Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 18 - No Regrets - full transcript

When a man is shot in broad daylight, Danny investigates and learns the man had no enemies or reason for someone to kill him. But another person is later killed and there appears to be no connection between the two victims. He later learns that the second victim got away with murder so he thinks someone is trying to get payback. Erin takes him to the D.A. who prosecuted the second victim, the man's irate about the victim because he feels she should have been convicted. And when a third person is killed, Erin figures out what the link is. Jamie finds a boy wandering the streets with blood on his clothes. He takes him back to his parents and can't help but wonder if there's anything wrong at their home. An astronaut who just retired, who's also a friend of Frank's comes to the New York. They meet and the man drinks very heavily and he talks about his family. But Frank learns the things he said about his family is not true and tries to help him.

We need
to turn around.

We're nowhere
near Park Avenue.

You saying I
can't read a map?

Or street signs.
Give me that.

Okay, look,
you already ate half of it.

I didn't eat half of it.
You ate half.

This is not half of it.
So, maybe I should only give you

half of your money...
Half of it... Oh! Come on!

So, I got us
on the list at the club,

and don't you dare wear red,

because I just bought
the perfect red dress.



...tickets!
Who wants tickets?

Free comedy show!

You're kidding me.

In Times Square? All right.

Reagan, Baez,
we got a fresh one.

Hello?

Hello?!

Surprise!

What do you think, Sarge?
Baked it myself.

Really?

That's right.
No.

He was just the only guy willing
to cough up two bucks for it.

Mm. Yeah, right.

Well, I got
a present



for the two of you.

Shooting on 43rd
and Times Square.

So, grab your coats
and get a move on.

What? Come on, Sarge.

You got to make a wish first.

All right! All right!
Yay!

Didn't come true.

You're still here.

Let's go.

Back to work.
Ah.

And that's why
I'm so proud to be here

on the flight deck
of the USS Intrepid.

You know, first question
I always get is,

"Pete, what's it like
up in space?"

And the truth is,
I don't think

the words have been
invented yet to describe it.

Just how black that sky is,
just how bright those stars are.

And of course,
the second question that people

always ask me is,

"How the hell do you go
to the bathroom up there?"

Well, all you really
need to know

is that I was sure glad
it worked back in '99

when I was coming back

to Earth in Discovery.

Two of the hydraulic systems

had already failed.

One of 'em was looking
pretty iffy.

I'm trying to bring this bird

back down on a lakebed,

with all the alarms going off
around me in the cockpit...

Got to tell you,
if I was gonna murder somebody,

I'd definitely pick
a more secluded location.

Shooter either
has a lot of balls,

or not a lot of brains.

Careful. I made a whole career
off of that combination.

Here's the vic's
cell phone, Detective.

What do you got?

Martin Cahill, 28 years old.

Address says he lives uptown.

Rorsch Financial I.D.
says he works downtown.

Looks like he died
texting somebody named Tess.

"Heading home now. XOXO."

But he never pressed send.

Great.
That means it'll be us

walking through
Tess's door instead.

Yeah, worst part of the job.

Tell me about it.

We got witnesses.

Okay, who saw what over here?

Oh, I saw the whole thing.

Guy came out of the crowd,
shot the other guy, walked off.

Nothing said?
No argument?

Nah, this guy--

he's calm, you know,
like a cucumber.

Cool...

as a cucumber,
but we get your drift.

Okay, look--
what'd the guy look like?

Oh, he was a tall white guy
in a parka.

Uh-huh.
Ah! No, no!

He is short guy
with baseball cap, okay?

- And he's black.
- He was white.

He was...
One at a time, all right?

Did you see which way
the guy fled?

Yes, he went that way.

No, no, huh-huh, he goes

this way, all right?
And he's a black guy.

What do you know?
You were

all the way over there
in your barfmobile.
Officer?

Look, shut up, you rich bitch, okay?!
Oh, don't yell at me,

- falafel man.
- Hey, now, okay...

Look, she can't call me
these kind of things...!

All right,
you, over there...

Tell me you got
this thing on tape.

No. I want a
picture with you.

We're from Idaho.

This is so cool!

Yeah. Real cool.

♪ Blue Bloods 3x18 ♪
No Regrets
Original Air Date on March 15, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==



What a load.

You made that stuff up
about landing Discovery.

Hey, you got to give the people
what they want to hear.

And where in the hell you been
hiding the last couple years?

Come on, I could ask you
the same thing, Commissioner.

Yeah, I know.

Time goes by.

Hey, I got a question.

Why is it you never went
into flight school?

You mean because I outscored
you on all the tests?

Ah!

Well, that explains it then--
your crappy memory.

Well, you know,
I thought about it.

But somehow,
I thought I was meant

to be a Marine on the ground
with a gun in my hand.

Not to mention,
Mary had a vote.

Anyway...

how's Amy and Heather?
They all right?

Oh, yeah. Never better.

Yeah.
Good.

The program's over,
of course, now, so...

You're out of a
job, my friend.

Yeah, straight
from the wild blue yonder

to the big pink slip.

How about another, hmm?

Nah.

I'm good, but you go ahead.

Listen...

Amy has always loved this city.

And Heather's planning
on going to school at NYU

for grad school,
and I would love

to find something here.

Just some advisory position,

uh, one company or another.

I'm just wondering
if you could help me out.

Oh, come on.
You've golfed with presidents.

Ex-presidents,
who are all trying

to find their own
second act right now.

No, you are connected, Frank,

in New York City,
every which way,

right at this very minute.

Maybe you could put out

a few feelers for me, huh?

I did sort of carry your sorry
Marine ass, back in the day.

Now who's got the lousy memory?

Listen, I'd... I'd be happy to.

But I got a question:

Hm?

How do you go to the
bathroom up there?

Hey, I'm serious, man.

Did Martin suffer?

No. It happened
very fast.

He was trying to text you
that he was on his way home.

I'd been trying to get him

to come home early

to tell him
what I just found out.

You're pregnant?

We were going to celebrate.

Look, it appears
that your husband was targeted.

Do you have any idea who
would want to hurt him?

No.

Did he have
any disgruntled clients?

Any clients with ties
to organized crime, anything?

Never.
Martin didn't deserve this.

I know.

He should be here

with me and our baby.

Please, find the person who did this.
Okay...

Please.
Okay.

She's a badge bunny, Vin.

So what? She's dated
a couple other cops?

And half a dozen
firefighters

That's all in
the past, Reagan.

All right?
Okay.

I don't appreciate your tone,

'cause Tanya's the one.

Okay.
I mean that.

All right.
What is going on?

- Stop!
- Hey, stop!

- Hey!
- Hey! Look out!

Hey, hey.
Hey...

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

You all right?

He's got blood on him, Vin.
Call it in.

Central 12 David.
I need a bus.

Hey, you okay?
Hey, talk to me.

...48th between
Eighth and Ninth, forthwith.

You okay, bud?

I stopped by Rorsch Financial
on the way in.

Tell me you got
something good, partner.

Coworkers say Martin Cahill
was a great guy, no enemies.

Great. I got the same thing
from his wife.

Went through his computer
and e-mails-- squeaky clean.

So why does a saint get
gunned down out of nowhere?

What's that? I can't hear you

over our case getting colder
by the minute.

Well, maybe your second crime
scene will warm things up.

Second crime scene?

Another shooting just went down,
this time in the Bronx.

A retirement home.

How do you know it's our guy?
Same M.O.

Killer strolls up to the vic,

shoots without saying a word,
strolls off.

Want to take a chance
it's just a coincidence?

No.

Just gonna feel a little stick.

Ready?

Aah!
Okay.

Thanks for seeing us, Linda.

He's been so freaked out.
I knew you could keep him calm.

Ah, you're doing
a pretty good job yourself.

Where's Child Services?

Oh, they're out
in the lobby.

He screamed bloody murder
when they tried to take him.

But someone's trying

to locate his family,
right?

Yeah, Vin took
a cell phone picture.

He's canvassing the neighborhood
where we found him.

Good.

Okay, bud.

Well, here's another mystery
to add to this little guy.

Oh.
The blood on his shirt?

That's not his blood.

Really.

When I cleaned him up,
I didn't find a scratch

or a cut on him, so I tested

his blood and the blood
on the shirt.

It's two different types.

Got someone else's blood on him.
What's this kid seen?

Try asking him.

Hey, bud, let's try this
one more time, okay?

Let's go. Okay, okay.
No. Don't put me down.

It's okay.
You're all right.

I'm just gonna put you
right here on the table.

You're totally safe.

Okay, I got you.

Obviously,
somebody told you that

if you ever had a problem,

you should find
the nearest police officer.

That's why you ran
up to me, right?

Yeah? But I can't help you
solve it unless you talk to me.

Okay, so you need
to be really brave.

Told you that my name is Jamie.
What's your name?

Kyle.

Kyle. Okay.
That's a cool name.

Nice to meet you, Kyle.

Where do you live, bud?

What do you got?

Ruth Collins, 80 years old.

Shot in the middle
of eating lunch.

I can see that much.

She have enemies?
Anything? Any story?

Not a one.

Sweet little old lady,
wouldn't hurt a fly.

Sort of like
our first victim, huh?

As for the shooter...
As for the shooter--

let me guess.

Nobody saw anything.
No witnesses.

He could be white, black,
tall, short...

Actually, this time...
we have video.

Okay, there's our guy.

Judging by the height of that
door, I'd say he's about

six foot, give or take.

Take that hood off, come on.

On a mission,
as calm as can be.

Or calm as a cucumber.

Exactly.

Right-handed.

Looks like a revolver.

Come on, show us something,

you son of a bitch.

He just shoots

the poor old lady
like it's nothing.

Nothing.

All right, let me guess,

none of you
saw anything, huh?

Something you want
to say, ma'am?

Ma'am?

Whoa! Whoa!

Huh... hold on, ma'am.

Something you want
to talk to us about?

Well, yes.

I didn't want to say anything
in front of everyone else,

'cause they liked Ruth so much.

Uh-huh.
But she was part of

my sewing circle,
and-and sometimes

she would take a nip

from that apple brandy
bottle she had.

Mm-hmm.
And one night,

a-a while back,
she told me

she had a secret.

Which was...?

Ruth told me she killed someone.

That's it

for today.

Be careful out there.

Regarding the possible
serial shootings,

the first victim was shot
last night, in Times Square,

the second one,
this morning, in the Bronx.

CNN is asking for a
one-on-one with you.

That would look like

I'm bigfooting
my son's investigation.

I don't think so.

On the inter-office front,

you have a dirty bomb
tabletop at 4:30.

Briefing's on your desk.

And I also saw Baker's
e-mail with that list

of CEOs and board chairmen

and their available
interview times.

And?

Did I somehow miss

the announcement
of your retirement?

Or did you find an extra
hour in your day

to take on a second job?

Boy, I can't get
anything past you.

Sir, your 4:00 is here.

Good.

You know, the first thing

I ever taught your boss?

Always keep
a beautiful woman nearby.

I'm glad to see

he hasn't forgotten.

Garrett Moore,

Colonel Pete Seabrook.

The Endeavor.

What about it?

The only space shuttle
you never got to fly.

I was back-up pilot

on her first mission.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah. What's that?

How do you go

to the bathroom up there?

Aren't you late for anything?

Honor to meet you, Colonel.
Thank you.

Don't do that to my people.

Baker's not a cocktail waitress

in Cocoa Beach,

she's an NYPD Detective.

I'm sorry.

Besides, she's got

the Medal For Valor,
you don't want to piss her off.

You know I always
put my foot in it.

I made a few calls,

now they're expecting yours.

I'm...

I really appreciate this, Frank.

Good.

Now tell me what
happened with Amy.

Boy, you never stop
being a cop, do you?

Well, I had to do a bio, Pete.

You've been divorced
for two years.

Unemployed. Divorced.

How many screw-ups do I have
to admit to in one day?

I mean...

And I never
saw this one coming.

I know I'm not the world's
greatest husband,

but just, all of the sudden,
one day, out of nowhere,

she just says, "We're done."

That's it."

Serves me with papers

and moves out.

Took Heather with her.

I don't see you giving up.

They're my family, Frank.

If anyone should
get that, it's you.

And-and actually, I mean,

things are going
a little better.

I'm talking to them
all the time,

and that-that's
the only reason I think that

if I could land one of these
jobs in New York,

and just get them out here
from Houston, I don't know,

maybe we'll have a...

a real shot at a fresh start.

Look...

I'm sorry I wasn't up-front
with you about this.

Well, we all have our secrets.

Want to know the real reason

I didn't go to flight school?

I'm afraid of flying.

Never stopped me.

A killer named Ruth Collins?

Yes, Ruth Collins, arrested
for murder in 2002, but...

she was prosecuted
in this office.

I'm pretty sure
it was your old buddy,

Trevor Holt.

You think he'll talk to me?

No, but he'll talk to me.

Okay, do you think you can
get him to talk to me?

Danny, you're not exactly
a people person.

You know,
and he likes me.

He recruited me
out of law school.

Yeah.
He's been a mentor to me.

Ok, how about when he talks
to you, I sit in?

Will you behave yourself?

Yes.

Mrs. Hilberg, listen to me!

If you don't testify
against Tommy Vasquez

and he walks free,

even more people
are gonna get seriously hurt.

Mrs. Hilberg...

Hello?

Is everything all right?

Lost a witness
against that food truck guy

dealing drugs in Monroe Park.

Anyway...

where you been all week?

Chinatown,
interviewing witnesses.

Which means I was

near Lin Cho's, and I picked up
your favorite tea.

Oh.

Erin...

you are gonna put my wife
out of business.

Oh!

Oh, this is my
brother Danny.

Danny, nice to finally
cross paths.

You, too.
Danny was wondering if you

remembered a woman
named Ruth Collins.

Sure.

She's a cold-blooded killer.

Yeah, she was
a cold-blooded killer.

She was murdered this morning.

Oh.

So, you tried the case?

I would've, if the grand jury

would've indicted her.

Ruth was a slumlord.

She had a rent dispute
with one of her tenants.

A disabled tenant named Joan.

Mm-hmm.
Joan threatened to sue,

so Ruth ran her over with a car.

Then she backed up
and ran over her again.

How did the grand jury
not see it?

Oh, Ruth put up an act.

She played the sweet little old
lady who wouldn't hurt a fly.

She doddered up to the stand,

then she sobbed about how foggy
she was that day

because her medications
got all mixed up.

Do you know of anybody
who was angry

that she, uh,
didn't end up in jail?

Joan's son, Kenneth.

He said he was gonna
get even with her,

with the DA's Office,

even members of the grand jury.

And?

And nothing.

I figured he just cooled off
as time went by.

Yeah, or maybe he just waited

for the right time to strike.

Please...

tell us our boy is okay.

Yeah, Kyle is fine.

But when I found him,

he was out on the street alone,

with a bloody shirt
and no coat on,

so he's not
coming back until

I'm confident this is
a safe place for him to be.

It is, we promise.

Mm-hmm.

When did you first realize
that he was gone?

About an hour after
I put him in his room.

Uh, we went crazy
looking for him.

ask any of our neighbors.

But you didn't call the police.

We were embarrassed
that he ran away.

You realize it was
because he heard

you two fighting, right?

Kyle gets scared

when anyone raises their voice.

Mm-hmm.
Which you should've remembered

before you started
yelling at me.

Baby, you yelled at me first.

What? No, I didn't.

Uh-uh-uh, all right.

Okay,

what was the fight about?

It was... it was nothing.

It was silly.
And we shouldn't have

yelled in front of Kyle.

That was our mistake,
Officer.

Is that how he got blood
on his shirt?

I dropped a glass.

I didn't throw it, I swear.

Mm-hmm.
Kyle wanted to help me

when he saw me bleeding,

but there was pieces
on the ground,

so I... I picked him up

and I-I put him
in his room.

Please, our boy
means everything to us.

Can he come home now?

Yeah.

Hey, Vin, bring him in.

Mom. Dad.

Little man.

Start talking, Kenneth.

Okay!

Okay what?
Okay.

Okay what?!
I did it.

That didn't take long.

All right, I shouldn't have,

but I did.

Why don't you lay it
all out for us, Kenneth.

How'd it go down?

The drugs made me do it.

So you're a junkie.

I'm not proud of it.

I steered clear of dope
my whole life.

Wasn't easy,
but I stayed clean

for my mama.

Until she was killed
by Ruth Collins.

That bitch ran her down

and then convinced the world
that she didn't.

Look, we understand
why you wanted revenge

on Ruth Collins, Kenneth.

We do.

But why go kill
Martin Cahill, also?

Wait... Ruth is dead?

Of course she's dead.

I mean, you just
confessed to it.

You said the drugs

made you do it.

No, I meant I broke

into that dude's apartment.

Martin Cahill's apartment?

I don't know anyone
named Martin Cahill.

I'm talking about the guy
in my building-- Larry.

I stole his computer
to sell it for dope.

That's why I ran away from you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't start lying to us now.

Well, I...
Okay?

'Cause you killed Ruth Collins

and you killed Martin Cahill.

But I didn't.

I mean, I wanted to kill

Ruth Collins years ago, but...

Detectives, outside.

Little bit busy
with a suspect here, Sarge.

Except he's not.

Your shooter

just struck again.

He's all yours.

Son of a bitch.

So, a guy doing Tai Chi

said he saw the
jogger arrive

and start warming up.

And let me guess,
guy in a parka

comes walking up,
two shots on the jogger

and he walks away?

Yeah, the song remains
the same, you know?

Yeah, except this time,

we got even less on the vic.

We got no wallet,
we got no house keys,

we don't even got an iPod

to know if he listens
to show tunes or speed metal.

Danny, we need an I.D. to
see if there's a pattern.

I-Is this guy a saint,
like the first victim,

or a killer like the second?

This tai chi guy--
he say if he saw

which way the jogger
was coming from?

Yeah, he said he approached
from the north.

I'll tell you what,
I'm gonna grab a couple guys,

go canvas that way.
Head to the M.E.'s office

and camp out there
and do not leave until you get

an I.D. on this stiff, okay?
All right.

Call me as soon as you hear.

Anybody want to go
on a wild goose chase with me?

Another body dropped.

So that makes three.

You know, I'm impressed
by your math, Sis.

Yes, three and counting.

Don't worry.
You'll solve the case.

What do you got for me, Baez?

All right.

Ah, great. Yeah.

Good news?
Maybe.

We got an I.D. on our dead
one Eddie DeLuca.

Which means I got to go, Sis.

Let me tell
you something,

when those solid rockets

light up, you don't know
where you're going.

I mean, you know
you're going somewhere.

But you don't know, and I'm
telling you something else--

people are talking about
the wild blue yonder,

they don't know-- it's black.
It's as black as your shirt.

Colonel Seabrook?

Ye... Ye...

Erin Reagan. You know my father.
Hey.

You got to be kidding me!

Erin Reagan!
What are you doing in New York?

Well, you know,
I'm just taking a...

what the PR people
call a victory lap.

You know,
shoot a few pictures,

shake a few hands, but...
Do you realize

the last time I saw you was when

your family came down
to the Cape

to see Atlantis go up?
Yeah, it was

a long time ago. Still, it was
the coolest thing I ever saw.

Aw.

So, Dad know you're in town?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, um,

he's gonna join me for a drink
in-in, uh, just a little bit.

Okay, well, you two
stay out of trouble.

Okay. You take care.

Okay.
Yeah.

Hey, Linda.
Hey.

Take something to the table for you?
Um...

napkins. Over there.

Jamie, since I don't get to ask,

what happened when you took that
little guy home the other day?

Was everything okay?

Yeah, turns out his parents
were just arguing.

His dad accidentally
got blood on Kyle's shirt.

I need butter.
Would you grab it?

But you're talking about,
like, his stepfather, right?

Or his foster father?

Um, no, Raul's his dad.

I saw, um,
baby pictures with him.

Why?

Uh, Jamie,
the blood that I tested

from the shirt and from Kyle,
those were types AB and O.

That's incompatible
for a father and son.

What are you saying?
I'm saying

this guy Raul,

he can't be Kyle's
biological father.

All I know

is the bodies keep piling up,

and I feel like I'm
running around in circles.

Well, do what
we were trained to do--

go back to the beginning.

Is it random?

I don't know.
If it's premeditated,

there's a motive.
If it's random...

let's just hope it's not.

Right.

Nothing scares a cop more
than a nut who keeps

- killing people for no reason.
- Okay.

Can we try not to scare
everybody around here?

What'd you learn about

- that jogger yesterday?
- That he got

a murder rap,
same as victim number two.

Could be a vigilante.

Or karma's getting them.

Who's karma?

Karma's a what,

not a who.

Okay then, what's karma?

It's this idea

from Eastern religions that
what goes around comes around.

The Bible says
something similar.

Well, maybe someone's trying
to speed up the process.

Look, the theory
of a vigilante

or karma sound great, but...
what about victim number one,

who was apparently a saint?

So if there's a pattern,
you're not seeing it.

Exactly. And around
And around

and around and around.
and around and around.

Find the motive.
Even if it's just the voices

rattling around
your shooter's head.

Don't worry, Uncle Danny.

You'll get this guy.

Yeah, not like you don't have any
experience with crazy people.

You grew up in a house
full of 'em.

Show 'em.

Three jacks.

Whoo.
That certainly beats

my three tens.

Mm-hmm.

Lucky for me,
I got a pair of aces

to go with.

Grandpa...

Oh...

Then let's double the ante.

Ooh.
Ooh. Ooh.

Yes, ma'am.
Here you go.

So, did Pete tell you?

Tell me what?

I bumped into him last night
at McDerry's.

Looked like he'd had a few.

I didn't go to McDerry's
last night.

He said that you were meeting
him for a drink.

He never called. I never went.

The way I remember him,

he was ten feet tall,
riding a rocket into space.

Last night, he just

looked like...

a guy drinking alone in a bar.

Hey.
Officer.

Evening. Do you have a moment?

Well, Raul's not here.
He took Kyle to the store.

That's okay.
I want to talk to you.

I just need
to turn down the stove.

Is something wrong?

No, uh...

I wanted to, uh...

talk to you
about Kyle's father.

I know it's not Raul.

What? Of course he's his father.

But that's impossible.

Kyle's blood type couldn't
come from your husband's.

This is none of your business.
Okay,

your son ran up to me on the street
because I'm a police officer.

That makes it my business.

Look, I see domestic situations
turn bad all the time.

If the truth comes out
in the wrong way,

your husband can't deal with it,

Kyle's the one who ends up
getting hurt. Is that...

is that something you want?
Something you want to happen?

No.

The fight that Raul and I had,

it was about this guy, Ted.
He drops by sometimes.

Ted's a plumber, so I say
he's just here to fix things.

He's really coming
to see his son.

How do I tell my husband

that he's not the father
of our child?

I knew it.

It's him, isn't it?

It's that punk Ted?

And you said I was crazy
for thinking that?!

Baby, please, let me explain!

You bitch!

Hey! Hey, hey! Hey!

Baby!

Go to hell!

Raul!
Dad!

Please!
All right, all right. Okay.

Hey, it's okay.

Hello, Frank.

Hello.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks, I'm good.

What's going on?

Amy...

you didn't know
he was in New York?

No.

He asked me to help him
find a job,

so he could move you and Heather
from Houston.

Uh, forgive me,

I'm... a little behind here.
Frank, there's reality

and then there's Pete's version.

How far apart are they?

I don't know what he told you.

He divorced me
almost three years ago.

He told me you left him.
Like I say,

there's reality
and then there's...

He's lost.

Started a while back.

The shuttle program
was ending,

he was retiring from the Corps.

The brass bands
kind of just... stopped.

I don't think he knew

who he was supposed
to be anymore.

"Is that all there is?"

It's not an easy
question to answer.

He started drinking more

d talking less.

One day Heather
and I came home

to find divorce papers
on the coffee table

and his stuff packed and gone.

Heather's still mad about it.

And you?

More sad than mad by now.

I only moved up here
because I couldn't stand living

in the same city
and never hearing from him.

All he ever talks about
is the two of you

getting back together.

Then why not pick up
the damn phone?

He's a proud man.

Thank you. I'll get right on it.

I'll pick you up
tonight, Trevor.

- I love you.
- Bye, honey.

Gail!

What are you doing here?

I gave Trevor a ride in.

Well, it's been ages.
How are you doing?

Okay,
under the circumstances.

I-I thought if he'd tell anyone,
it would be you.

Tell me what?

A couple months ago,

Trevor had to go to the E.R.
in the middle of the night.

What?
We thought it was food poisoning.

But it wasn't.

Trevor's sick?

Very.

Oh, Gail.

Hey. Got your message.
What's up?

Can you close the door?

Okay.

I don't know how to say this.

Well, why don't you just say it?
'Cause you're kind of

freaking me out
a little bit here.

The guy you're looking for, I...

I think it could be Trevor Holt.

You're joking, right?
I wish I were,

and I would like you to talk me
out of it, but the more

I think about it, the more
it's making sense to me.

The other day,

Trevor said he had
Ruth Collins' case, right?

Yeah.
Did you know

he also prosecuted
your third victim, Eddie DeLuca?

Eddie DeLuca. He did three years
for manslaughter.

So, other than Holt being
the prosecutor in both cases,

I don't really see
a connection here, Sis.

Eddie DeLuca should have
done life for murder.

So, he basically skated,
just like Collins.

Wha-Wha-What's gotten into you
that you're suddenly

running around, playing cop,
digging through files, hmm?

All right, I know. It just...
it wasn't adding up, okay?

And it didn't occur
to me on the day,

but do you remember
when Trevor was yelling

and getting all pissed off that

he lost the witness?

I would have done
the same thing. So what?

Right, exactly.

That's not the Trevor I know.

From day one, he taught me
not to get mad.

That getting mad would take
your eye off the ball,

and the real point is justice.

Sis, the guy was in a bad mood.

He got mad. So what?

It doesn't make him a killer.

You get mad
all the time yourself!

I'm not saying
that I learned the lesson well.

This is why I admire the man.

His ability to
stay focused, and

keep his emotions in check.

I mean, this guy gave up
having kids

to devote his life to the law.

Right. And he's gonna jeopardize
everything he's worked for

to run around,
playing vigilante?

Why?

Because he's running
out of time.

What?

He's dying.

Pancreatic cancer, inoperable.

And maybe it's
making him crazy.

And maybe I am crazy
for suggesting this.

I think killing these people
is his bucket list.

Frank?

Sit down.

Uh, you're not drinking?

No.

Cheers.

I didn't want
to break your rhythm.

You, uh... think I got
an issue with booze?

You've always had issues.

Now you have a problem.

I'm sorry.

Sorry you lied,
sorry you got caught,

or sorry you're a drunk?

Um, just...

sorry, okay?

I'm not your counselor.
I'm your friend.

Don't lie to me,

or expect me to believe the lies
you tell about yourself.

Okay, what are you saying,
Frank?

You're a good man.

And who you are...

is a lot more important
than what you do.

Those jobs--
they're there for you.

But you need to reach out
to Amy and Heather first.

Frank, that ship has sailed.

Not according to them.

How would you know?

I'm the police commissioner.
I know everything.

Look...

Frank, I have faced some pretty
scary things in my time.

But the thought of my wife

and my daughter...

watching me
just lose it all... I...

No. I...

I had to push 'em away.

I wouldn't even know
what to say to 'em.

Well, you better think
of something fast.

We got you surrounded.

What are they doing here?

They're hoping to talk
to the man they used to know.

Danny.

Sis, look, we couldn't move
on Trevor Holt

until we got all
our ducks in a row,

which meant connecting him
to the first victim.

And you did.

Yeah, we did.

Before he worked in New York,

he was a prosecutor
in Stamford, Connecticut.

He prosecuted the case
of a 14-year-old rapist

who only did three months.

It was Martin Cahill,
the first victim.

Whose records were sealed
when he turned 17,

which is why
it never popped for you.

Look, I'm sorry, Sis, but
we're on our way to pick him up.

Well, he's not at the office.

He lost another witness
in that food truck case.

He said he was gonna take
the rest of the day off.

And then, he... left.

Sis, the-the food truck--
where...?

It's-it's in Monroe Park, right?

Danny, he's not right
in the head.

Please be careful,
for you and for him.

I'll do my best, all right?
I'll be in touch.

We gotta go.

Moving out?

This ain't my home anymore.

I know
you're pissed at the world.

The world? Try you.

And Ted.

And that lying bitch inside.

What about Kyle?

This ain't his fault.

Then why are you punishing him?

'Cause if you get in this car,
and you drive away,

that's what you're doing.

Forget about your family.

My family was a lie.

Not in that boy's mind.

You're the only father
that he's ever known.

So, sure, he can
get to know Ted.

Maybe he should.

But you're his dad.

You always will be.

Family's all any of us have.

Maybe you can find a way
to keep his together.

What is this guy doing?

Come on!

Hey!

Move it!

Move the truck!

The drug dealer's

food truck is
across the way.

Move!

There's Holt!

I'm going.

Move it!

Hey, move! Police!

Get out of the way!

Move it! Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Move!

Trevor Holt! Stop!

Get out of the way!
Move, move, move, move, move!

Come on! Move!

Get behind the tree!

Drop it!

Please, don't! Please!
Drop the gun.

No! No! No!
Holt, I said, drop the gun now!

You have to know why
I'm doing this.

I know why you're doing it.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you.
Now drop the gun!

But they all deserve it.
Yeah.

They all deserve to die,
but not like this.

No...!

Aah! Please!

Hey!

You don't drop that gun,

you will die
right here, right now.

You don't
want your wife

to remember you like this.

You don't want my sister
to remember you like this, okay?

You're a good man.

Do me a favor, put it down.

Okay.

That's it.

Tell everyone I'm sorry.

Hey...!

It's over.

Manhattan detectives,
I need a bus at Monroe Park.

One male shot, but alive,
one male DOA on this location.



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