Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 13, Episode 3 - Ghosted - full transcript

Really? A '71 Chevelle?

- Yep.
- The SS with the 350 V8?

- Whitewall rally mags.
- Wow.

Who knew Sergeant Straight-Laced
drives such a bitchin' car?

Hey, I drive it, too.

- Give me my money!
- Oh, well, at least someone

- exceeds the speed limit in it.
- Help!

Help! Police!

- Hey!
- Hey! Whoa! Hey!

- Hand it over already!
- Hey!

- Calm down. Calm down, sir.
- Hey.



- She stiffed me on my change.
- Whoa.

Let me guess.
To buy more booze?

Screw you.

He gave me ten.
I gave him three back.

- That's correct change.
- You only gave me two!

- Hey! Hey, hey.
- Hey! Hey!

Then why do you have three bills
in your hand, smart guy?

Give me my money!

- Whoa!
- Okay.

Put your hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back!

You're making a big mistake.
I'm gonna ruin your damn lives.

Yeah, yeah,
we've heard that before.

- Let's go.
- Come on, tough guy.

One word:



Catnap.

I'm pretty sure
that's two words.

However many words it is,

it's the only thing that got me
and Linda through our babies.

Reagan.

Yeah, I know Maggie Gibson.
Why?

Okay.

Yeah, thanks, Detective.

Something wrong
with our psychic?

Maggie was stabbed.

She's being rushed to the E.R.
right now.

We got to go.

What's this?

They said I was headed
to Central Booking.

Right after you chat
with our FIS, Sergeant Reagan.

FIS?

Field Intelligence Sergeant.

Whatever that means.

Well, what's more important is

what you have for me.

If you can give me
something good,

I may be able to convince
the D.A. to go easy on your...

catalytic converter theft.

Yo, I don't know how
that got in my truck.

Car parts just falling
from the sky these days?

I blame climate change.

You're out there ripping off
hardworking people, Gilbert.

Do something good for a change
and help me help you.

A'ight.

You know all those guns
flooding these streets recently?

Yeah, everyone here does.

I know the dude who
sends out a text

for buyers to show up
at a certain corner.

Dude pulls up,
pops his trunk, game on.

By the time 5-0 gets
wind, dude is long gone.

Dude got a name?

Sheree Shea.
That sounds like a woman's name.

Okay, I don't know his name,
but Sheree's his boo.

This is getting thinner
by the second.

Yo, I swear,
I saw Sheree last week,

and she says her man is
a one-stop Glock shop.

Now, they hang 24/7,
so if you follow her...

It leads right to him.

And Lieutenant Doyle
from the Ceremonial Unit

needs 15 minutes when you can
about the Connors funeral.

End of day.

Oh, Forty-Three's send-off's
gonna be a pip.

I mean, the racket afterwards.

Who or what is
Forty-Three?

Bill Connors,
the late P.C.

Who called him Forty-Three?

Well, he called himself that.

He was the 43rd
NYPD commissioner.

So his friends started
calling him that, too.

And so it was his enemies
who called him "Con-Game Connors"?

Hey, respect.

Listen, he wasn't perfect,
but he was loyal as they come.

Loyal to who?

To his fellow cops.

In transit, where he started.

In this office,
where he ended up.

Right up to the end.

And he never missed
a single walkout

or racket when a cop retired.

That's one way to look at it.

Moving on.

There another way?

Yes.

You want to call it?

Maybe we put a pin in this?

You might want to ask yourself,
if he was so great at the job,

why did he suddenly resign?

And why did
his chief of department... me...

Get called up
to replace him the next day?

Mistakes were made.

That's an understatement.

Knives were out.

I'd like to take a
moment of silence

in memory and respect
for Forty-Three.

*BLUE BLOODS*
Season 13 Episode 03

Episode Title: "Ghosted"
Aired on: October 21, 2022.

Mrs. Connors, sir.

Thank you, Baker.

Mrs. Connors.

Oh. Julia, please.

It's been 14 years
since I was Mrs. Connors.

Please have a seat.

My condolences.

Thank you.

You wanted to see me?

I know something
that you don't know.

Pretty much everybody does.

About the circumstances of

my husband's resignation
from this office.

Yeah.

Water under the bridge.

All cards on the table.

As you wish.

If you remember,
the investigation started

with a tip to Internal Affairs
from an anonymous source.

Oh, I remember.

Whose identity
was never revealed.

Until now.

Christmas bottles of scotch
turned into cash deposits.

The golf outings at Beth page

turned into full-blown junkets
in the Bahamas.

Again, water under the bridge.

Really?

How?

What's done is done,

and Bill Connors has passed.

He kept up thousands of close
friendships in this department.

So I'm told.

He has two grown children.

One's a sergeant
in the Miami P.D.,

another an EMT
in New Haven.

Well, that is
a fine legacy of service.

The point is, anything less
than the full-blown

police commissioner's send-off
for him...

is gonna speak volumes.

What makes you think
I'd do anything less?

Well, I've kept up friendships
in this department as well.

The head of your Ceremonial Unit

was a Thanksgiving orphan
for us many times

when he was under
Bill's command.

I understand it's gonna be
less than a full salute.

All cards on the table?

Please.

He was an effective cop
and front and center as P.C.

during one of
the most difficult times

in the history of this city.

That's a real part
of his legacy.

The other part is...

he dishonored the department

and especially this office
in the end.

With his eyes wide open
and both hands grabbing.

There's another thing I know
and you don't know.

After his resignation
and up until his death,

he worked for
God's Grace to All,

the food bank,
60, 70 hours a week.

For one dollar a year.

And never told a soul.

I think it's only fair
you add that

to the right side of his ledger.

Thanks for your time.

Really?
Is he being released?

Oh, hello, Officers.

Come to apologize?
The apology owed is yours

for harassing that vendor and
taking a swing at my partner.

If my client was
such a public menace,

would he be released on
a desk appearance ticket?

Influence doesn't
equal innocence.

Either way, we're leaving.

Don't worry. I'll see you again.

So young. Such a dick.

Maybe the next one
will be a sweetheart.

Um, I'll meet you at the car.

Yeah.

Whatever's making you so happy,
I want some of it, too.

I got a lead on that mystery
gun dealer working our streets.

Better yet, I just found out
the woman who's gonna lead me

to him is already
conveniently parked on Rikers.

You sure you're all right?

It's only one stab wound,
and the doctor said

that it sutured up
beautifully.

Don't forget your concussion.

Oh, it's minor.

Well, don't worry,
we will find this guy.

Eventually.

No prints,
no witnesses.

And your building's
security system is on the blink.

And you saw nothing
during the attack at all?

He came in from behind,

- and-and all I saw was a blur.
- Okay.

But you told me before that
sometimes you get flashes

when you're around bad energy.

I would say today

you were definitely around
some bad energy.

Do you see something right now?

Nothing.

Okay. Um...

No, no, no, no.

I mean... nothing at all.

Um, usually, there's a stream
of color behind my eyelids,

and, um, when someone
speaks from beyond,

their voice comes out of that.

But it's gone.

It's probably just
the concussion.

No, what if it's really gone?

What if the attack
took it from me

and it's never gonna come back?

What about enemies, Maggie?

Did anyone ever threaten you?

You know what?

A few months ago,

the husband of a woman
that I helped,

he started screaming at me
in the grocery store.

Spit was flying,
and his face was all red.

And he was screaming that
I told his wife to divorce him.

Well, that's not nothing.

I call shotgun.

Since when don't
you want to drive?

Since I went out with a couple
college buddies last night

and one beer
became a dozen beers,

three shots and a strip club.

Hey, partner, this is our ride.

I want to show
you something.

You didn't.
I did.

You drove the Chevelle here?

Figured you'd want to see
it in all its classic,

1971 Chevy,
fuel-injected, LT1 glory.

Oh, my God.

No.

How can you say no?

It's two letters
and one syllable.

It's very easy to pronounce.

But I need her back out
on the street so that I can...

And I need her in jail because
she's been arrested 46 times

for shoplifting in
the past three years.

And every time
she's released,

we're hit with some
big headline like:

"Sticky Fingers Sheree
Sprung to Steal Again."

Well, what do you want
the headlines to read?

That "D.A. Hopeful Erin Reagan
Stops Stealing Spree"?

That's not fair.

But accurate.

Anthony, will you please
tell Jamie here that it's nuts

to spin the revolving door

and let Sheree Shea
back out on the streets?

Sounds to me like
Jamie may have a point.

What?

Thats what you always say
to me.

Uh, sometimes we got to let
a minor evil slide

so we can stop a bigger one.

Hmm. Okay, well,
then I will release her.

Really?

Yeah, and Anthony here
can go with you.

- Me?
- Yes.

I'm not volunteering.

Oh, it certainly sounded
like you were.

All right, my guy at Rikers said
she'd be dropped right here

with her belongings
and a MetroCard.

Jamie, I know how
a release works, okay?

- Yeah.
- All right, ladies, everyone out.

See?
No one keeps Sheree in a cage.

Free as a bird, baby!

Later.

Okay, I think a good plan
of action would...

Yeah, and I also know

how to follow a perp.

- Come on.
- Right.

So, I parked the car
at 655 hours.

There I am.

So someone did this

before we finished roll call
and headed out on patrol.

There. There he is.

Except...

Is that a girl?

Diane Tobin.

You know her?

We hooked up a couple times.

And it just
fizzled out.

Typical Big Apple romance,
you know?

No, I don't know.

I also don't know why the hell
she'd smash my windshield.

You got a minute?

Of course, boss.

You got a bone to pick,
let's have it.

That an order?

Okay.

Bill Connors may not have been
a shining example of everything,

but he doesn't deserve...
Nobody deserves...

To be judged by their worst day.

Worst day?

Okay, bad patch.

You got to put this guy
in context.

- God rest his soul.
- I do.

He was there for us as cops,
as a C.O., as a P.C.

Yeah, I know.

He never missed a walkout
or a retirement racket.

Well, that counts for a lot
in the great scheme of things.

Well, there is another way
to look at it,

the way the guy
who sits in my chair

has an obligation to look at it.

Yeah, okay, what?

Well, all that really means is

Bill Connors never missed
a parade or an open bar.

That's not a knock,

but it's hardly a hallmark
of distinguished service.

That investigation turned up
a breathtaking amount of graft,

patronage, abuse of office,
even outright theft.

But...

...the thing
I couldn't get past...

Not to leave this room.

Go ahead.

On 9/12, the NYPD took
an apartment

a couple blocks from the scene

so that the chiefs
who were working down there

would have a place
to take a break, eat a meal,

maybe even cry.

Bill Connors kept that apartment
forever after

on the NYPD's dime.

Had it remodeled,
stocked with booze,

stocked with food
from Nobu and Delmonico's,

all on the NYPD's dime.

And all so he could
entertain his girlfriends.

Who does that?

Boss.

But you guys,

P.C.s,

you're kind of like
New York's popes.

Stretch like that, you're
gonna pull a hamstring, Sid.

No, no, no. Hear me out.

Pope Leo the Fifth may have
hated Pope Leo the Fourth,

but he would never disrespect
him by skimping on the funeral.

It'd be a slap against
the whole institution,

not just his predecessor.

Boss, it's just not done.

For someone who's been
in jail, she's certainly in no rush

to see
her gun-selling boyfriend.

Well, maybe she
made you already.

Me?

Kid, your whole
vibe screams cop.

I mean, e-even
in plain clothes,

it looks like you're
marching in dress blues.

And now she's stealing.

Yeah, relax.
That's-that's what she does.

What,
and we got to watch her do it?

Yeah.

- Uh-oh, incoming.
- Hey!

Hey, how you doing, Carl?
How are you, man?

Wow, it's been
a long time.

I haven't seen you
in, like, forever.

We're the police. We need you
to let that woman just keep

doing what she's doing.

She's putting merchandise
down her shirt.

And we got to let her.

Yeah, even if it kills us.

So, how are the twins?

They got to be
as tall as you

- these days, huh?
- Wow.

See ya.

And who the hell is Carl?

He had an alibi?

Just like he
sneered he would.

Well, right now, that is
the least of my problems.

You still can't see
to the other side?

And many times in my life
I've called it a curse.

When I was six, I went
to our priest and asked him

if God gave me this
because he hated me.

But then

people started coming to me,
and I could help you guys.

Well, look,
it's gonna come back, Maggie.

It will.

Well, Danny, listen,
I hope that you are right

because I'm just gonna be
a sitting duck

if this guy decides
to come back and finish the job.

They are discharging me.

They can't discharge you.

You're healing.
You can't leave.

Insurance says I'm ready to go.

Hey, well, screw the insurance.

I'm gonna say something
to the doc so you can stay.

No, no, no, no, no.

You could come home with me.

Really?

Yeah. As long as you don't mind
a baby crying from time to time.

Luis.

Diane.

I guess I know why you're here.

She doesn't
even deny it.

Whatever you think he is,
he's not. Trust me.

Save yourself
the trouble.

What are you talking about?

I mean, we kind of
even look alike.

He obviously has a type.

Yeah, so do I: My husband.

Eddie, she confessed.
We got what we need.

Well, don't worry, Eddie.

You'll find out when one day he
just up and disappears on you.

Like he did to me
after ten months together.

Well, like I said,
I have a husband.

But ten months?

I thought that was
just a couple times.

It doesn't matter.

Put your hands behind your back.

What's wrong with me, Luis?

Was I
such a terrible person?

Did you get scared when I said
we should move in together?

Diane, we've been through
this a million times.

Just... just tell me what I did
wrong, and I'll leave you alone.

Okay, we're done here.

Do you want this collar or not?

What I want is not to have been

dragged into this crap storm
by my own partner.

If you want to stay
and explain yourself, fine.

I'm leaving.

Bless us, O Lord,
and these thy gifts which we are

about to receive
from thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Please excuse
any nummy noises

coming from me 'cause these
scalloped potatoes look amazing.

Kind of gotten
used to all the noises

that come from
that side of the table.

Hey, where's my fork?

Up your butt and
around the corner.

What did you say?

Excuse me?

What? You guys have
never heard that one before?

Never.

- Not once.
- No.

Kids at school used to
say it all the time.

Wow. My school, we said, uh, "Up
your nose with a rubber hose."

At least that rhymed.

Or maybe "I'm rubber,
you're glue," but...

I don't know. I kind of like it.

Thank you.

You?

That sounds like
an appropriate place

to send Bill Connors
for his funeral.

Pop.

We do not speak ill of the dead
at this table.

Unless you got a good reason.

Where do I start?

From the day Pop left One PP,

he has been under the impression

that Bill Connors somehow
was behind his dismissal.

Somehow?

The guy had the mayor's ear
at the time.

And that's where this stops.

What, are you saying I'm wrong?

No, I'm just saying
it's complicated,

like everything else in life.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you. End of discussion.

Oh.

Here it is. It was in my lap.

Mystery solved.

Here's another mystery, Jamie.

Why are you here
and not following

that woman I
released for you?

Anthony said he'd sit on her
for a couple hours.

Poor woman. She'll suffocate.

Sit on her house.

Oh. Sit on her house. Right.

Okay, here's a question.

Who's the person that broke your
heart, and how did you react?

Mine was

Scott Andrews.

I was in sixth grade,
and I bawled for days.

Angela Ramsey.

I definitely sniffled
a few times over her.

Burt Bailey.

Dumped me right before
the prom, and I was mad.

Yeah.
TP'd his house.

What about you, Gramps?

Louise Tattersol.

She drove me right into Betty's
arms, and I never looked back.

- Aw.
- Good for him.

Dad?

Well, she didn't exactly do it
on purpose,

but it certainly broke my heart.

So I did what the rest
of us did: Drove back home

from the cemetery
and cried around this table.

Mm. Yeah, Dad.

Way to bring
the room down, hon.

Yeah, where do
we go from here?

Up your butt
and around the corner.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Good one.

She's so beautiful.

And clearly loves you.

Yeah, somehow I've always had
a knack of calming down babies.

Oh. Well, that makes one of us.

For some reason, growing up,

I always kept them
at a distance,

like they were something I was
supposed to take a photo with

until a family member
took 'em back.

Until you looked
into her little eyes.

Yes.

And then my whole world
turned upside down,

like I could never imagine.

Yeah.

Thank you, Maria,
for taking me in.

I know you've had your doubts
about what I do.

Or what I used to do.

Oh. Oh.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I-I can't remember
the rest of that lullaby

after so many years.

Your daughter.

She's the reason why

losing your gift hurts so much?

Yeah.

Ever since the minute
that Jeanette was murdered,

every night

before I fall asleep, I see her.

And she's as alive
and beautiful as ever.

And even if it's only for
one moment...

...our hearts are
together again.

And so if that goes away,

I don't...

I'm sorry.

If that goes away...

You're mad at me?

You're the one who made us
look like fools.

Because you
lied to me.

I told you,
it's complicated.

Okay.

There are two people
in every relationship,

and Diane isn't an angel.

Does she have a
criminal record?

I don't think so.

I want to
talk to her.

Like, alone?

I may not know the whole story,

but I can tell
when someone's been hurt

and does something
out of desperation.

So maybe she deserves something
besides handcuffs.

Eddie...

Just tell me
where I can find her.

I beat you to it.

My first time here, too.

You're thinking, "How did she
know I'd want to see for myself

how complete was
Bill Connors' transformation?"

You really think
you can read me?

I really think I can read a cop.

I was married to one.

And I can read
a police commissioner.

I was married
to one of them, too.

Trust but verify.

If you guys had an
honest motto, that'd be it.

And not to sound like
a, uh, broken record...

...but I know something
you don't know.

Hmm.

Apparently, he kept
a neat office.

Leave it to Bill Connors
to find himself a no-show job.

How little of his story
was true?

When I got here, I asked around.

The, uh, 60 hours a week
were more like 60 minutes.

And 50 of the 60 were
hitting on the female staffers.

I'm sorry, Julia.

Seems like
the only good he did was

working those benefit galas
for donations.

Well, that's something.

Yeah.

They also serve
who glad-hand and backs lap.

I hate this.

I mean, this is the last straw.

Whatever you want to do.

I certainly, uh, wouldn't expect
you to speak at his service.

Everyone else will.

What the hell would you say?

Now I know something
you don't know.

Uh, one-top's
all yours, Diane.

Thanks.

Welcome to The Lowery.
Can I get you something to...?

OEM windshield on that car
run you about a thousand bucks.

You run,

you're toast.

You sit, we'll talk.

It's Eddie, right?

Start with Officer Janko.

Officer Janko, I am so sorry
for what I did the other day,

all of it.

It would've been a lot easier
if you felt that way beforehand.

I know.

It's just...

My whole life has been
a spiral lately.

First the pandemic,
then losing my job

and having to take this one.

And then Luis ghosting you.

Right at
the worst possible time.

After he left like that,
I just lost it.

I knew what precinct
he worked at,

so I went there
a couple times

and saw you two outside,
usually laughing and joking.

That's 'cause we're partners.
That's it.

End of story.

How could I have done all that?

Well, maybe it's like you said.

We're two beautiful women,
and maybe he has a type.

I feel horrible.

I am horrible.

No, you're not.

I have a feeling
you're a really good person

who made a really bad mistake.

Put it in the rearview mirror.

Seriously?

One "get out of jail free"
card, Diane.

Use it well.

It's so nice to meet
one of the good cops.

There are a lot of us.

Just keep your eyes open.

Sweet dreams, little angel.

Yeah, it sounds like a
distinct possibility.

All right.
Thanks, Reagan.

Any luck?

He ran down
your landlord, your ex

and any and all
disgruntled clients.

And nothing?

We're starting to think
maybe it was just

some random psycho
who flipped his lid.

Oh. Well, then
maybe I can go home.

You don't have to.

But if it was random,
then he's not coming back.

And besides,
I can't hide forever.

Hold on.

Detective Stafford said that
you helped him with a case.

What was it?

Oh, yeah.

Um, a few years ago...

...uh, I was walking through
Central Park,

and I saw this young man
on a bench

with his head in his hands,
and he was really upset.

And suddenly, uh,
a voice came and said,

"Tell my brother I forgive him."

Bench guy was the brother?

But when I told him that,
he didn't seem comforted.

He got even more freaked out.

Like he had a guilty conscience.

Yeah, and I gave him my card
in case he wanted to talk,

but then he just ran off.

And then, like, a week later,
Detective Stafford called me

and said that a man
showed up at the station

and confessed to killing
his brother over borrowed money,

all because of a lady
he talked to in the park.

Did Stafford give you his name?

No, he just said that he was
definitely going to prison.

Huh. Well, I'll have Danny
talk to Stafford.

Jamie, this is useless.

She's gonna call him.

Listen, maybe
your C.I. is wrong

and-and she doesn't
even know the gun guy.

Anthony, if she
can lead us to this guy...

Look, kid, it's been
a noble effort,

but in five minutes, she's
going back to Rikers.

I'm telling you.

Yeah.

Oh!
Hey! Sheree!

Hey! Police!

Oh!
Hey!

Go, go, go!
Stop! Police! Stop!

She jumped in the car with
some guy. Maybe the boyfriend?

You get the plate?

No, it didn't have one.

We got to find her somehow,
before your sister finds out.

Yeah. Over there.
Okay, thanks.

Surprised Stafford
gave you the time of day.

Well, I can be very
charming when I want to be.

I also promised him the
collar if we nailed this guy.

Speaking of.

Hey. Arthur Bava.

Who's asking?

Detective Reagan
and Baez.

Then I'm busy.

Take a break.

Keep your hands where
we can see them.

We just wanted to

congratulate you
on worming your way

out of prison last week.

I didn't worm my way
out of nothing.

You see, they let me out
'cause I'm innocent.

We know you got out
on a technicality.

We know you killed your brother
over money.

The hell I did.

You know, that whole thing
was a setup,

starting with the crazy lady
got inside of my head

and made me confess to the cops.

Same "crazy lady"
you told your cellmate

you were gonna kill
for making you confess?

- Dude's full of it.
- No, he got it right this time.

She was stabbed a few days ago

and bled out right there
in the lobby of her building.

- She dead?
- Sadly.

Bet that makes you happy.

No.

I'll say a prayer for her.

I'm a God-fearing man.

Oh. Okay.

Well, it's good to know
you weren't involved, then.

Have a nice day, Mr. Bava.

Okay. Just tell me why.

Why I let Diane off
with a warning?

I know
why you did that.

You call her?

About a dozen times
before she picked up.

And I apologized for what I did.

So why what?

Why you got to go out of
your way in the first place?

Especially these days when it
gets a cop nothing but grief.

Not if you fight it.

So you like the fight.

I like the fact that patrol is
one of the few spots left

where you can
still make a difference

before things
really go sideways.

Unlike, say, a detective,

who only shows up
after someone's dead.

Guess we are lucky that way.

Yeah, we should do our best
to spread that luck around,

keep things from getting worse
if we can.

Well, you did that with Diane.

So thanks.

Another Janko lesson learned.

I know you think Jamie is

Sergeant Straight-Laced
or whatever,

but I think you could take
a lesson from him

on how to treat women.

Like marrying
one of my coworkers?

Can we do this?
Oh, please. After you.

Gilbert, I don't want
to go with you.

Baby, it'll be great.

Couple days in Cape May,
just like before.

Yeah, before we broke up.

Look, I go through all of this
trouble to get you sprung,

and this is the
thanks I get?

If Vince finds out,
we're dead!

Oh, so Vince is
his name, huh?

- He have a last name?
- Uh, Sergeant Reagan.

Took me a moment to figure out
that you played me.

- I'll give you that.
- You got to understand,

I love her.

Well, I don't love you.

And I sure as hell
don't love pigs.

Welcome to a rock
and a hard place.

Only way out is to take
us to your boyfriend

before he sells any
more guns to criminals.

All right. Night, Mr. G.
Good night.

Yeah, see you
in the morning.

Mr. G?

No. You ain't alive.

They told me
I killed you.

I did.

I swear I killed you.

Drop the knife!

Or the next dead person
you see's gonna be yourself.

You okay over there,
Maggie?

Never better.

Keep your face forward.

In the office.
Thank you.

Sergeant Reagan, look,
you got to believe me,

I was trying to help you.

He was trying
to kidnap me.

Put her in the cell here,
lodge the other two upstairs

in the squad. Hey, want
to make a deal with me?

'Cause I can give you the guys
that supplied me those guns.

Just get him out of here.

Yeah, don't let 'em talk.
This guy.

Looks like congrats
are in order.

Hey, Erin, you didn't
have to come here.

Well, I did.

I doubted you, and
you proved me wrong.

What, just him?

Okay, you get a cookie, too.

Uh, damn straight I get one.

Thank you, sis.

But maybe next time,

if you need
a defendant released,

you don't give me
a heart attack by losing her.

What? We never lost Sheree.

We had eyes on her
the whole time.

Oh, yeah, she was never out
of our sight, not for a second.

No.
I can see her right now.

Mm-hmm, right.

You, let's go.

All right. All right.

- Mm-mm.
- I'll see you, pal.

I can't thank
you two enough.

You don't have to thank us.

We're just glad you're okay.

But Elena
will miss you.

Well, guess what, I am
available to babysit anytime.

Count on it.

By the way, last night around
3:00, Elena started crying,

and I got her,

and we sat
in the living room, and...

suddenly my daughter was
right beside me.

You're maybe starting
to get your gift back?

I felt her.

And sh-she reminded me
of the words of that lullaby,

and then we sang Elena
back to sleep.

Every mom needs her daughter.

You never said a word
about my eulogy.

What do you want to hear?

Ah, come on, Pop.

You ate all that crow,

and you never took
a single sip of water.

Well, never kick a man
when he's down,

and this one was
lying in his coffin.

Sitting with his widow
and the children after

was a genuinely nice touch.

Sid said there was
some grumbling about no flyover.

Yeah, let 'em grumble.

You honored the office
if not the man.

What's that
Chaucer line?

"The evil that men do
lives after them;

The good is oft interred
with their bones."

That's Shakespeare,
Julius Caesar.

Look at you.

To, uh, balance the ledger,

I am, uh, taking the savings
from the funeral

and donating it
to God's Grace to All.

In Bill Connors' name?

In his family's name.

Threading the needle.

I learned from the best.

Good night, Pop.

Night, Francis.

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