy.

You implied it.

No, I didn't.

I said I wanted
to talk to you

about what happened
at the park.

Yeah, and I want to forget
it ever happened.

So, what?
Are you just gonna mope around

in silence
for the rest of your life?

You're not gonna get me
out of this mood,

no matter how hard you try.

So you're gonna wallow?

No, I'm gonna own it.

If it's bothering you
this much, then...

maybe you should look
into getting a new partner.

Where were you
yesterday morning

between the hours
of 8:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m.?

You actually think
I'd invite you into my house

if I had anything to do
with her murder?

Who said it was a murder?

That's what everyone's saying.

Hmm.
Look,

I was playing squash
at the U Club.

Plenty of people saw me.

We'll need a list of names.

Do I need a lawyer present?

Do you have anything to hide?

Am I missing something? Hmm?

Why would I want Kayla dead?

Maybe you aren't ready
to be a father.

A what?

A father.
She was four months pregnant.

No, that's...

that's, uh, that's not possible.

Y-You think I'm dumb enough
not to wrap it up?

So you're willing to take
a paternity test?

Happy to.
If you're not

the father,
who do you suspect might be?

Some other guy?

I'm not saying
anything else.

You guys will just,
you'll just twist it around

and make me look bad.

I listen to a lot
of true crime podcasts.

I know how this goes.

Wow.

Well, they say
a little knowledge

is a dangerous thing--
you ever hear that

on your true crime podcasts?

If you want to know who else
was involved in Kayla's life,

why don't you ask her mentor,
Mr. Anderson?

The head of school?

Kayla treated him like a god.

Told that loser everything.
He was way too involved

in her life.

He didn't mention that.

Why would he?

That dude crosses so many lines.

He even got me
kicked out of school

to keep me away from her.

Interesting you blame him,

since you were
thrown out of school

because of a racist video.

My girlfriend was Black!
I'm clearly not racist!

Why'd you leave school, then?

Well, Mr. Anderson
said that my presence

made the other students
feel uncomfortable.

So you just left?

You're so innocent,

you didn't even put up a fight?
How?

Say I sue the school.

Then the rest of my life
I am labeled

as the "rich white boy who
claimed reverse discrimination."

Paternity test shows
Noah is not the father.

And I've got six witnesses
who confirmed his alibi,

though it sounds like his squash
game needs a little bit of work.

Well, he also told the truth
about the racist TikTok video.

All he did was
impersonate Eminem.

What, like in blackface
or something?

No. Just Slim Shady
in all his glory.

Short hair,

bleach blond, hoop earrings,
nothing more.

That's it?
That's it.

Well, maybe Mr. Anderson really
does have it out for Noah.

Apparently,
there is another parent

who had their daughter pulled
from the school

because of a possible
inappropriate relationship

with an educator.

And you think
it was Mr. Anderson,

because Noah implied that
he crossed a line with Kayla?

If Mr. Anderson was having

an inappropriate relationship
with Kayla,

it would make sense that
he wanted Noah out of the way.

And it would
give Mr. Anderson

motive to kill her.

I mean, that baby
would have taken him down.

Well, if he killed Kayla,

he may end up taking
the whole school down.

Mark Adams almost certainly
was driving over the limit.

One bartender alone

served up five Jack and Cokes
in a little over an hour.

We got him on tape getting
into the driver's seat

right out of that bar.

Okay. So we have proof
that he got behind the wheel

after he was drinking.

What else?
License platereaders

show that he went from the bar
to the AMC Bay Terrace.

He went to the movies?

We found him on surveillance
picking up his son

and two of his friends.

Were they in the car
when he crashed?

It looks like
he dropped them off,

then took out a stop sign
and a few trash cans

before heading
back out.

Okay, so now we're talking
about an aggravated DWI

with kids in the vehicle--
that's an automatic felony.

Do you think
that Dorsey knew

his buddy put three kids' lives
at risk?

I think there's a chance he did.

I think we should speak to him
before jumping to conclusions.

Well, then you
better speak to him,

because I'm ready to jump.

Heard you call practically
every member of the U Club

to check on my alibi-- half the
city thinks I killed her now.

I'm sorry that
I didn't believe you.

I am.

What do you want?

Proof that Mr. Anderson had

an inappropriate relationship
with Kayla.

What kind of proof?

Did you ever write
love letters to Kayla?

You mean, like, pen and paper?

Exactly why I didn't think
you were the one who wrote them.

Do you think Mr. Anderson
might have had

any other
inappropriate relationships

with somebody besides Kayla?

There was this girl,

Alyssa, whose parents took her
out of school last year.

There was rumors

about another one, but
I don't know for sure.

Does this other one have a name?

Nadia...

something.

Total smokeshow,
but she was a bit off.

She was, like, a Russian
diplomat's daughter.

Kept to herself, but was always
with Anderson in his office.

Okay. Good to know.

I had no idea there were kids
in the car.

Any way to prove that?

Really?
'Cause I'm telling the truth.

One of them is my godson.

Who, Mark's boy?

Yeah.

Look, nobody got hurt
except for his front bumper.

Would you guys just let it go?

He put the lives
of three children at risk.

Which I didn't know.

And nothing bad came...
Doesn't work

that way, and you know it.

He's a good guy

who just happens
to drink too much.

Then why not get him
some real help?

I didn't realize it was so bad.

How many times
you bailing him out

is it gonna take?

Anthony, you know me.

Okay? I'm all about having
your back.

Yeah, well, who's gonna have
your godson's back, huh?

And those other kids.

I read
your statement to the press.

All due respect,
I think you piled on.

Respectfully, I disagree.

If anything, I went easy on him.

He didn't deserve a public
shaming from this office.

And if it were anyone else,
you'd be leading the charge.

That's not true.
So you really think he deserves
special treatment?

Just equal treatment.
If he weren't my husband,

would you have felt the need

to come out so quickly
with a response?
Okay.

We can play "what if"
all day long,

but the fact is, based
on the reality of the situation,

I did what I needed to do.

That's what I did, Abigail.
Come on.

Well...

Brian asked for a separation.

I'm sorry.

My job has always been an issue
in our marriage.

We started at the academy
together,

and then Brian watched
as I climbed the ranks

while he was still writing
parking tickets.

Look, the work he does
on the street

is just as important
as any job at One PP.

He never saw it that way.

Abigail...

he has no one to blame
but himself.

He almost died
from that shooting.

And that just might be
why we're in this mess.

What is that supposed to mean?

How quickly did he recover?

He blew through
his physical therapy

and was back on the job
in three months.

But I'm talking
about his mental health.

That recovery.

I've tried getting him
into therapy.

Well, I wish
you would've told me.

I can't share everything
with you.

It would be bad for both of us.

Okay.

Thank you
for coming down, Nadia.

Yeah, I'm not sure
why I'm here.

We're interviewing everyone that
was on campus on October 29.

Were you close with Kayla?

No. No. She was in my
physics class, but that was it.

So you wouldn't consider
yourself friends.

No, I wouldn't.

Did you know that Kayla

had a relationship
with Mr. Anderson?

What do you mean, like a mentor?

We have reason to believe
it went beyond that.

Like they had

love feelings for each other.

No, that can't be true.
He'd never have

an inappropriate relationship
with a student.

And you're sure about that?

Mr. Anderson is good

at his job, so he...

he cares deeply
about all of his students,

but that's as far as it goes.

Well,

these love letters
make us believe otherwise.

Love letters?

Yeah, like this one.
"I can't fight

"this feeling any longer,

and yet I'm afraid
to let..."
Stop. No, you're lying.

Actually, I'm not lying.

"What started out as friendship
has grown stronger."

He... he didn't...
he didn't write that to her.

No, REO Speedwagon wrote that.

But he did send it to her.

No. No,
you're just trying to trick me.

Let me guess.
He wrote the same lyrics to you?

No, I never said that.

Then why so upset?

Maybe it's because you knew
he was having

an inappropriate relationship

And was also having
an inappropriate relationship

with you.

I don't have to stay here.
I have diplomatic immunity.

We know you do.

But stay here and help us
figure out who killed Kay...

No, I can't help you.

Oh, don't mind me.

Just finishing up.

Then I'll get
out of your hair.

Um, actually,
I'm glad you're here,

so I can...

say goodbye.

Till when?

I don't know.

S-So you're taking a leave?

Yeah.

For...?

For good.

I'm putting my papers in.

I just ran out of gas.

If you're asking why for.

Just... please don't think
I'm a quitter.

That thought
never crossed my mind.

I guess it was just...

the disgusting loogie
that broke this camel's back.

Is there any chance
I could change your mind?

No.

Not even you.

Well, could you do me a favor?

Yeah, if I can.

See the commissioner
when you're up there.

No.

He would never say anything,
but he'd be pretty hurt.

Yeah, I just...

I can't do that.

Yeah.

Do you ever regret
coming back on the job?

No.

I'm gonna sleep soundly knowing
that you're still out there

on patrol.

Singing off-key

to Fleetwood Mac and...

checking your hair
in the rearview.

What?

I got your six wherever you go.

I know you do.

♪

Want a drink?

Little early for me.

Just a Guinness.

That, uh, perp you collared
matched the description

of the guy
who shot you and your partner.

That set you off?

Wouldn't be an excuse.

No, it would not.

But it might give some insight.

I guess I got
some resentment, yeah.

But... the perp you collared

wasn't your shooter.

He's been put away for life.

I know that.

Then act like it...

if there's a next time.

Cops roughing up collars wasn't
all right when it was all right.

I know that, too.
Then act like it...

if there's a next time.

You sitting here day-drinking,
toasting your new freedom

from your wife and kids?

No.

Well...

at least that part
of your brain's working.

You took a bullet
in the line of duty.

You not only lived,
but you went back on the job.

There's only a handful of cops
like you

in the history
of this department,

and they're held
in the highest esteem.

Make them proud...

if there's a next time.

Gina Adams?

Yes.
I'm Anthony Abetemarco

from the D.A.'s office.

What do you want?

Your husband home?

Sorry, you just missed him.

Listen to me.

I'm here to help you.

I don't need your help.

Come on, give me a break.

Your husband's put you
and your son in danger.

You don't know anything.

Where did he go?
Tell me where he went.
He's fine.

You don't need to worry.
He's with Kyle.

Do you think Nadia is capable
of killing Kayla?

With the right amount of hurt,

there's no telling
what anyone's capable of.

You know that. Reagan.

You're kidding me.

We're on our way. Nadia's
got Anderson at gunpoint.

She wants to speak to us.

What are we looking at, boss?

She's got a gun
to his head.

She's been waiting
on you.
Okay.

Watch the exit.

Okay, I'm gonna need you
to put that gun down, Nadia.

Not till he admits
what he did.

Nadia, I didn't kill Kayla.

It was your fault!

The blood is on your
hands, not mine.

Nadia, I can't help you
till you put that gun down.

He told me

he loved me.

And I believed him!

Told you he loved you

and took advantage of you?

I didn't take advantage...No,
you got Kayla pregnant,
and when I heard,

I freaked out!
I didn't...

I didn't mean to hurt her.

I didn't mean to hurt her.
I swear!
Okay.

I followed her
to the bathroom

and told her to get
rid of the baby.

The baby would have
destroyed him, and he was mine!

My chance at a happy life!

She's lying.
Admit it!

Admit it, or I will kill you!
Okay, okay, okay.

I had sex with you and Kayla.
Is that what you need to hear?

This is your fault.

Say it. Say it!

Oh! Okay! It was my fault!
It's my fault, okay?

He admitted it.

Nadia...

he said it was
his fault.

Okay, now, take it easy.

Just tell me what happened,
all right? Let's end this.

We got in a fight and she fell.

And then...

and then there was
so much blood.

There was so much blood.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay. Baez!

Hey, come here.

Come here.
Wait a minute. What the hell?

Look, I-I'm the victim here.

Nadia was 16
when you started your affair.

She's a victim
of statutory rape,

so you're both under arrest.

Then she lied!

She said she was 17!

Please...

Come on. Come on.

I don't know.

I'll ask again.
Where are they?

I told you,
I haven't seen them.

Bill, you could
trust him.

Anthony, you in on this, too?

They in the dog house?

Come with me.

No...

What is this, Anthony?

Only one of them
could stop the fight here.

That's how it works.

You put your own kid at risk.
Who the hell does that?

My godson.

What's it gonna take?

Huh?

I'll stop!

I swear this time I mean it!

I don't believe you.

How you gonna stop?
I'll go to rehab.

Oh!

Where?!

Wherever you tell me!

For as long as you say!

Come on.

You here all day?

Yes.

Your mom okay alone
with the kids?

Brian asked us to come home.

Oh.

That's a good thing?

He said he needs to be needed,

and... he knows
he needs to get help.

Did you send someone
to talk to him?

No.

I did not send someone
to talk to him.

Are we good?

We're good.

My best one,
I had my poli-sci teacher

come in dressed
as Hillary Clinton.

What, like, in a
pantsuit and pearls?

And a big blonde wig
and lipstick.

She do that big laugh?

It's a he.
Professor Pete Bartley.

And yes, he did,

and it was terrifying.

The best costume
I've seen is molten lava

going as... this chili.

What is in this?

Yeah.

Beef, pork, kidney beans...

spices.

What spices?

Gunpowder.

Et tu Brute?

It's good, Gramps.
Really good.

It's just...

it's challenging.

"Challenging." I like that.

Yeah.

I had a case
outside a Wild West saloon

masquerading as a cop bar.

Any guesses?

Does the name
O'Rourke's ring a bell?

Distantly.

An oldie

but goodie.

What about it?
Oh, so you know about it?

What cop doesn't?

Well, me, till the other day.

And Anthony was all,
"You don't want to know."

So spill it.

Well, I'm not gonna spill
the beans to you, Counselor.

Aiding and abetting?

Whose side are you on?

The law.

Hmm.

Yeah, well, look,
back in the day,

things were pretty bad
between the FDNY and the NYPD,

especially
our emergency services unit.

Yeah. They'd both arrive
on the scene

and then fight
over jurisdiction.

One night...

this FDNY battalion chief
and a woman not his wife

decided to go skinny-dipping

in the East River--
well, ESU had to fish them out.

And this fair-minded cop--
no names--

decided to take him
to O'Rourke's

and call the ladder company
to come get their boss.

Thus saving the FDNY

the humiliation.
There you go.

So, you see,it's not

a Wild West saloon.

It's a place where
the bravest and the finest

can help a brother in need

without the whole world knowing
about it.

Boy, you guys
can really romanticize things.

It's not romanticizing

when you're just telling it
like it is.
I mean,

just because somebody
somewhere decided

everybody has the right to know
how every sausage is made

doesn't make it so.

Right, Pop?

Amen.

Well, I think I have the right
to know what is in the chili.

Yeah.

♪

If you have a moment.

For you? Always.

Not for me.

Please.

I wish it hadn't come to this.

How did you know?

Oh, I'm the police commissioner.
I know everything.

I came...

to say I'm sorry.

This is not your fault.

Thank you.

That is much appreciated.

You know, you got a year
to change your mind.

I know that.

Please don't try
to talk me out of it.

I did that once already.

So I won't.

Thank you.

But I would...
like to ask a favor.

If I can.

That, uh, a year from today,

you get in touch with me.

If not to re-up, then...

just to catch up.

Yes, sir.

I will do that gladly.

Thanks for your service,
Officer Witten.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck, Rachel.

You, too, Commissioner.