Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Secrets and Lies - full transcript

Danny is investigating the shooting of a man who's an ex-con, and there's a lot of people who wants to see him dead. The man dies in the hospital and he asks for a priest to give him the last rites. Danny learns of this and asks the priest to tell him what the man said but the priest refuses to say anything. A known criminal lawyer Frank knows gives him some information but Frank is not sure if he should believe the lawyer. And Henry is mugged and Jamie is determined to find the one who mugged him.

Morning, Francis.

Is it?

Where are you going?

What, you think I got
nothing better to do

than to sit around here all day?

I'm having lunch at
Sartello's with Tim Kincaid.

He didn't get enough of you
when he was mayor?

I remind him of the glory days.

Well, when Mayor Poole
leaves office,

I'll be the last one
he wants to have lunch with.

Well, I tell better jokes
than you do.

Here, take my
Sartello's card.

No, thanks.

Sartello's is cash only.

I know that.

And I got it.


This massage parlor--

it's a legit place of business?

As far as I know.

How's the vic?

Not likely.

Uh, where'd they take him?

St. Victor's.

Okay, so we got
three shots fired,

but you only got
two shell casings.

Where's the third?

Hey, well, what do
you know--

there's a third
shell casing.

Make sure you get that.
Any witnesses?

Just the lady
your partner's talking to.

Good. Thanks.

Did you get a look
at the shooter?


Can you describe
what he was wearing?

She doesn't know.

What else did she say?

That even she could remember
what he was wearing

or what he looked like,

she wouldn't tell you.

She thinks all cops
are corrupt.

That helping you might
bring her bad luck.

Well, you tell her for me
that it is a pleasure

dealing with such an upstanding
member of society.


Any luck?
She's not cooperating.

Ah, she doesn't trust cops.


Guy's laying down,

shooter busts in the door,
starts blasting,

turns around, walks away.

What do we know
about the victim?

Uh, the victim is
Michael Reade, 32;

he owns a car
dealership in Queens.

Three shots-- one to
the side, two in the back.

Does he have a history?

Yeah, he was busted for
possession five years ago,

but he skated because the
ADA made a deal with him

in exchange for testifying
against some heavy hitters.

Who'd you speak to
in the D.A.'s office?

My sister.

Is there any aspect
of public service

you Reagans are
not involved in?

Too many crooks in that.



What do you mean, move?

Hey, that's my money, punk!

I will shoot your ass.

Come on.

Our numbers are down
across the board,

except for grand larceny
of cell phones.

That's going backwards.


I want a new strategy...
Excuse me.

And I want it on my desk

by the end of the day.

There's only a few people
who can walk into this office

unannounced, at will.

Could it be you're starting
to take advantage of that?

What's wrong?

♪ Blue Bloods 3x09 ♪
Secrets and Lies
Original Air Date on December 7, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Okay, how about
the eyes?

Nah, they're closer together.

Okay. Closer.

Here you go, Grandpa.

You have to keep
the ice pack on your head.

I don't know why you just don't
go back to work.

I could have gone down

to One Police Plaza
instead of bringing

this fellow
all the way up here.

Okay, well, I think Dad thought
you might prefer to do it...

I would prefer if people
didn't keep treating me

with kid gloves.

Okay. Now, how about the nose?


Grandpa, hey.
Are you okay?

Of course I'm okay.
I'm sitting here, aren't I?

Yeah, I guess that
answers my question.

No, the nostrils

are wider than that.

I'm just ticked off

because I didn't get a chance
to use my own gun.

Just for the record,

ankle holsters suck.

Thanks, Detective.

No problem.

How about now?

Closer, but the hair is longer.

He didn't even
get checked out?

Do you want to try
convincing him?

What if he's got
internal injuries or something?

Okay, well, I put a call in
to the doctor,

but I am doing the best I can.

When I got that call from Dad,

the first thing
that I thought about...

I know, I know,
but he's clearly okay.

He's a little rattled.

Yeah, well,
he's not the only one.

- Pop?
- In here.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But I'm not going
to the hospital.

I know what you're going to say.

"Why didn't you just let
the little punk take your money?

"Why'd you have to fight back?

Why didn't you just
let the PD handle it?"

Actually, that's not
what I was going to say.

You're thickheaded,
Irish and a war vet.

It's in your DNA to fight back.

What I was going to say was:
How's the other guy?


I put in a call to the hospital.

Vic's in surgery--
no family, no visitors yet.

What is that?


It's good for the
immune system.

Smells like air freshener.

What do you got?

Crime scene lifted partial
prints off the shell casing,

but there isn't enough
to match anything.

The gun was a
nine millimeter.

So we know the perp was a male

who used a nine millimeter.

That narrows things down.
You get anything else?

Yes. He has a business partner--
Adrian Baez.

They own the car dealership

And it looks like that
was his last call.


Do you want some?

Oh. No, thank you.

Uh, any priors on this guy?

Possession, assault,
nothing recent.

But two ex-cons
sharing profits,

that's enough motive for me.

Okay, we'll start
with the partner.

They usually know
all the secrets anyway.

I don't know your secrets.

I never eat or drink anything
I can't pronounce.

I told you,
he took today off.

Was that unusual?
Not really.

He'd take a day
here and there.

Did he have any problems
with anyone?

Not that I'm
aware of.

Exactly, uh... Hold on.

How did you and Michael Reade
come to hook up?

We met in Rikers.

Uh-huh. Let me guess--
you bonded over the fact

that you were both innocent?

My personal philosophy

is that no one is
innocent, Detective.

Right. So two
ex-cons hook up

in prison, get out of the joint,

and you open up
a business like this.

How exactly does that happen?
The usual way.

We pooled our money
and we started out small.

He does the
business side,

and I'm the people person.

But you two had a falling out.

If you're asking did I kill him,
the answer is no.

Where were you today
at 2:00 p.m.?

Right here.

Closing a deal on a cherry,
low-mileage Explorer.

Do you know anyone

who had a beef
with Michael?

Anybody who wanted him dead?

Anybody he was fighting with?

Well, he was going
through a divorce.

And not a, uh--
what do they call it?--

um, amicable one.

Detective Reagan.

This is my partner,
Detective Lansing.

What do you want?

We're here to talk to you about
your husband, Michael Reade.


Your ex-husband.

Why? Is he in trouble again?


About a year after
we got married,

he got busted
for selling pot and coke.

Then he ended up testifying
against our friends

in exchange for a deal.

Any of those

hold a grudge against
your husband?

Oh, ex-husband.

How would I know?

They stopped talking
to both of us after that.

Then, when he got
out of prison,

he found religion.

Couldn't stop trying
to save me.

What's with all
the questions?

What did he do?

Your ex-husband
was shot earlier today.

Is he dead?

No, he's in the hospital,
in critical condition.


It's about time

someone tried to kill
that son of a bitch.

Hope he dies.

Tony did this to me.

Tony who?

He wants to kill me.

Excuse me.

This patient has asked
for last rites.

I'm sorry, Father.

Come on, Frank.
You got to trust me now.

Why is it, Angelo,
when you say "trust me,"

I always want
to check my wallet?

Frank, come on.

You know me.

I don't have to tell you
how many clients I've gotten off

or how many Harvard grads
I wiped the floor with.

But you? Come on.

I would never mess
with the only PC

who actually grew up
in Brooklyn,

who I played stickball
in the street with.

That was a million years ago.


Every kid from Bensonhurst

either became a cop
or a criminal, right?

I always thought
you'd be mayor.

You know me, I always went
where the money was.

Besides, come on, you deal with
more crooks in city politics

than I ever will.

Well, difference is, I
get to put them away.

Frank, we've always been
up front with each other.

I'm up front.

Looking out
for your best interest.

You're looking for an
angle for your client.

This is no angle.

All right?

This is for me. For me.

It's a freebie.


From a wiseguy doing
life in Sing Sing?

It happens.

Why are you looking
a gift horse in the mouth?

Could be a
Trojan horse.

How do I know
it's not a setup?

Because if it was,
you know where to find me.

And you can be more dangerous
than the guys I represent.

You got the toughest mob
in the world, Frank.

You're the law.

Right this way.

I'll catch up. Dad.


My daughter in
a cigar bar.

I'm meeting Judge Pearlman
to sign a warrant.

Judge Pearlman.

He would sign anything
for a box of Robustos.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm familiar
with your work, Mr. Gallo.

Erin Reagan.


Listen, uh,
I have a client to meet.

Frank, think about
what I said, okay?


What are you doing, Dad?

Trying to figure out how I
got stuck with the check.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

The police commissioner
having lunch

with the most famous
mob lawyer in the world?

What is that about?

Well, I may not
be a cop anymore,

but I still have
friends in low places.



Oh, this is, uh,
my new partner.

Kate Lansing.


Hi, I'm-I'm Kate.

So nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

You, uh, got any word
on Michael Reade?


He died.

Did he say anything to anyone
about what happened?

Um... no.

Danny, could I talk to you
for a minute?

Yeah, um...

Excuse me.

She's cute.

Yeah, if you go
for that type.

What is it?

Listen, before he died
Reade talked to a priest.


This Father Quinn
from St. Angelus.

I heard Reade say

something to the priest.

What was it?

It was private, Danny,
I wasn't supposed to hear.

Well, did he
say something

that could help
me with my case?

Well, it doesn't involve
his medical history,

so there's no patient
confidentiality issues,

but it was
his last confession, Danny.

Well, I know
what that means,

but do you want to protect
this guy's privacy

or do you want to help me
find his killer, babe?

Reade told the priest
that Tony was the killer.

Tony-- did he, did
he say a last name?

Not that I heard.

He just said Tony.

Okay, thank you.

Make sure to say
a prayer to St. Michael.

He has a soft spot
for you guys.

I'm not so sure
about that.

He was out to lunch last
few times I called on him.

Detective Reagan,
I'm Father Quinn.

What can I do for you?

I understand

you went to, uh, visit
Michael Reade this morning.

I gave Michael Reade last
rites and a final confession.


and he gave you the first
name of the guy who shot him.

Who told you that?

So it's true?

Confession is between
a priest and confessor.

Yeah, I understand

the sanctity of the
confessional, Father.

I'm just trying to get
the guy's last name.

I can't help you with that.

You mean you won't
help me with that.

My job was to listen
and to forgive.


and my job is to get a
killer off the streets.

Not for nothing,
the guy is dead.

What does it matter if you
tell me what he said to you?

I am protecting the seal

of the confessional,
Detective Reagan.

And if you
don't cooperate,

you're also
protecting a killer.

I'm afraid it's not
that simple.

We arrested Michael Reade on
drug charges four years ago.

He flipped right away,

he testified against a
bunch of drug dealers.

To be honest with you,

I think he was relieved to
get out of the business.

How so?

He went to Hudson
Correctional, he got his GED,

he was a peer counselor,
and then, when he got out,

he opened up
that car dealership.

What about the guys
he testified against?

Any of them out yet?

One died, one still
in prison, and one released.

Okay, any of them named Tony?

Anthony Kasper.

Got paroled
around six months ago.

File shows him working
as a telemarketer.

I have an address.

Great, thanks.

How is Gramps doing, by the way?

When I left him,
he was just going on and on

about all the things that he
could have done differently.

Right, so, in other words,
he's doing fine.

He's fine.

I'm just a little...
A little upset.

Pissed off.


This guy is targeting
old people.

I just wish I could...

You wish you could
turn into Supergirl

and just put the
entire family

inside your little force
field and keep 'em safe.

Actually it was
a time warp belt.


Thanks for the address.

See you.

Okay, his last hit was yesterday
at 1545 hours

when he robbed his victim at
the Manhattan Mutual Bank ATM

at 82 Fifth Avenue.

The victim is Henry Reagan;
he's one of our own.

He's not only
a retired cop

and also a former PC
of the department,

but he's also the grandfather
of Officer Reagan.

But, because he's
a retired cop,

we got a detailed
description on the guy.

Here, Cruz, make yourself
useful and hand these out.

This is a surveillance tape
of the attack.

- What?
- Move.

What do you mean?

Hey, that's my money, punk.

I will shoot your ass.

You son of a...

You son of a...

Come on.

Capturing this guy
is our number one priority.

Perp is armed--
looks like a .45--

and as you can see in the video,

he's escalated the violence
on his victims.

Hit the street.

Anthony Kasper.

So you and Michael Reade
were friends, huh?

Oh, we weren't friends;

we just sold drugs
together back in the day.

Oh, right,
back before he ratted you out.

That's how you
cops work, right?

Whoever cooperates
first wins?

Not exactly.

Mikey got the best deal.

and I bet that pissed
you off, didn't it?

Sure it did.

So much so that

you probably went
looking for revenge.

I'm all about positive
energy these days.

Where were you yesterday
at 2:00 p.m.?

With a client.

I'm a phone psychic.

A phone psychic?

Look at my hands.

They're soft.


Put your hands away.

That's what I try to bring
into the world now-- softness.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Don't be a hater.

So you were on the phone
with a client.

Cindy from Mamaroneck.

Having guy trouble.

Going out with this
guy for five years.

She wanted to know if he
was going to marry her.

Doesn't take a psychic to
see where that's headed.

Anyone who can vouch
for where you were?

My boss.

The company is Psychic Light

out of Williamsburg.

I'm their most requested reader.

Can you think
of anybody else

who would want
Michael Reade dead?

Last I heard, he was
a used car salesman.

Job like that,
probably people lining up.

Okay, you know what?

If you get any more
of your, uh, premonitions,

why don't you do me a favor
and give us a call?


John Spolarno-- head of
the Spolarno crime family--

he's the target.

Soldiers from the Rulanti
crime family are planning

on hitting Spolarno
as he exits the restaurant.

The Rulanti family has been on
our radar for two years now.

And the feud between these
two families goes back

at least ten years,

and we've never been
close to a takedown

until today.

Usually they'll
use a .22 or .38--

no splatter, easily disposable--

so, in all likelihood,
this is a walk-up.

We'll have four ESU

inside the dry
cleaners next door,

two inside the florist
across the street,

and two nondescript vehicles--
one here, one here.

We also have

undercover in
the restaurant,

so, as soon as Spolarno
starts for the door,

they'll give
us the signal.

We're going to need
to establish a perimeter

so we know
who's entering and exiting

the front and back
of the building.

TARU is standing by
with a direct feed to our van,

which is parked here,

from the pole cameras set up
on the two corners.

I want to reiterate that the
only people who know about this

are sitting at this table.

And it is mandatory

that no one know the information
about this hit

originated from
this office.

What information?

Once this goes down, the
press will be all over it.

No one-- I repeat no one--
makes any comment

unless it goes
through this office first.

Lastly, this thing

could turn out to be a setup.

Keep that in mind
moving forward.

Be careful.

I have a question.

You're the Police Commissioner
of New York City.

So, do you want to tell me how
you know about a hit going down

that no one else does?


No what?

No, I don't want to tell you.

It's time
for our meal, man.

You want to grab
a sandwich?

No, I'll pass.

Hey, I get that you really
want to get this guy, I do,

but we passed these banks at
least a half a dozen times

already today.
I need a break, man.

12-David show us,
uh, 63.

Copy that, 12-David.

Yeah, right here's good.

You sure you don't
want a sandwich?

Yeah, I'm sure.

All right.

12-Edward, you've got
a 10-30 at the ATM at 2997 Madison.

Come on.

Hey, come on!

12-Edward, you've got a 10-30

at the ATM at 2997 Madison.

Hey. What happened?
What happened?

She got mugged.
The guy had a gun.

Okay, you hold on, ma'am.

I'm gonna get you
some help, okay?

Anybody see him?
Yeah, yeah,

black hoodie and jeans.
He ran down that way.

Okay. Hey, call a bus!

Call a bus!


Police! Freeze!




Shield 97651 to 12-David direct.

Shield 97651
to 12-David direct!


Shield 97651 to 12-David direct!

Hey, stop!

Police, don't move!




I don't want
to die!


I'm gonna fall!


I'm slipping!


Please! Help!





How does it feel
to be the victim, huh?

I'm sorry!

Sorry! Pull me up!

I'm sorry!

Please, I'm sorry!

Please, just...
pull me up!



Get off me.

Get off me.

Get off me.

On your stomach.
Hands behind your back.

You were gonna...
you were gonna let me fall.

But I didn't.

12-David to Shield 97651.

Go ahead, 12-David.

I'm at 1100 Broadway.
I have one under.

I repeat, I'm at 1100 Broadway.
I have one under.

Copy that.
All right, let's go. Get up.

You son of a bitch.
Get up!

With no radio contact

Not to Central
or his partner.

For how long?
20 minutes, sir.

And how did his
C.O. handle it?

He's gotten a command discipline

with a three-day suspension.

Hi, Dad.

Well, by all means,
make yourself at home.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Getting to be a habit.

We can finish up later.

You have your official face on.

So what's my surprise?

Four organized crime members
of the Rulanti family

were arrested today
for the attempted murder

of the head of the
Spolarno family.


And not one of the arresting
officers was able to tell me

where the tip came from.

Maybe they didn't know.

Did it come from you?

Is that why you were
having lunch with Gallo?

That's part of my job.

So keeping secrets
is part of your job?

I'm gonna be prosecuting
this case.

I need to know.


Just this once,

ask me everything,

but it can't leave this room.

The real reason
for the meeting with Gallo.

His client is Carlos Antonari.

He asked Gallo to relay the
information about the hit to me.

Why you?

I've always been fair with him.

He's helped me with some cases
over the years.

Did he ask for something
in exchange?

He didn't ask
for anything,

but I did a little digging.

Beware of wise guys
bearing gifts.

One of the men arrested
was a 19-year-old,

Anthony Amico.

The driver.
Gallo is listed as his counsel.

He's Antonari's son.

Changed his name.

Why would he give a tip that
would have his own son arrested?

My guess...

in order to save him.

Reade knew his killer.

He was able
to identify him by name.

How many Tonys did
he have in his phone?


Four. Any of them
have records?


But the wife's
alibi checked out.

She could have
hired someone.

Well, it definitely feels more
professional than personal.

Maybe he's back
in the drug business,

using his car dealership
as a front.

We could

subpoena his business records,
see what comes out.

I don't think we have enough
for a search warrant.

Excuse me. Hey.


Father Quinn has been shot.

You know,
you're a lucky man, Father.

The bullet missed your femoral
artery by about an inch,

and if it hadn't,
you'd be dead.

Maybe someone up there
is looking out for me.

Yeah, well, someone down
here is trying to

look out for you, too--

So I'm gonna ask you
one last time,

do you know
who did this to you?

Okay, do you know
why they did it to you?

Look, what are you
protecting now?

Just tell me.

I'm sorry. I can't.

No, you can but you won't.

You're making it very difficult
for me to help you here.

I know.

And I appreciate the effort
you make, Detective Reagan.

You're a good cop.

I'm a good cop.

Then why don't you
let me help you?

You know what? Suit yourself.


I can't get this priest to talk.

He's not cooperating.
We got nothing.

Well, crime scene
found fingerprints

on the shell casing
at the rectory,

and they match the partial
prints from the Reade murder.

Great. Did you run it?

they belong to Emilio Flores.
He's here on a work visa.

Let's introduce him
to our legal system.

Hey, what happened
out there?

You left your partner,

you didn't even answer up
on the radio.

Yeah, I know.

You didn't even
wait for backup.

You could've gotten Cruz
jammed up big-time.

And believe me, he tried
to cover your ass, but...

you didn't even tell him
where you were going.


As it is, the C.O.
is giving you a rip.

Three days suspension.

Fine, whatever.

That's all you got to say?

What do you want me
to say, Sarge?

I want you to explain
to me how a cop

who always goes
by the book

suddenly decides
to go off on his own

without telling anyone
where he's going

in order to settle
a personal vendetta?

I did my job today!
You were reckless!

I got the guy! If I had
to do it over again,

I would do the exact same thing!

This guy was hanging off
the side of the building, Sarge,

this guy who hit my grandfather,

a man who's done nothing but
help people his entire life.

And God help me,
I came this close

to letting him take a nosedive.

And part of me is still wishing
I hadn't reeled him in.


I got the guy.

Mr. Flores...

you got a visa to come over here
and work at a car dealership

owned by Michael Reade
and Adrian Baez.

Yet, in the five years
you've been here,

you've not sold
a single car.

You want to tell us
what it is you really do?

Just to let you know,

I've advised my client
not to answer questions.

And just to let you know,

we're charging your
client with murder two

and attempted murder--
you know what that means?

About 25 years to life.

Is that true?
He's just trying to scare you.

- Well, it's working...
- Now, it could be that there are

mitigating circumstances
that would make these charges

less for you, but we need
to hear what that is.

Okay, it's up to the D.A.
what the final charges are,

- not the detectives.
- You want to trust her?

You can go ahead,
but we have your fingerprints

on shell casings that link you
to the murder of Michael Reade

and the attempted murder
of Father Quinn.

Yeah, and how
many jurors

do you think
are gonna sympathize

with a guy
who shot a priest?

Look, he told me to
kill the priest,

but I couldn't do it. That's why
I just shot him in the leg.

Mr. Flores, just
stop right now.

You're incriminating yourself.

She is not the one looking
at 25 years to life, Mr. Flores.

Mr. Flores?
Okay, Mr. Flores?

Just shut up!


Who was it
that wanted you to kill him?

It was the same guy
that hired me to kill Reade.


His business partner,
Tony Baez.

You mean Adrian Baez?

When he first came to this
country he wrote, "To N.Y."

on all his luggage,
so he became Tony.

I mean, to his close friends.

Everybody else was just
too scared to joke with him.

Okay, so,
why did he want Reade dead?

Okay, look, detectives,

my client is handing you
Mr. Baez on a silver platter.

You need to give him
something in return.

We don't need to do
a damn thing except listen

to what he has to say.
Keep talking.

Okay, don't keep talking.


Reade was killed
because he found out

Baez was running guns
through the dealership.

He said he'd go to the
cops if he didn't stop.

Hold on. Baez was running guns?

Virginia and Pennsylvania.

In the cars?

They're all trapped out.

When's the next shipment
of guns?



You do the right thing here,

I promise I'll put in
a good word with the D.A.

There's a shipment
coming in tomorrow.

That was nice work
you did the other day, Jamie,

arresting the guy
who robbed Grandpa.

It was something, all right.

Congratulations, Uncle Jamie.
Thanks, bud.

Did he have a gun?

Yeah, he had a gun.


And I've got the bruises
to prove it.

Well, I saw

the surveillance
video, Gramps.

You got in a pretty good
right hook yourself.


Is he going
to do a lot of time?

Well, he's got
a long record.

I'm guessing
five to 15.

You made sure I get to testify?

You are going
to be my star witness.

And I don't have to worry
about you backing down

or getting intimidated.

No, but you might
have to worry

about Gramps
intimidating the perp.

Ooh, I wish I could have

got a clean shot at him.

I think somebody already did.

I'll clear.

Hey, cowboy.

C.O. gave me three days.

I'll gladly take that
for doing what I did.

I would have given you a week.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking I'd get the guy

who went after my grandfather.

That's what I was thinking.

But you're a New York City cop.

You don't get
to go medieval on anybody.

I don't see you getting
on Danny's case

when he bends the rules.

How would you know?

I admit
that I should have radioed in,

but if I hadn't gone
after that guy,

he would have gotten away.

Would he now?

I saw an opportunity,
and I took it.

Now I'm being punished
for getting justice.

You weren't looking for justice.

You were looking for vengeance.

I think you know the difference.

We got an eyeball
on the car lot.

Let us know ASAP
when you got a visual.

We're at the ready.

Copy that.

Okay, we got a visual
on the car transporter.

- We're on the move.
- We're moving in.

You ready?

Okay, well, this has got
to go to Connecticut.

How we gonna do that?

Oh, where's our backup?

We got to get another truck.
Come on, we got to move now.

Right away.

They're going for the door.
Come on.

- Police!
- Police! Get your hands up!

Get your hands where
we can see 'em. - Don't move!

Nice and slow.

Get your hands up.

Baez is on the move.
I got to go after him.

I'll cover you.
All right.

Guys, we're gonna cover him.
He's going in.

Got it.


This one illegal?

It's one of Fidel's favorites.

Isn't it a
conflict of interest

for you to represent
a kid who was arrested

on a tip that
you supplied?

He's a family friend.

Oh, yeah? Whose family?

Come on, Frank.

He didn't know anything
about the hit.

He's 19,
he's never been arrested.

He got swept up.

I hope you're not looking
for a favor, Angelo.

Just a little mercy.

He grew up without a father.

He deserves a break,
you know, a second chance.

That's why I recommended
the Shock program.

Boot camp for first offenders,
high success rate.

He'll do a
year, minimum.

A year?

Any wiggle room there?

Hard to learn from your mistakes
without consequences.

All right. Well... let's eat.

They got some nice stone crab
sent up from Miami.

I asked her to save us some.

Sounds good to me.

Thing about stone crabs?

You got to take them
one claw at a time

so the crab can keep moving
around doing his crab business

while it grows back.

Kind of like your law practice.

That's not nice, Frankie.

That's very good.
You're a funny guy.

"Revenge is an act of passion.

Vengeance of justice."

Samuel Johnson.

Said it better than me.

There's another saying.

If you're looking for vengeance,
you better dig two graves--

one for your enemy,
one for yourself.

Still, in the same
situation, I think

both you guys would've done
the exact same thing I did.

No way.

I don't know about Francis.

I would've let
the scumbag fall.

Who wants a cannoli?


Hi there.

Or a little Scotch for those
watching their waistlines.

What's going on?

Got out of work early.

Yeah. Linda and
the boys went out,

so, we figured
we'd come over

and watch a movie
or something.

John Wayne marathon at 9:00.

Or we could watch
this great double bill.

Death Wish and Walking Tall.

So, are we drinking to remember,
or drinking to forget?

Here you go.

You're getting more and more

like your older brother
every day, kid.

It's awfully crowded

in here for a Monday,
don't you think?

Well, we can always
send 'em packing.

Nah. I never like to see a good
bottle of Scotch go to waste.

I'll get the glasses.

All right.


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