Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 22 - The Bitter End - full transcript

Danny gets a call to go to a project where a gang rules with fear and intimidation. Jamie finds a girl standing on the roof holding her baby, saying she can't stand their lives being ...

Oh, man.

This is it, Reagan.

Welcome to the end.

The end?

The Bitterman Houses,
aka The Bitter End.

That's right. I forgot,
you grew up here.

Yeah, I did 18 years
in that building right there.

Yeah, you say it like
it was a sentence.

Living under gang rule,
it was, and it still is.

Excuse me. We got a report
of a woman and her infant

in distress. You guys heard
anything like that?

Anybody call 911?

Must be part of your
homecoming committee.

They're not gonna
tell you nothing.

Not while you're in the bag.

I don't buy that.
There's good people here.

They can't all
be afraid of cops.

Well, they're not
afraid of cops.

They're afraid
of Los Lordes.

And as long as
this is their turf,

everybody keeps
their mouths shut.

Or else, huh?

Damn straight.

Well, then, it looks
like we're on our own.

You got that right.

Let's start with
your building.

Caller said it sounded
like she was on the roof.

Yeah, home, sweet home.

Some luck
we're having tonight, Cruz.

No one will talk to us,
and the elevators are broken.

Welcome to the Bitter End.

I hate working midnights.

Shh. You hear that?

Come on.

Now, I'm gonna
give you...

Hey, knock it off.

Hey, come on, back up.
What? We ain't doing nothing!

Back up.
We ain't doin' nothin'!

Yeah, he just pulled
his own pants down?

Come on.

We're just messing
with him, all right?

Plus, he likes it.

Are you okay, buddy?

Yeah, I... I'm okay.

Hector? Is that you?

You don't
remember me, do you?

I used to baby-sit you.
My name is Vinny Cruz.

Skinny Vinny.

Yeah, that's right,
Skinny Vinny.

You do remember.

Are you okay?

These guys didn't hurt you?

No. They were just
joking around.

You see? Told you.

Talking to him.

Reagan, watch 'em.

Okay, do me a favor, Hector--
why don't you head home, okay?

Say hi to your mom for me.

Thanks, Skinny Vinny.
All right.

All right, step aside.
Show's over.

Yo no hablo ingles, po-po.

Yeah, or else what?

Back up.

Hey, look, I'm not gonna
say it again, all right?

Step aside.

Right now.

Here's the thing you best start

to understand--
in the Bitter End,

Los Lordes makes the move.

Not no Five-Oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

How's that for a move? Huh?
Back up!

Look, we got a job to do,
and you're obstructing.

So get a move on!

Don't even
think about it.

Yeah, I'm watching you.

That was a close one, Reagan.

Come on,
let's keep going.

Excuse me, Miss Erin.

I thought I wasn't gonna see you
until tomorrow's trial.

Come. Sit.

I am sorry, Miss Erin.

You're not going to testify.

I can't. I want to, but...

muy peligrioso.

Has someone threatened you?

They haven't said a word,

but you get the message.

I understand.

If you think it's
unsafe to testify,

then, by all means,
you shouldn't.

I know all too well how gangs
like Los Lordes operate.

Thank you.

But you need to know that,

without your testimony,
my hands are tied.

My boss won't let me
try the case.

Which means... the men
who mugged you will be released.

You have my card.

If you need anything,

or if you're threatened,
or your grandson is threatened,

you need to call me immediately.

Thank you, Miss Erin.


What's up, Dad?

I was looking
for an explanation,

and I hoped you could help.

The People decline to prosecute.

Get out of jail free cards.

The DA has been dealing these
like it's a game of gin rummy...

...and a lot of solid

arrests are being dismissed
because your boss,

this office,
refuses to try good cases.

It's a complicated issue.

Doing the right thing
may be hard,

but it sure as hell
ain't complicated.

All right.

Hey, police!

Anybody out here?


Don't come any closer.

Ma'am, we don't
want to hurt you.

Go away!

What's your name, ma'am?

What do you care?

my name is Jamie.

This is my partner Vinny.

What's your name?



Well, who's that
you're holding?

What's your baby's name?


Okay, Noni.

Why don't you and Anthony
come a little bit closer,

and we'll just
talk for a minute?

Got nothing to talk about.
It's over.

What's over, Noni?

Someone you had
a fight with?

Your husband,
or your boyfriend?

Ain't no fight.

The game is what the game is.

And ain't nothing gonna change.

Okay, his...
his father's in the game, huh?

He's Los Lordes?

Which makes Anthony Los Lordes.

You born in it,
you die in it.

I'm not gonna let my baby grow
into a monster.

No, you don't...

You don't have to, okay?
Look, Noni,

I grew up here, okay?
I know how you're feeling.

Cop don't know nothing
about how I'm feeling.

Hey, listen,
we want to help you, okay?

We can take you
and Anthony out of here.

There's no getting out.

His daddy won't let us.

We leave, and he comes
hunting us like a dog.

No, that's not gonna happen.

Yeah, it do happen.

Not this time.

This time,
we're getting out for good.


No... no, Noni!

♪ Blue Bloods 3x22 ♪
The Bitter End
Original Air Date on May 3, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Times like this, Reagan,

I wish I'd never
taken the cop test.

Yeah, me, too.

It's gonna be
like pulling teeth

trying to get anybody
to talk around here,

but let's try to get a canvas
going anyway, all right?

Copy that.

I'm gonna go catch up
with my kid brother.


Can you give me a second
with my brother?

How you doing?

Hey. Pretty good, considering.

Look, everything's
swirling around

in your head right now--
the hurt, the anger, the shock.

It's all normal, all right?

If you were okay after seeing
something like that,

that wouldn't be normal.

Yeah. Thanks, Danny.

How's your partner holding up?

He's holding up.

You two lean
on each other, okay?

That's how you get through this.


I'll catch up with you.

Thanks, Danny.


How you holding up?

I'm alive.

You're from around
here, right?

What are you looking at?

What you're gonna find is,
the gang that runs this place--

they got a mute button they can push.

What do they
call themselves?

Los Lordes.

Get out...!

Get out, Five-Oh!

Come on. You all right?


Who the hell is that?

That's the leader of the
Lordes right there.

It's the head
of the snake.

What's he doing?

Showing us who's boss.

It's all right.


You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Morning, Francis.

You didn't sleep well?

Not after a young
woman with her baby

stepped off a
building in my city.

Me, either.

There's no easy solution
to projects like Bitterman.

I'm not looking for easy, Pop.

We're talking
about generations of bad blood

between the community
and the NYPD.

And generations on both sides
who have used that

as an excuse to let it fester,
instead of taking action.

But what action?

Cops aren't missionaries;
they're cops.


Have you talked to Jamie?

He'll be fine.

I'll let you two have the room.

I don't want to fight with you,

but I do want you
to hear the other side.

The other side of right
is wrong.

While I don't entirely agree
with my boss's policy,

I do recognize that it addresses
certain realities.

Like telling poor people
that crimes against them

don't matter as much
as crimes against the rich?

The policy does not target
poor people.

Oh, the hell it doesn't!

Dad, we have finite resources.

If we try to win every case,
we're gonna lose all of 'em.

This isn't about keeping score.
No, it's not!

It's about doing the best we can
with what we have.

And if a victim
refuses to testify,

then we don't stand a chance
in court.

And if they do testify,
they don't have a chance

on the street.


I just realized what I said.

Oh, look at you, Reagan.

With a head as hard as yours,

I'm surprised that bottle
even broke the skin.

Funny. Thanks.

You asked for everything
we got on the jumper Noni.

That's pretty thick.

Well, with her man
being Los Lordes,

odds are she collected
a little dirt herself.

How much dirt?
Uh, nothing too bad

a few possession collars,

discon, resisting.

Not exactly
OG material.

Give me one second.

Yeah, Dad.

How's the noggin?
Well, it took a licking

but keeps on ticking.
Anything I should be worried about?

Well, I spoke to Jamie
at the scene,

but, uh, he's all right;
a little shaken up.

I'm not talking about Jamie.

Well, what are you talking

They hit you with a bottle

and you hit back
with a nuclear missile.

Yeah. I'm fine, Dad.

I'm not gonna
take it too personal,

if that's
what you're talking about.


everything about this Bitterman
thing, I want it by the book.

It would be a terrible waste

if this tragedy served to make

a bad thing worse in there.

Yeah, yeah. I got it.
Got it, Dad.

Check in on your brother.

Yep. Will do.

Noni and Nona. Son of a bitch.

Baez, do me a favor.

Pull the case file on this.

But Noni wasn't even the perp.

She was just a witness.

But, uh, look whose case it was.



A tragic double homicide.

Noni and her sister witnessed
their parents get gunned down.

Noni? That's a very
pretty name, Noni.

Could you tell me
your sister's name?


Nona, I'm Detective Reagan.

I bet you're pretty scared,
aren't you?


I don't blame you.

You guys want
to see something cool?

This is my detective

Go ahead.
You can hold onto it.

Now, in most places,
they'd call that a badge.

But in New York,
we call it a shield.

You know why?

Because a shield
is used

to protect people.

And that's my job,
to protect you.

Would you guys like it
if I helped to protect you?

Yeah? Okay.

Well, then that's
what I'll do.

You got something

for us, Sarge?
Yeah, close the door.

The baby's father?

How'd you get this?
Call it an old friend

from my Bitter End days.

I'm surprised
someone came forward.

There's a lot of good people
living there

who'd like nothing more to run
these animals out of town.

They're scared, that's all.

Ricky Krepps.

And guess where he lives.

Bitterman Houses?

Yeah, but I doubt
you're gonna find him there.

Says who?
Says me.

News travels fast at the End.

My guess is he stays underground
until the heat dies down.


But he pops up to bury his son.

Noni and Anthony's wake
is today.

Even Al Capone
shows up for that, Sarge.

Yeah, maybe, Detective,
but you show up there,

you're gonna be made quicker
than Casper the Ghost.

Yeah, I might.

But my partner won't.

Look, I'm not trying
to single out the DA's Office.

Just about every agency
and department in this city

is complicit
in passing the buck

where the Bitterman Houses
are concerned.

Including this one.

So what do we do?

Take a sledgehammer

to your boss's policy
would be a start.

You're taking this to the mayor.
I am.

You can't.
Why not?

It's everybody's lead st...
Oh, sorry. I'll come back.

No, please.

My daughter was channeling you.

How so?

I told him that he can't
just bulldoze the mayor

about the DA.

Excellent advice.

We need someone just
to whisper in his ear.

Make the mayor think
it's his idea and not yours.

I can count my friends
in City Hall on one hand.

Grace Newhouse.

You two friends?

Good enough.

The Public Advocate
has no sway with the mayor.

This one does.
Yeah, she's raised

a lot of Upper East Side money
for him

and has strong ties in Albany.

I like it a lot.

Well, that's because
great minds think alike.

How you doing in there, Reagan?

I'm great.

Not even slightly
creeped out yet.

You got eyes on Ricky?

Negative unit.

It's packed in here.

I don't see him yet.

I got eyes on the sister Nona.
She's surrounded

by Los Lordes and Santana.

But no sign of Ricky.

Here we go--
she's on the move,

headed your way.



Look, I'm not here to cause
any trouble, all right?

I just want to talk to you.

Out of my way.

Hear me out, all right?

What do you want?
I want your help.

I don't help no Five-Oh.

Look, we're not strangers, okay?

We've met before, Nona.

Ain't never seen you in my life.

It was a long time ago, but
I was with you and your sister

the day your parents passed.

Sorry. I don't remember nothing
about that day.

Do you know what your sister
said right before she jumped?

She said that
her baby's father, Ricky,

was not gonna let her out
of the life.

That she didn't want her baby to
grow up to be like that animal.

Now, I know
he's out there somewhere,

and you may not want to talk
to him about what he said,

but I do.

All I'm asking is that you just
point him out to me, okay?

I told you.

I don't help no cops.

Hey, your sister is dead.

Your nephew is dead.

Don't you think somebody
should answer for that?

Don't you think Ricky
should answer for that?

Anthony is dead
'cause his selfish mother

gave him no choice.

Noni jumped off that building
'cause she was a basket case.

Has been ever since the day
my parents got blasted,

November 7, 2000.

The day you say
you don't remember.

I remember.

I remember everything.

Even the detective who said
he was gonna protect us.

She's on the move, partner.

Are we a go?
Did you get anything?

No. I got nothing.

Hang on. She's with Santana.

And they ain't just friends.

They're friends with benefits.

Hold on. She's his girl?


What's happening now?

Probably telling him there's
some creep in with the caskets.

I'd get a move on.

I'm way ahead of you, partner.

Wait a minute.
I got him, Reagan.

Santana just found
Ricky for us.

Where is he?

Getting the hell out of here.

I'm on it.

Cops! Cops! You heard?

Five-Oh right behind me!



Move it! Move!


Hey, Danny!


Go! Go!

What the hell are you
even doing here, kid?

I thought you might
need some backup.

Well, you thought wrong.

Are you even on duty?

You want me to pull over?
No, I don't want you

to pull over! I want you to stay
on his ass!

Just try doing it
All right then!

without killing anyone.
I'm on it.


Come on.
I got it. I got it.

Cut through the gas station!

Cut him off!
Hit him! Hit him!

Hands behind your back.

You're welcome.

I'll be sure to let
the old man know

you're doing just fine.

When Erin called to
arrange this meeting,

I had to check
my calendar.

I was certain it must
be April Fools' Day.

Well, I appreciate you
making yourself available.

Of course.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I only wish

you'd let me pick the place.

My treat, my choice.

In exchange for...?

Some polish, some savvy,

some of what you were
named for: some grace.

With our mayor?

Yes, with our mayor.

With you

on my side in an issue
that goes to the very core

of the office you hold:

advocating for the public.

That does get lost
in the day-to-day.

A lot of things do...
that shouldn't.

The DA has his reasons
for demanding that arrests

come with the full
cooperation of the victim.

I've heard them all.

They don't add up
to good policy,

just good economics.

And he's not
running a factory.

I agree with you.

You do?


But that's a lot
of political capital

you're asking me to spend.

I don't really know
those metrics.

I do.

Is there something I can do

for the Public
Advocate's Office?

Only if...

the public advocate decides

to run for higher office.

Could I count you as a friend?

Do you like to go
midnight bluefishing?

'Cause that's the kind of thing

me and my friends go in for.

I'd heard you're
very good at this.

This what?

It's a bit of a hustle,

this whole
salt-of-the-earth thing.

Maybe. But by now,

me and the hustle
are one and the same.

Let me spell it out for you...

Let me take a whack.

When it's your turn
to run for mayor,

an endorsement in your pocket

from the high-polling
police commissioner

would go a long way.

Before you go any further,
I'd like to remind you

you called looking
for my help,

not the other way around.

Right you are.

Will you help?

I'll consider everything
that's on the table.

How you doing, Ricky?

Bite me.

You may not be know this,

but I'm not exactly known

for being the nicest
guy on the block.

I ain't too friendly myself.

Yeah, I figured that.

I mean, you did walk your girl

and your baby boy
right off the roof a building.

Hey, I ain't got nothing
to do with that.

And you got nothing on me, so what's up?
Well, actually,

I got you for reckless driving,
blowing two stop signs

and resisting arrest.

All right, so give me my DAT

and let me walk
through that door.

You think you're gonna march
a girl and a baby

off the roof of a building
and then just walk out of here

with a desk
appearance ticket?

Noni stepped off
that ledge herself

'cause she whacked in the head.

That ain't on me.

And she was whacked in the head

because she got
involved with you.

And she wanted
out of the life,

but you said no.

That's why she jumped.

So, guess what?

This is on you.

Come on, son.

You really think this is

my first time
in the box with police?

Now, either you

put up and charge
me with something,

or shut up and watch me
walk through that door.

You got me.

You called my bluff.

Well, I guess
we'll get you out of here.

Though you do understand,
if I walk you out

that door, and you leave here,

it will be with the full weight
of the NYPD coming down on you.

And how do you think
your drug business

is gonna work
with 30,000 cops

looking to give you
a colonoscopy, huh?


What do you want?

Well, the way I see it,
you got two choices.

Either you can give me Santana

and the entire Los Lordes
drug operation--

and I mean everything:

stash houses, shipments,
informants, the whole nine...

Or what?

Or we can begin the rectal exam.

And I'm not gonna stop
till I get to your tonsils.

And then I'll pin 20 on you.

I'd rather take 20 from you

than a death sentence
from Santana all day long.


By the way...


is the last thing your baby

left on this earth.

Now, you can stay quiet

and nothing changes
in the Bitter End.

Or you can
cooperate, Ricky.

And maybe, just maybe,

that would mean
that your baby boy,

he didn't die for nothing.

Frank, I appreciate
your concerns,

but the district attorney
does not work for me.

He does listen to you.

About as much as you do.

Mr. Mayor, if you came to me

with a matter this important,

you know I'd do a hell
of a lot more

than just listen.

Frank, I cannot speak up
every time I disagree

with an elected official's
position on an issue.

What is happening
at the Bitterman Houses

has gone on long enough.

Overturning this policy

will signal to that community

that you're taking the first
step in the right direction.

And I'm quite sure
the district attorney

has a very good reason for
implementing this policy.

Oh, sure he does--
a higher winning percentage

would be good for his career.

Okay, Frank, listen to me...



At least talk to some
of the people in your circle.

I have.

Even our own public advocate
agrees with me.

So you've spoken
to Grace Newhouse?

She was here first thing
this morning, Frank.

Can't you just drink coffee

like a normal person?

Normal's overrated.

So is coffee.

That stuff has ox bile in it,
do you know that?

You're supposed
to be watching the door,

not watching me.

I've been watching.

There's nothing but dirtbags
walking into a bar.

Yeah, well, they're
selling a lot more

than booze in that bar.

Santana runs his whole
operation out of that place.

We keep watching,

we'll see
something unusual.

Wait a second...

Look who's coming out.

Yeah, and what's she
carrying in that bag?

That's Santana's car.

Maybe's she's going
to make a drop.

Or she's going to the gym.

Let's find out.

Son of a bitch.

We've been set up.

Yeah, we have.

Damn it.

That's far enough.

I said it's far enough!

Hang back, partner.

It's funny running into you
here, detectives.

What, this supposed to scare me?


Not at all,
Detective Reagan.

It's meant to educate you.

So, you want I should
take out my notebook and pencil?

No, better you commit
this to memory.

Los Lordes, we run things
around here in the Bitter End.

That's the way it is,
that's the way it's been,

and that's the way
it's gonna stay.


I got some bad news for you.

The times they
are a-changing.

Well, if you insist,

but you and I both know
how hard change can be...

on everyone.

You're threatening me?

No,I'm appealing
to your better senses.


Look, you hate Los Lordes
for what we do.

You ever consider
what we don't do?

I know you don't do
anything worth a damn.

Ours is a growth industry.

But do you see us expanding

into other territories?


We restrict our business
to the Bitter End.

All right, and it's not because
we don't see those other opportunities.

Because we're not greedy.

'Cause we're not stupid.

And because we respect the NYPD.

See, and all we're asking for

in return is that
you do the same.

I could do a lot of
things to you, Santana.

Respecting you--
it's not on the list.

So, it's war that you want?


I want peace for
the good people

of the Bitterman Houses.

If I got to step on your throat
to get that peace, so be it.

Last warning, Detective.

You need to back off.

Backing off is not in my nature.

Final answer.

Then war it is.

I swear to God, Mom, it's true.

Wait-- can you
not swear to God

when we're talking
about a priest, please?

Is that right?

I don't know, actually,
but it sounds right.

I've been keeping
score in my head.

Every Sunday
since Christmas,

when I started,

the homily boils down
to one sentence--

"Go from here
and treat everybody better."

Do you agree, Dad?

Whatever it is, I agree.

- Dad...
- Okay.

With what?

Nicky's saying
that every homily

boils down to:
"Go and treat

everyone better."

Yeah, until they want

an extra collection.

Then they just make a pitch
for extra ka-ching.

Yeah, but you think
about it, even that's about

treating people better--
people who have less.

That's the most
important message,

and if more people
took it to heart,

the world would be
a better place.

Boys, dinner.

But in His infinite wisdom,
He gave us obstacles

so we wouldn't walk around
like saints all the time.


Like the Bitterman
Housing Projects.

We all have a hand in that.

So, what are we missing here?

Uncle Jamie?

He took an extra tour.


Good eye, Pop.

Who's turn is it?


Jack, you're up.


Hang-hang on.



Bless us, O Lord,
and these Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive
from Thy bounty,

through Christ our Lord, Amen.


Hey, Vinny, we need backup
to go in there-- hold up!

I got him, Reagan!
I got him!

12-George requesting
a 10-85 forthwith.

In a pursuit of a male Hispanic

heading into the Bitter...
Bitterman Houses.

We need backup.

Stop! Police!

Where the hell he go?

Where is everybody?

Vinny, it's a set-up.
Come on.

Vinny! Vinny!

10-13! 10-13!

Officer's been shot!
Bitterman Houses!

Main quad!

Vinny, get up.

Get up, man.
Get up, come on.

Come on, get up. Get up.

Come on.

Okay... all right, got you.

I got you.
All right, I got you.

Hey, hey, Vinny.

Okay, okay, all right...
Okay, hey...

hey, you're gonna be okay.

Hey, look at me.
Hey, look at me, Vinny.

You're okay, all right?

Hey... hey, don't
go anywhere, okay?

Stay right here with me, okay?
Fight! Come on, fight!

Hey, Vinny, come on.
Hey, stop smiling.

Hey, look at me, man.

Come on, look at me.
It's okay.

It's okay, Reagan.

I told you.

I told you this is the end.


It's the end.

It's okay.




Your detail will take you out
to Officer Cruz's family

directly after
your press conference.

Jamie will want to be there.

I'll talk to his CO.

The paperwork
for Vinny's posthumous promotion

to Detective First Grade.

the mayor just arrived.

I put him in your office.

Take a deep breath
before you say anything.

Frank, I am so very sorry
for your loss.

It's our loss.

They all are.


Are you here
to join me at the podium?

No. No.

But this is more

than the coldblooded murder
of a police officer.

It's also the latest
in a long line of tragedies

at the Bitterman Houses
and projects just like it.

With all due respect, sir,
I don't have a script of my own,

and I don't want one
from you today.

I don't have a script.

Just this.

It's from the DA.

His unofficial policy's
officially ended.

Thank you.

I know this may be
too little, too late.


We need all the help
we can get.

Police Officer Vincent Cruz
was killed in the line of duty

in the Bitterman
Housing Projects

where he was born.

I knew Vinny.

He was my son's partner,

he was a member of our family,

as well as the NYPD family.

And the loss
we feel today...

is immense.

That loss has
to serve a purpose.

Officer Cruz must not
have died in vain.

Nor should the young woman
from the Bitterman Houses,

Noni Palmeira,

whose despair was so great

that she took her own life

and that of her baby boy.

So I am making
a call to arms

in their memory.

We will find
Officer Cruz's killer

and bring him to justice.

But we must also find a way

to win the trust of the good,
hardworking people

who have lived too long

under the tyranny
of a criminal few.

You have a right to safety

and security

in your homes, your streets,
your playgrounds.

But you cannot gain that

without our help,

and we cannot provide it

without yours.

Time to educate you, Santana.

This is my game.

You touch one of us,
we come back 35,000 deep.

And we will liberate
the Bitter End.

And yes, you can take that
as a threat.

Pick up that coffee cup.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==