Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - The Uniform - full transcript

Danny and Jackie investigate a murder scene at a diner, where a witness claims a uniformed officer fled the scene after shots were fired.

MAN:
Just to be clear,

these are chickens
you've brought me, right?

You're not selling
exotic birds now?

What do mean, exotic?

They're from Hempstead.

These prices-- I'm expecting
maybe a box of talking parrots.

These birds are done talking,
Connie, and so are we.

That's the best
price in town.

Oh, yeah? Bayhurst is
beating you by 50 cents a pound.

Yeah, and the pigeons
in Central Park are free,

but that don't make
them a good deal.



(laughs)

Okay, okay, point taken.

Talking parrots.
You almost had me there.

Uh, I get you next time.

Yeah, yeah.

Take it easy, Connie.

Thanks, Ralph.
See you next week.

Hmm.

(entrance bell tinkles)

Hey, babe. What's doing?

For dinner?

I don't know.

It's 6:00 in the morning.

(grunts)



Sure. Whatever.

Anything but chicken.

Hang on. I got a customer.

ÿHey, Pablo, cómo estás?

You need it now?
6:00 in the morning.

Okay, yeah,
let me see what I got.

(sniffles)

(entrance bell tinkles)

Uncle Connie?

Connie, you in back?

CONNIE:
That you, Mike?

Mm-hmm.

Put it on my tab.

What tab? Come here.

Oh... (speaking Greek)

Is the grill on?

What? I just got off tour.
I'm starving.

Mike, I'm with
the accountant.

I-I haven't opened
up quite yet.

Why not come back a
little later, okay?

No worries. I'll fire up
the grill myself.

Mike!

You got to go.

Connie, what is going on
with you?

Nothing. I just can't let

the accountant
keep sitting back there.

So go.

MAN:
You heard him.

He's not open.

What the hell's going on here?

I know that look.

You busted?

I'm not flush.

Join the club.

I haven't been flush since
the Giants won the Super Bowl.

Not that I recommend gambling

as an alternate source
of income.

I guess I could get
a cheaper apartment.

Or you could get a second job.

Doing what we
do every day

and not having two nickels
to rub together at night--

it's just wrong.

You got that little
painting crew, right?

What?

You want to work for me?

'Cause I don't see enough
of your mug as it is?

Why not? I know how to paint.
I'm even good at it.

All right, fine.

You're lucky
I got some work coming up.

Great. When do we start?

End of tour,
if you can handle it.

Absolutely.

You know,
you really are lucky?

Summer of my first year,
I spent my off hours

shoveling elephant dung
for the circus.

No kidding.
Oh, yeah.

It's a rough trade,

but I did get to have sex
with a lady clown.

Oh.

Okay, I got the breaded
breast filets

and the marinated
drumstick combos.

No, no, I'm not going back
to the shop for three capons.

Look, if you want
what I got, I...

(angry shouting in diner)
All right, I'll be there in...

Let me call you back.

(gunshots)

(more gunshots)

DISPATCHER:
911. What's your emergency?

Yeah. I need
to report a shooting.

What's your location, sir?

I'm at the Airline Diner. Hurry!

The mayor wants a new recruiting
campaign for the department.

He's looking for a
multi-platformed,

demographically targeted
approach

that can easily knit with
the social networking spaces.

Those were his words?

In his memo, yes.

He's quite fluent in emerging
communication streams, actually.

What ever happened
to plain English?

Good morning, Baker.
Morning.

It evolved,
like everything else.

Well, almost everything.

Today's schedule.

I see your first meeting
is underway.

I was accosted in the elevator.

BAKER: Very good, sir.
We're already

hitting our recruiting targets.

If it ain't broke,
don't fix it.

We're barely hitting it, and
the mayor's research suggests

that we're losing candidates

to higher pay and benefits in
the suburbs, or a lower cost

of living and better perks
in the sunnier climates.

What else is feeding this?

He drilled down on
the ticket-fixing

incidents
in the Bronx precincts.

Most of the cops involved

had less than seven years
on the job,

which goes to the
other question.

Are we recruiting the best
and the brightest?

I know a police officer

who used to be a lawyer
and went to Harvard.

You also know
that you can't fight city hall.

I got a guy in charge
of recruitment.

The mayor requested that you
meet with his guy.

The mayor's got a guy?

He ran all the media

for his election campaign--
Kevin Schmidt.

And how's his plain English?
You'll find out

at lunch. Can I confirm?

Do I have a choice?

1:00 at Malvino's.

At least we'll eat well.

(sighs)

(garbled radio transmission)

Detectives, we got a situation.
Hey. Yeah.

Where's our guy?

Which guy you
talking about?

Which do you think?
Come on.

The call came over
as an officer-involved shooting.

Right? This is the right
crime scene, isn't it?

Yeah, but there's a problem.

Is that the guy?

No, it's not.

JACKIE:
So, what's the problem?

Is there an officer
down somewhere?

No. Well,
we don't actually know.

Look, are you huffing glue
or something?

We got a call
of a 10-13.

Where's the police officer?

That's what we don't know,

I'm trying to tell you.

All we got is this guy.

Witness says the owner
was working the counter

when it went down,
and he's gone, too.

Okay. So, there was a cop here,
and now there's not.

So, what was the 10-13 about?

Somebody trying
to screw around with us?

Talk to him, okay?

He called 911.

Says he saw a cop walk in
right before the shooting.

Then he saw the cop walk out.

So, it's a cop that fled
the scene of the crime?

Fantastic. Thank you.

Blue Bloods

Season 2, Episode 11
The Uniform

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Makes you wonder.
I'm talking to Connie

five more minutes,
that could have been me.

Connie? You talking about
the owner of the diner?

Constantine Markos.
All right, this Constantine Markos--

it's not the guy that's lying
dead on the floor in there?

I know that now, but I thought

Connie was the only one
in there.

You didn't see anyone
else in the diner?

Well, the guy who got shot--
he must have come in the front

right when I was
walking out the back.

The only person I saw going
in there was that cop.

All right, what
happened next?

Well, he goes in,

I'm checking inventory
in the back of my truck,

then the shooting starts,
and I dive for cover,

and the next thing I see is

the cop high-tailing it
up the block.

Hold on. You seen the cop
running up the block?

Well, not like-like sprinting,
but-but walking fast.

Well, was he walking fast,
or was he high-tailing it?

You sound a little
confused. Maybe he wasn't

even a cop. Maybe it was
some other uniform,

and you just didn't quite
get it straight.

I know what a cop looks like,
okay?

JACKIE: All right,
all right.

It's just, a cop fleeing

the scene of the crime?

It doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, unless he did the crime.

Hey, I read the paper.

Not every cop's
a saint, you know.

Right. Okay, you get
a good look at him?

Well, enough to know
that he was a cop.

He's a white guy,
pretty tall,

dark hair.
Okay, what happened to Constantine Markos?

Where'd he go?

Well, I guess he went out
the back, but I don't know.

(phone ringing)
Oh.

You mind if I get this?

My wife-- she's going nuts.
Go ahead.

Go.
All right.

Don't go too far.
Listen to this.

Local precincts report no foot
patrols assigned in the area.

Nobody's
missing anybody.

Who is this cop?

(entrance bell tinkles)

MAN:
Detective Curatola,

I was hoping our next meeting
would be over dinner.

Yeah, only if there's
a dead body under the table.

Well, can't blame me for trying.

What do we got?

No ID on this guy.
Caught a slug

in the neck and one in the arm.
Looks like he bled out.

It's a messy shooting.

Yup, this guy's packing
some serious heat.

Which he used to put two rounds

in the wall behind you,
about a foot apart.

Huh. Okay, so,
this guy is shooting here.

Cop comes in,
shooting there,

but they came
in separately.

Maybe our cop happened
upon a hit.

Well, the register's empty, so
maybe it's a stickup gone bad.

Well, doesn't explain
why the cop would run.

I mean, we are allowed
to shoot bad guys.

Especially if
they shoot at us.

Maybe our cop was the stickup guy.
Possible.

So, let's see. A guy
gets dressed up as a cop,

comes in to rob a diner, and
then there just happens

to be a guy sitting here
with a nickel-plated.45?

I don't know.
I said maybe.

It didn't have
to be a customer, though.

Maybe the two of them showed up
to rob the place.

Bam, ran into each other.

Trouble here is,

none of this explains why

the owner of the diner
is in the wind.

Can we get an address
on this Connie character?

Yeah.

What the hell is this?

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you guys doing?
Who are you?

Detectives Reagan
and Curatola.

We're investigating a homicide.

Not in there.

We got the job as a
burglary in progress.

Alarm went off
20 minutes ago,

and the company notified communications.
All right.

Looks like your case might be
mixed up in our case. Uh...

You two knock on
some doors for us?

See if we've got
any witnesses?

Sure. We'll start
down there.

Great.

(door opening)

Wow. So much for a diner
stickup gone bad, huh?

Yeah.

Looks like somebody
wanted a lot more

than the cash in
Connie's register.

Yeah, and if our dead guy
is dead,

and this just happened, is it our cop?
Yeah.

Or maybe there
was a third guy.

I mean, somebody tossed
this place pretty good.

But what the heck would
Connie, the diner guy, have

that somebody
would want so bad?

Uh, I'm saying
a secret moussaka recipe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

"Connie, thanks for
being there for me""

Seven-pointed shield--
that's Auxiliary Police.

So our cop isn't
even a cop?

Apparently not.

Isn't Auxiliary
supposed to observe

and report?
Right.

Where did he get a gun?
I have no idea,

but we usually give
courtesy shields out

to friends and family, right?
Mm-hmm.

So maybe Connie and this guy
were related somehow.

Maybe Connie and this guy
are in business together,

and it went south.

Yeah, south,
and then straight to hell.

Man. Oh, damn it.

Thought you said you knew
what you were doing.

(sighs)

Hey.

You should get
some real painting clothes.

Yeah, I'll run
by my Dad's place.

There's got to be something
in the garage I can grab.

Take a meal
anytime soon, Sarge?

Yeah, soon as
we finish this section.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Smart kid like you,

no family to support,
no car payments.

So?

So, how come you can't
make ends meet on your salary?

Law degree loan.

Big nut?

Big nut.

Go ahead, say it.

Do I really have to?

If I'm so smart,

how come I'm painting fences

to help pay off
a Harvard law degree?

All ass-backwards, right?

That's not what I was gonna say.

No?

What I was gonna say is,
you're still getting

too much paint on your brush.

That's why you got
all the drips and the glops.

Point taken, Frank,
but I'd say that's just the view

from the top of the wave.

Tops of the wave?

A summary
of the metrics.

And?

Well, put it this way.

Yes, you have a big number
of applicants taking the exam.

But this sea bass here,
if he could use a pen,

could take the exam, too.

You're selling
a government job

with benefits and a pension.

So is your competition--
the Armed Forces,

the other uniformed services
in this and every other city.

And this isn't every other city.

It's more expensive
to live in,

taxes are high,
winters are harsh.

But there are ways
to counter that,

which is the
challenge here.

You and I can say,
hey, it's the Big Apple,

but our target demo is
shopping it against Albuquerque

or Mineola like it's apples
to apples-- pun intended.

And in that comparison,
the NYPD is coming up short.

I would disagree.

Let me walk you through.

The call to duty.

It's the same call our Armed
Forces recruiters have been

implementing with so much
success these past ten years:

to fight the war on terrorism.

Kevin, could we pause
for a moment?

What's the first
image that pops

into people's heads
when we talk about

the modern call to duty?
Stop right there.

What?

If I'm about to see images

of the Twin Towers coming down,
turn that thing off.

Listen, I can appreciate
your concern, Frank, but...

It's more than concern.

The event itself
and the continuing threat--

they're your biggest asset.

Are you finished?

I will not use 9/11
to sell my department.

JACKIE:
I don't know how many more

of these Auxiliary cops
I can talk to.

DANNY: Ten more precincts
to go, partner.

Almost done.

Officers!

We were wondering
if you could help us out,

if you had a second to spare.

You guys couldn't find a
rookie to do your coffee runs?

Excuse me?

Maybe they want
some muffins, too.

Hey, forthwith.

Actually, we're
investigating a murder,

not playing Keystone Kops.

(sighs) There was a shooting
at the Airline Diner.

You know about this?

Yeah, we just...

You just thought you'd
act like a schmuck

in front of a
couple detectives.

Is that it?
What can we do for you?

Uh, we're looking for the guy
who owns the diner,

a Constantine Markos.

We think he has a friend or
family member with Auxiliary.

That's a Greek name, right?

Oh, you thinking Jimmy
the Greek or Greek Mike?

Greek Mike. Jimmy's been
in Pittsburgh for two weeks.

Did you say the shooter
was an Auxiliary?

No, actually we
didn't say that.

Well, but that's what
you're thinking, right?

'Cause, uh, Greek Mike's
kind of a squared away guy.

This Greek Mike--
he's taller, dark hair, younger.

Damn.

That is Greek Mike.

Do you guys all have
goofy nicknames?

Clothesline Larry.

I clotheslined a
purse snatcher once.

He made the papers.

Oh.
Oh, that's good.

Mike's last name is Galatis.

You really think
he's your shooter?

We'll find out when
we speak to him.

Thank you.
Thanks for your time, Officers.

Down the hall.

All right.

You guys know
he's a cop, right?

Yeah. A rent-a-cop.

See, that's the very problem
with these guys.

People think
they're dealing with

the real cops, when a cantaloupe
could pass the Auxiliary test.

And you get guys
like Clothesline Larry.

But he did get
a bad guy though.

Yeah, well, you know,
even a blind squirrel

finds an acorn
once in a while.

(knocking)

Mike Galatis!

(pounding)

Police! Open up!

MIKE:
It's open!

Mike?

I'm back here.

All right.

Everything
okay in there?

MIKE:
I'm unarmed.

The gun's on the desk.

Let me see your hands.

You find Connie?

I said, put your hands
where I can see them, right now.

On your feet
and turn around.

You really like the NYPD, huh?

Yeah.
(handcuffs clicking)

Got a funny way of
showing it, kid.

I know that I should've
come in right away.

You can lament about
that in the car.

You have one of these
pictures on your wall?

Let's go, fan boy.

(door opens)

Want me to turn the heat up?

You still got your coat on.

Well...

What's got
you, Francis?

Mayor's ordered
a new marketing campaign.

He's convinced that
the department's losing

the best and brightest
to other cities.

What do they got that we don't?

To hear them tell it,
better weather,

better quality of life,
more money, you name it.

So, what's his fix?

They want to use 9/11
as a sales pitch.

Oh, for...

That's what I said.

The department's roots
go back to 1625, not 2001.

Come on, please.

Your grandfather

still had Donegal potatoes in
his pockets when he joined up.

(chuckles)

Why'd you join up?

Mick cops make cops.

(both laugh)

No, the only member
of this family

who actually made a choice
was Jamie.

And I think he's a little cranky
about it these days.

Why is that?

He came by today
to borrow some overalls.

He's painting houses

with Renzulli
on his days off

to make his nut.

(sighs)

(people chattering,
phone ringing nearby)

Okay, so prints came back
on our dead guy, Billy Jackson.

Uh, small-time hood,
nothing too crazy.

So, what about this guy?
Michael Galatis.

You know, this kid
applied for the cops

as soon as he was of age?

What happened?
Was rejected.

He failed
the character investigation.

Why? What did he do?

Two juvie arrests.

He was acquitted of assault.

He was convicted
of petty larceny.

He stole a six-pack
of beer from a bodega.

Sounds like you.
Come on, I did a lot worse than that.

This kid was unlucky.

If he had
a different investigator,

he would have been a cop.
Oh.

I figure that to be a catch.

Look at his emergency contact.

Constantine Markos.
His uncle.

Thanks.

Oh. And then there's this.

What the hell is going on
with this case?

I don't know.

MIKE: Did you guys
find Connie?

Your mean your Uncle Connie?

We'll get to him in a minute.

Look, I'm gonna

cooperate, but Connie's
the only family I got.

You have to tell me
if he's okay.

Well, he's definitely
well enough to run.

He was scared.

Those guys were gonna kill him.

DANNY: Hold on.
What do you mean,

those guys?

We only know about one guy.

This guy.

That's Billy.

The other guy's name was Joey.

I don't know
their last names, but

Joey was definitely
the one who was in charge.

In charge of what, Mike?

(mutters, sighs)

You could just tell, you know?

Come on. You shoot Billy...
with this gun?

Yeah, but it was
in self-defense.

Where'd you get the gun?

Connie kept it
behind the counter.

I didn't bring it with me.

The second I walked in,
Billy pulled his piece,

he told me to sit
down and shut up.

But Joey was smacking

Connie around, and he shoved
the gun in his face.

I mean, when I went for that
gun, Billy was already shooting.

That's self-defense, isn't it?

(knocking)

Detective Reagan?

Yeah.

Your family's here.

All right.

I'll be back.
JACKIE: Okay.

Hey!

Oh, hey, Dad.
Hi, Dad.

Hey. (laughing): What
are you doing here?

Yeah, well, we're on our way to
Cousin Anthony's birthday party

at the Hard Rock, so we thought
we'd stop by.

Good.
We just got these in.

You guys are the
first to have 'em.

Whoa.
Whoa!

(laughing)
What do you say?

Thank you!
Thank you!

You're very welcome.
Thanks.

Come here, you. Let's
put that on. Ooh!

- Dad? -I'm about to make you
an official police officer.

Yes?
Is he a dirty cop?

Is who a dirty cop?

The one
you're sweating in the box.

"Sweating in
the box?"

He did not learn
that language from me.

Sean, have you been playing
those video games again?

No.
What? I saw him. He did.

Uh-uh-uh, don't you snitch,
and you-- don't fib to your mom.

Get over there.
Where, at Tommy's?

Yeah.
Let me see that.

I swear, there's no
supervision over there.

Yeah.
LINDA: Come here.

Come here, right here.

Dad?
Yeah?

Is he a dirty cop?

No, he's an Auxiliary cop, son.

He's involved in a shooting
I'm investigating.

But he's a bad guy, right?

No, he's not a bad guy.

He's... he's lost,
and, um, he's in a bit of a jam,

and I'm trying to help him
find his way out.

Mm.
Which I have to get back to.

Okay, Detective?

You tell your Cousin Anthony,
happy birthday.

Bye, Dad.
I'll see you later.

All right, I will.
See you, Dad.

You know how to read a
ballistics report, right?

Explain that.

(door opens)

This doesn't make any sense.

No, but there it is.

The gun you used on Billy
and the gun he used on you

came in the same batch
of stolen weapons.

Is that a coincidence?

You bring that gun
with you, Mike?

No. I told you...

Come on, you know how this
looks to us, Mike, don't you?

I don't care.

I've known Connie my whole life.

He got that gun for protection.

That's it.

All right, did you know that
Connie's house was tossed?

No?

What are they looking for, Mike?

I mean, your uncle
still has a VCR,

so it's not valuables, right?

Where else would your
uncle hide something?

He wouldn't.
Come on!

Give us a for-instance.

You want us to believe you,
then prove us wrong, all right?

Tell us where yo Uncle Connie
would hide something.

Tell us!

He's got a storage locker.

It's just a bunch of
stuff for the diner.

I could take you there,
you wouldn't even

need a warrant;
Connie gave me a key.

Good.

Take us there.

DANNY:
Which way?

MIKE:
Right.

JACKIE:
You believe this guy's story?

DANNY: Well, he only knows what
his Uncle Connie told him, right?

MIKE: Did you at least put out
a Finest Message on Joey?

What's supposed to say, "Wanted
for questioning, some white guy

that Mike Galatis didn't shoot
in his uncle's restaurant"?

This one.
This one?

Yeah.

MIKE:
See? I told you.

I don't see anything yet.

But let's take a look.

(pans clattering)

Let's see.

Well.

What do we have here?

You say your uncle got that
gun for protection, huh?

What was he expecting? An army?

FRANK: You didn't hear this from
me, but your undercover work

with the Sanfinos has got
a lot of eyes on you.

Hopefully not the Sanfinos'.

You're on a fast track and it
ain't 'cause of your old man.

If anything, it's
in spite of me.

Only way I'd have it.

(sighs)

You know, I painted a few
houses when I walked a beat.

Window trim was
my specialty.

Freehand, no tape.

If you had it to do over...

Aw, that's not a real place;
I'm not going there.

Humor me.

Okay, if I had it to
do all over again,

I'd still take the test,

but I'd rob a bank on
my way to get there.

How's that?

Jamie... if you joined the
department after Joe died

as a way of helping us
all heal-- especially me--

if that resonates, you should
know that job is done.

I've made my peace
with it as much as I can.

Dad, I like the life.

And if Joe's death

brought me to it,
then so be it.

I never thought I was
gonna get rich being a cop.

Even a Harvard graduate
could figure that out.

Any more chips?

There's another bag
in the cupboard.

Connie is not a gun runner.

Come on, Mike.

What does that look like
to you over there?

It doesn't make any sense.

Maybe somebody's setting him up.

Setting him up?

You know, all my years on the
job, that's the first time

I ever heard a line so stupid
coming from behind a badge.

Doesn't mean it's not true.

All right, well, either way,

Connie has a lot
of explaining to do.

I know.

What's with the cuffs?

Detective Montero,
firearms investigation, meet

Auxiliary Officer,
Mike Galatis.

He killed some creep
named Billy Jackson

in his uncle's diner.

Oh, yeah? Well, you did
the world a favor.

You ever meet his buddy,

Joey Sava?
Yeah,

that's him!

That's the other guy.

All right, settle down.

What do you got
on this guy, Sava?

I have truck hijacking
in Virginia.

He killed the driver

and made off with more
than just these weapons.

There're 211 still out there.

So, uh, your uncle was
in business with these guys?

No.
No, Mike

seems to think there's some
other explanation, don't you?

You want to find Connie?

Me, too.

Mike, where would you look?

He had this thing
with a waitress.

Maureen something.

I dropped him off at her place once.
Great.

Do you remember where that is?

It's around 14th Street.

I could probably
find it again.

Okay, let's take
another ride.

Hey.

Kevin.

Oh...

Not trying to
avoid me, are you?

Not at all.
Come on.

He never gave me a chance.

He had his mind made up
before he even sat down.

Not true.

There's no fault here,
only difference of opinion.

Garrett, I am open to direction,
but I cannot work in a vacuum.

You won't be, Kevin;
I know him.

He'll come back to
you with direction,

but not until he's certain
of where he's pointing you.

And then what? It's
his way or the highway?

Only when he's
convinced he's right.

Which is how often?

When I quit tracking that, I
could finally quit smoking.

Have a good night.

Listen, Garrett, we're
doing this campaign

with the commissioner's
input or without.

If he wants to be heard,
he should start talking.

I'll be in touch.

DANNY: Kid, I'm starting
to think you got us

on a wild-goose chase here.

What are we doing?
I think we're close.

You "think we're close,"
you said that

ten blocks ago.

See that check-cashing place?

Yeah.

A few years back,
some guys held it up,

killed a couple customers
for no reason.

When they came out, they ran
right into two Auxiliary.

I remember that,
the perps

thought the, uh,
they were real cops.

Shot them both.

They never had a chance.
Yeah.

You know those guys
or something?

No. I wasn't on back then,

but I almost got assigned
to this precinct.

(phone beeps) Just gets
you thinking, you know?

We just got a text;
Connie just used his credit card

at a liquor store
a couple blocks away.

Great.

Let's go get him.

Constantine Markos, police.

Get your hands up front,
sir, where I can see them.

Is there a problem?

You could say
that. Come on.

You know, someone in there
has been worried about you.

Michael!

Don't worry, Connie,
everything's gonna be fine.

These are good detectives.

You keep your mouth shut, understand?
Come on.

No. Listen, we need
to clear this up.

Tell them what happened.

Connie, they found all these guns.
Hey, hey...

They're looking at me for murder.
Get inside!

Let's go.

I want a lawyer.

You'll get a lawyer.

Follow us back to the squad.

JACKIE:
You know this guy?

No.

We've got a witness that says
he's seen you two talking.

Was that a question,
Detective?

Signome. It's fine.

If you mean Michael,
he's obviously confused.

Do you have a crime

you'd like
to talk about, Detective?

How about 25 illegal firearms

I found in your client's
storage locker?

My client is not the only one
with access to that locker,

as you well know.

Those guns are not his.

So, Connie, are you
saying they're Michael's?

I'm not saying anything.

Well, I think you should
be saying something.

See, we found a dead
guy in your diner,

and you happened to run away.

It wasn't me who made him dead.

I ran because I was scared
his friends would come for me.

Who? What friends?

I don't know;
they all have friends.

Joey Sava?

Connie, listen, if you
tell us where he is,

it's gonna be a lot easier
on you and on Michael.

My client is under
no obligation

to help you, detective.

And as far as his nephew...

The boy made his own bed.

What the hell is he doing?

What does it look
like he's doing?

He's saving his own ass.

By pinning this on me?

Yeah, well, that's
how it works, kid.

Oh, son of a bitch.

This... This isn't happening.

I was trying to help him.

And now he's helping himself.

So you got a choice.

You can do the right thing
and you can help us now.

He practically raised me.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

Come on, let's go for a walk.

Come on.

I know how bad you
wanted to be a cop.

And I'm sorry that it
didn't work out for you.

But you got a
second chance here.

You can stop feeling
sorry for yourself,

and you could think about what
it is you can do to help us.

Think about all the things

you've seen
your Uncle Connie do,

and all the times you gave him
the benefit of the doubt.

You can put yourself
behind a gold shield,

and you can think about it
the way a cop would.

We got to get Joey Sava
off the streets,

and you giving us Connie is
the only way we can do it.

Nobody said
the job was easy.

What is this?

Connie's last chance.

Connie, you give us Joe Sava,
the D.A. will go easy on you.

As I was telling
your partner,

you have nothing
on my client.

Actually, we do.

Bring him in.

Michael,
this isn't a game.

Not another word.

Think about what you're doing.

What am I doing, Connie?

You're trying to bury me.

I'm telling the truth.

That box with the guns in it
was in the diner one morning,

nailed shut.

Connie told me to stick
it in storage, so I did.

Which proves nothing.

It's just your
word against his.

(sighs)

It's not just mine.

Remember, Connie?

That box weighed a ton.

Ralph, your chicken guy,

had to help me
put it in the car.

He asked you
what was in it,

you told him it was
cast iron skillets.

That's corroboration.

That puts the weapons
in his sole possession.

What did I ever do to you
except take care of you, huh?

I treated you like a son.

Connie.
What were you thinking?

If I wanted help from a real
cop, I would have called one.

I'm sorry, Connie.

I won't bother you again.

Now, unless you want to spend

the rest of your life
in Sing Sing

slinging eggs,

you're going
to give us Joey Sava.

(short siren blast)

ESU CAPTAIN:
Reagan.

You must be that bad feeling
I woke up with this morning.

It's funny, Cap, you
know, I get that a lot.

All right,
listen up,

we're looking for one Joe Sava.

He did ten years
for manslaughter.

He's got outstanding warrants
for felony assault and menacing.

This guy is no joke, so let's keep it tight.
I need two of you

around back,
two of you around front.

Whose vehicle is this?
My car.

All right, you, anything goes
down, that's the hospital car.

You got it?
Yes.

Good.
No knock?

No knock, third floor.
All right.

Let's hit it.

♪ ♪

Police!
Get down!

Down on the ground!

Down on the ground now!

Hands behind your head!
Don't move, don't move!

Joey!

Hey!

Reagan!

Joey!

Joey Sava!

Hey!

Hold it!

Hey!

Joey Sava!

Police!
Don't move!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Hold it!

(grunts)

Joey!

(gunshot)

(gun clicking)

Drop it!

Get on your knees.
Don't even think about it.

On your knees!

What are you gonna do?
What am I gonna do?

(Sava groans)

That's what I'm gonna do.

Jackass.

(sighs)

Hey, that's a nice look
for you, kid, no handcuffs.

Yeah, grand jury
cleared me.

Figured they would.

Not without
your testimony.

Hey, I told them
what happened.

Don't get all sentimental
about it, all right?

Yeah, a different detective
could have gone either way.

You got lucky this time; maybe
you'll get lucky next time.

When you taking
the cop test again?

(chuckles)
You knew I would, huh?

Yeah-- well,
I'll tell you what--

find out who your investigator
is, give me a call.

I got a few connections
in the department.

(car door shuts)

Guy's bedroom was like a shrine
to the NYPD,

except he had a picture of you
where you're supposed to have

a poster of the rock star
or the quarterback.

Or SpongeBob.

Granddad SquarePants.

(laughter) NICKY:
Come on, boys,

let's go make that on Photoshop.

Sounds like this guy
was really obsessed.

If you want something bad
enough and you can't have it,

then you try your damnedest
to get near it.

DANNY: Well, I'm not
going to judge the guy.

Who knows where I'd be
if I failed the test?

You'd be laying bricks and
drinking too much beer.

DANNY: Those weren't my
only two choices in life,

you know.
No, you're right,

there was
installing car stereos,

along with selling aluminum
siding in New Jersey,

along with drinking
too much beer.

(laughter)

DANNY:
All right.

You think that's funny?

What about you guys?

Ladies' better shoes.

Staying in the Marines.

And you?

Oh, we already know
about you.

I'd be helping
bad guys go free,

driving a Beemer, and dreading every morning.
Hmm.

Or you could've
been an ADA.

I love waking up for
work every morning.

All due respect, sis,
but cops are cooler.

Hear, hear.
With all due respect,

career choices based on a cool
factor is for 15-year-olds.

Thank you.
FRANK: Oh.

Yeah, is that why you took

a job as a cocktail
waitress at the Roxy--

because that job commanded
such respect? (laughs)

HENRY: I thought you used to
work at a roller-skating rink.

It was a roller-
skating rink.

LINDA:
Yeah, in the '70s

when you were in,
like, grade school.

I did have
roller skates on.

(others laughing)

No way you didn't know
Erin was a cocktail waitress.

Why would you think that?

You're my dad.

(chuckles)

I knew.

Sometimes one chooses
to let things slide.

And I didn't become a cop
because of Joe

or for the money obviously.

Why did you?

Growing up, it always seemed
that what you guys made

was never the reason
you did what you did.

It was the work itself,

the stories you got
into the middle of,

the adventures, the comedies,
the tragedies.

FRANK:
The adventures,

the comedies, the tragedies.

Going to work every day with the
feeling anything could happen,

and you'd be in the middle
of it, making a difference.

And being part of a brotherhood
that spans almost 300 years.

I know that's not the Big Idea,

and I don't pretend
to have it,

but it seems to me...

that the personal stories
should be

the heart and soul of it.

Anything there
you can work with?

(exhales)

I don't suppose I could
just turn the camera

on the commissioner?

Not a chance.

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