Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 11 - Ties That Bind - full transcript

Danny's loyalty is tested when he is assigned to the case of a childhood friend, Mickey, who is under investigation for having ties to an infamous mob family. Meanwhile, Frank gets word ...

Hey, guys, why don't
you go upstairs

and wash your hands
before dinner.

I know I only met
you guys at the wedding,

but the amount of times
your name comes up here,

you would think that we
were next-door neighbors.

Well, we practically are now.
Just over the bridge.


Don't tell anyone,

but I think
he missed you.

Well, I might've
told some stories

from the old days
now and again.

Aw, do you miss me, buddy?

Yeah, you know I do.

Oh, you should talk.

This one goes on about

his boyhood
BFF so much,

when our kids were little,

they thought Danny Reagan
was the name of a superhero.

It's not?

She's funny.
She's funny.

No, but all jokes aside,
it's... having you guys here,

it's like an early
Christmas present.

Same here.

And it's permanent now?

It's official?

I mean, no more Florida?

Bye-bye, Boca.
Hello, Bay Ridge.

Hello, Bay Ridge.

No, you know,
with my mom being sick,

it was time to come home.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear about that.


Sit down, relax.

Thank you.

But you know what's nice

is that we'll actually
get to know you guys

after all these years.

Yeah, we should make
something official,

like, uh, once a week,

either dinner or a game
or something.

Done and doner.
All right.

We just hope you're happy here

and you don't miss
Florida too much.

Speaking of missing Florida...

you must've done
pretty well down there

in the Sunshine State,
my friend,

with that, uh,
snazzy Benz you pulled up in.

I got lucky.

I wind up in real
estate after college.

Right time,
right place, I guess.

Mickey's being modest.
He works really hard

to give our family
life's little extras.


Babe, I'm gonna, um,
take the trash cans out, okay?

Danny, we're about to sit.

Yeah, I know. It's, uh...

If I don't do it now,
I'll forget, so...

Yobou obokobay?


What on earth was that?

Ob. I never told you about ob?


Yeah, it's-it's their

secret language
from fifth grade?

That's right.

Danny made me learn that
before we got engaged.

Oh, brother.


Here, have some more.

We're gonna need it.

The perp came running
out of the liquor store

with a bag of cash,

and the clerk right behind him
with a baseball bat.

I yelled, "Police, don't move."

I saw a flash,

and the next thing I know,
I'm lying here.

That flash was a .9 millimeter
in the hand of the wheelman.

I should have seen him coming.

He was around a corner.

When he heard you,
he came out blasting.

There's nothing
you could have done.

The good news is the doctor says
you're going to be just fine.

Yeah, he thinks
I can go home tomorrow.

With a medal pinned
to your chest.

Rest up.

Thank you, Commissioner.

The press is going
to want a few words.

What else is new?


As you were.

Officer Wallace.

Yes, sir.

Partner's doing fine.

And you both did good work.

Well, we could have
done better, sir.

He came out of a blind spot.

You didn't stand a chance.

That's just it, sir.

That perp never should
have had that gun.

The shooter-- I saw
him casing that shop

four hours earlier.

He kept patting
his hip, you know,

like there was
a gun there...

But you didn't question him.

Because of the new restrictions
on Stop, Question and Frisk?

The judge says we could
get sued personally

if we do a wrong stop.

And you didn't want
to take any chances.

I screwed up, didn't I?

No, son.

We did.

Hey, top of
the morning, Sarge.

There you are.
Follow me.

Little coffee first, boss?

I got someone who
needs to talk to you.


And bah humbug to you, too.

Reagan, this is
Lieutenant Sutton from OCID.


Is there a problem?

Well, frankly, that's what
we're here to find out.

This is you,
isn't it, Detective?


That was you taking pictures
at my house?

Yes, it was.

What the hell
is going on here, Sarge?

You got OCID
sitting on my house,

taking pictures
of me and my family?

No, they weren't taking
pictures of you, Danny.

Like hell they weren't.

We weren't on you,

We were on your pal,
Michael Patrick.


What... what the hell would
OCID want with Mickey?

Well, maybe because
he's a known member

of the Vasquez Family...

Come on.
...the biggest crime family in Florida.

And I'm the Lord of the Dance.

I'm not horsing around,

Look, it can't be, okay?

It's not even possible.

Last month, the key players
from the top families

across the country
held a summit

masquerading as
a golf outing.

Yeah, right. Okay.

Now, look,
you got the wrong guy.

Okay? Mickey's into real estate.

Want to tell me
what your buddy

in real estate was
doing with them?

There he is, with the rest
of the Vasquez capos.

Mickey's a gangster?

Have a seat, Detective.

We're gonna be
here a while.

♪ Blue Bloods 4x11 ♪
Ties That Bind
Original Air Date on December 20, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Quality of life crime
is up 30%.

Violent crime
is up 20.

A judge rules against
Stop and Frisk

and basically says,
"My work here is done."

And now you see the results.

We've got a wounded cop

that almost didn't
make it home to his family

because this judge won't
let our cops do their jobs.

This department
dates back to 1845.

That's a whole lot of
good police work done

before anyone came up
with Stop and Frisk.

I think we should get these
numbers in front of the press.

To what end?

To get public opinion

back on our side.

In an effort to...?

Ignite debate.

Oh, come on, Garrett.

The last thing
in the world

this issue needs
is more debate.

All due respect,
I think Garrett is right.

People see those crime numbers,
they might rethink the issue.

Well, a lot of good
it's gonna do them.

The judge has ruled.

It's a bad call.
Shouldn't we try to change it?

Our job isn't
to change the law.

Our job is to uphold the law--
even the ones we don't like.

Frank, in all the years
I've known you,

I've never once seen you
willing to give up.

Who the hell said anything
about giving up?

He never gave any hints
about his mob ties?


Look, as far as I knew,
Mickey was making a killing

selling beachfront property
to the Boca blue hairs.

Well, he wasn't.

He was help bringing
their crime business

to the 21st century.

Setting up shell companies,
offshore accounts, et cetera.

Okay, so if he's some
Florida mob big shot,

why'd he come back home?


The Vasquez family has
been building up relationships

with some of the organized
crime outfits up here.

Your buddy Mickey
is the go-between.


If what you're
saying is true,

well, then,
I guess Mickey...

he deserves whatever
he's got coming.

I'm glad you feel that way.


Let me know how it goes.

Actually, we were hoping
you could help.


Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, you said it yourself.

He deserves
what he's got coming.

If what you're saying is true.

It is.

Okay, suppose it is.

It's a bad play.

Mickey's no idiot.
He knows I'm a cop.

He's not gonna spill
mob secrets to me

just 'cause we goofed around
on the monkey bars as kids.

I agree.

We have to get creative.

Look, there are
a thousand other detectives

who you could put
on this besides me.

Yes, but there's
only one that he trusts.

Does it mean anything to you
that he's my friend,

that we grew up together?

Means everything.

Means you could get close.

You could put him in
a compromising position.

It means if we flip him,

we just took down the biggest
mob operation in 20 years.

And it also means

that I will have
sold my soul.

I got cases to work.

Right now, I'm asking
for your help, Detective.

But I don't have to ask.

Mickey is a wise guy?

That's what I'm saying.

It can't be, right?

Well, I'm surprised,

but I'm not exactly
blown away.

What do you mean?

It's not like
I was an angel.

I mean, every time
Mickey got in trouble,

I was right there with him.

Yeah, which is why Dad

never liked you
hanging around him

and always kept you
on a short leash.

Don't remind me.

You remember that time

you guys got caught
for shoplifting

down at Jim Duffy's
five and dime?

Yeah. Thought the
old man was gonna

pull the slapper out for sure.

Yeah, and that's
when Mom

wanted to send you
to military school.

Do you know why?

Let me guess: because
Mickey was a bad influence?

No. Because she always
thought you had a blind spot

when it came to Mickey.

You know, there's
a story about that day

that I never told anyone.

Mickey was halfway home
when the cops rolled up on me.

Now, anyone else would've
kept going, but he didn't.

When he heard I was
getting pinched,

he turned around
and he took the rap with me.

Okay, so now he's
a stand-up guy, is that it?

Oh... maybe.

Maybe you still
have a blind spot.

Or maybe OCID got it wrong.

If they were coming
to get you

to lock up one of your friends,

would you just take
their word for it?

Okay, you have
a point, Danny.

If I was going after
one of my friends,

I would make damn sure
they were no good first.

Talk to me.

Danny, 3151 West 49th Street.

I'm on my way.

I'll meet you in the lobby.


He just got off on 16.


Punch me in the face.


I'm not kidding.
Come on, hit me.

what the hell's going on?

We tailed Mickey.

Keyed his way
into an office on Madison

under the name
of Gator Empire, Inc.

It's a shell corp
for the Vasquez family.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

So, does this mean
that you're in?

On one condition.

You got to offer him
witness protection.


All right,
go ahead and punch me.

You're nuts.

Just do it already.

How'd you get
the shiner, Reagan?

You step out of line with Linda?

Yeah, left my socks
on the floor again.

Closed eighteens.
You're up.

Yeah, seriously though,
what happened?

Perils of the job.

- Oh, no. No, no.

Come on!
What's wrong?

Mack Daddy's losing.

Come on, come on!

You betting
the ponies, Reagan?

I got a little action
going, come on.

Come on, come on!
A lot of action?

He's ten lengths
behind this horse!

How does he lose
that race?!

Bartender! Two more.

Danny, how much you bet?

He's the back end of my double.

You bet a daily double?

Reagan, that's a sucker bet.

Yeah, well, call me a sucker.

No, not the Danny Reagan I know.

Now, why don't you tell me
how you got a black eye.

Don't worry about it, okay?

No, you know, that's what I do
because that's what friends do.

Look, I tell you,
you can't tell a soul, okay?

Not even Connie.

I sobwobear obon moby lobife.

What's going on?

Come on.

I'm in a hole, Mick.


How deep?
12 feet.

Things just got a little out of hand.

That's all.
A lot out of hand, Danny.

You know how it is, Mick.

I fell behind, I tried
to double up and catch up.

Stupid horse was
gonna be my Hail Mary.

She didn't come
through for you.


Built a real house of cards.

Behind on the car payment,
the kids' tuition,

took out a pension loan.

It's only a matter of time
before Linda finds out,

and that's
when I'm really screwed.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna help, all right?

I'm gonna give you the money.
No, no.

You're gonna pay me
back when you can.

No interest. I insist.
No, forget about it.

Forget about it.


Mick, you and I both know
what money does to friendships.

You've been gone
all these years,

you just got back;
I'm not gonna screw this up

over my problems, no way.

I-I hear you, but...

what are you gonna do?

Put in some overtime,
couple odd jobs, I guess.

12 grand in overtime?

What other choice do I have?

Well, let me think
about this, look...

I might know a guy

that might be able to
give you some work.


Yeah, but no promises.

And no more betting.

All right, no more betting.


Mr. Mayor.

I just got word
from the hospital

that they will be sending

Officer Powell home
this afternoon.

That's good news.

Yes, he's recovering nicely.

His partner's wounds, however,

might take a while
longer to heal.

I'm sorry, Frank, I wasn't aware

there was
another officer injured.

Well, a few hours
before the shooting,

his partner observed the shooter

and thought he might be
carrying a weapon.

But fearing that a judge
might rule his actions

to be a violation
of civil rights,

he chose not to stop
and question the individual.

If you've come here to tell me

that your men and women
are handicapped...

I didn't.
...because they can no longer

toss black men against
the wall for no reason,

you've come to the wrong person.

Aw, cut it out.

I know exactly
where this is going, Frank.

No, you don't.

I'm not here looking to reopen
Stop, Question and Frisk.

But our crime stats are now
headed in the wrong direction.

I've seen the numbers,

and I'm confident
you can turn them around.

The judge's new rules say
we must have

significant cause before we stop
and question individuals.

That's how it is.

But we'd like some help.

Frank, I'll do anything
I can to help.

You know that.


I would like you to go
to the press and explain

that See Something,
Say Something no longer applies

to just stray backpacks
and unattended luggage.

If we're gonna
stop someone,

we need to show just cause,

and a phone call
from a concerned citizen

goes a long way.

Frank, you want me to ask
the people of our city

to be on the lookout for crime?

That's gonna make
people nervous.

Mr. Mayor,

the last two decades have shown
dramatic decreases in crime.

Our job is to sustain that

under new
and more challenging conditions.

But we can't do it alone.

Let me think about it.

You don't want to go near this.

Frank, I said
let me think about it.

Please do.

You know, I can't believe
you got a table in this place.

We've been trying
to come here for months.

How did you do it?

Oh, Mickey has
a fancy friend.

Some Wall Street guy
I sold a house to, that's it.

Well, that's what we need, hon.

We need a fancy friend.

Well, we got a fancy friend
of a friend,

how's that?

You boys are funny.

I gonna step
to the ladies room.

I am right behind you.

See you in an hour.

You're in better spirits, huh?

It's an act.

I don't want Linda
getting suspicious.

Did you speak to your friend?

Yeah, about that,
I didn't mean

to get your hopes up, Danny.

Look, I don't think
that thing's a good idea.

What are you talking
about, Mick? Why not?

He's not the kind of guy
you want to be involved with.

Well, who is he?

Danny, just let me
lend you the money.

Listen, it's not gonna

come between us, okay?
You know what?

I'll give it to you.
No strings.

Consider it a gift. Done.

So, I'm a charity case now,
is that it?

Danny, you got it all wrong.

Do I?


Sounds to me like you're saying
that you're the fancy big shot

and I'm the guy looking
for a handout here.

That's not
what I'm saying at all.

Mick, just introduce me
to the guy.

Let me figure it out
for myself, okay?

Make the connection.

Look, I got into this jam
on my own.

Danny, look at me.

We're not talking
about hanging some drywall

for some extra bucks.

You understand what I'm saying?

Yeah, I do.

You're okay with that?

It's the only shot I got, Mick.

All right.

Call you tomorrow.
We'll sit down and talk.



Okay, whatever he says,

you make sure
you get it on tape.

On tape? Whoa.

Nobody said anything to me
about wearing a wire.

Well, he wants
to meet in an hour.

We have no lead time
to wire the place.

It's too risky.

And so is me walking
into the church

with that thing
stuck to my chest.

He's your friend.
He trusts you.

He may look stupid,
but he's actually pretty smart.

He's not smarter than you.

You know how to play him.

Besides, we'll be
right around the corner.

One word from you,

and we'll storm the place
like it's Normandy.

Normandy was a bloodbath.

Not my best analogy.

But you got my word,
we'll take care of you.

I'll take care
of myself, thanks.

Give me the wire.

What are we doing
here, Mickey?


I love coming to church
this time of year.

Why, you got the creeps?

Well, yeah, a little bit.

Me and you here like this,
it's a little creepy.

It looks... smaller,
doesn't it?

I don't know.
I'm here all the time.

Looks the same to me.

I remember
being... terrified

coming in
here as a kid.

Really felt the eyes
of God on you, didn't you?

Yeah. Yeah, tell me about it.

You, um... want
to go get a slice?

No, in a minute.
Let's talk.

We're gonna talk here?

No, not here. Up there.

Up... there?
What? Like old times.

When we were altar
boys. But first...

The new millennium.

Huh, Danny? Eyes and
ears everywhere, and...

what we have to discuss today,
best kept between friends.

Yeah. Of course.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

No offense, Danny,
you're a cop.


And... I would be stupid

not to take precautions.

Come on.
You want to pat me down?

Well, I don't want to.

I'm not wearing a wire, Mickey.

Then you won't
mind showing me.

Since when is my word
not good enough for you?

Come on, Danny.

Your word's
good enough for me.

We're gonna be discussing
third parties,

and I'm afraid your word,
not good enough for them.

So, may I?

Of course.

All right, okay,
let's talk.

What the hell happened?

Why didn't we hear anything
on the wire?

'Cause I took this
damn thing off

before I even walked in
the door, that's why.

And it's a good thing.

Otherwise, you'd be at
a cop funeral right now.

You pulled the wire and still
went through with the sit-down?

Yeah, and Mickey said enough
to incriminate himself.

That's great.

Too bad it's of no use to us--
it's your word against his.

You know they make apps
for everything these days?

You recorded it on your phone?

He took my phone
before I sat down,

but... I had a second phone
stashed in my ankle holster,

and I recorded every word.

You happy?

Nice work, Detective.

Yeah, some victory. Whoo-hoo.

I'll tell you how
to beat this thing.

Ignore it.

Tell every cop
to go out there

and do the job, like
they've done before.

Great idea. And open up each
and every one to a lawsuit, Pop.

What they gonna do,
sue 35,000 cops?


Let this mess crumble
under its own weight.

And if it doesn't,
you're carrying a mortgage,

you're saving
for your kid's college.

The legal fees alone would
wipe you out.

Pop, what kind of a PC orders
his people to break the law?

The judge's rule was wrong.

That's an opinion.

But the fact is
the judge has ruled,

and we have to live with it,
like it or not.

Well, I don't like it,
and neither should you.

I didn't say I did.

So, as a cop,

where do you come down on this?

As a cop?

Professionals are valued
for their instincts,

their ability to react,

whether you're a cop
or an NFL quarterback.

I can think of no other
profession where you're told

to bench your talents, and then
you're penalized if you don't.

Honestly, this ruling makes
the job ten times harder.


But I think
the judge has a point.

I think Stop and Frisk
is an effective instrument

that started to be overused.

Cops going too far with it.

That's part of it.

There's something else?

A lot of cops started
to get lazy.

A few years ago, Stop and Frisk
was just one of many ways

that we could get guns
off the streets.

It was a potent tool.

So potent that bosses
started to encourage us

to abandon all other means
in favor of this one method.

So the shortcut became
the favorite route.

And I'm the boss
of those bosses.

Didn't mean it like that.

Sure, you did.

You're saying this falls
on my shoulders.

And you're right.

Hey, Danny boy!


What's the matter?

Oh, no, don't tell me
you're betting again.

No betting, Mickey.

In fact, there was never
any gambling trouble at all.

I'm not following.

It was a play, Mick.

What are you telling me?

I'm telling you I got
a recording of you

offering me money for sensitive
NYPD information.

Danny, listen to me.

Some kind of joke,
it's not funny.

It's no joke.
It's real and it's happening,

so do me a favor, get your hands
out of your pockets,

get 'em up in the air.
Come on.

You framed me?
Come on, Mick.

You framed me, Danny,
your oldest friend?

You set me up?

Turn around.

Okay, okay.

Give it up.
Give it up!

I don't kill anybody.

Oh, so that's supposed
to make what you do okay, hmm?

I'm just a businessman, Danny.

I'm good at making deals,
that's all.

What kind of deals you making,
huh, Mick?

Hmm? Drugs, gambling,
prostitution, what?

Do you even hear yourself?!

No, no, I don't do
any of that stuff.

I'm not involved
with any of that.

I put people together.

I buy and sell companies,
I move some money around.

That's it, okay? I got nothing
to do with anybody getting hurt.

But they do get hurt!

And if it's not you,
it's your associates,

which makes you just as guilty!

Don't you get that?!

What the hell
happened to you, huh?

Why did you do this?

I didn't know
I was doing it, Danny.

I was just a young hotshot
good at making deals.

These guys saw it,
they paid me a premium

to do the exact same thing
on a larger scale with them.

By the time I realized
who they were...

it's too late.

Well... maybe it's not too late.

How bad is it?

Ten years bad.

Maybe 15.

Unless you're willing
to work with me.

Don't even say it.

You got to testify
against them, Mick.

Not possible.

You got to put these animals

where they belong, behind bars.

Danny, you know.

I speak one word
against the Vasquez family,

and that's as good as me
putting Connie and the boys

in a body bag myself.

Mick, we'll protect you.

We'll put you and Connie
and the boys

in witness protection
where you'll be safe!

At least you'll have a chance!

And then what?

Connie never sees her mother
ever again?

My boys have
to give up my name?

And become a couple of nobodies
living in the middle of nowhere.

Yeah. Maybe you'd rather

they just stare at you through
six inches of Plexiglas

for the next ten years, huh?


My name is Charles Bryce.

I'm the attorney
of record,

and my client has
nothing more to say.

That's how it's gonna be, Mick?

Nothing to say?

Not a word.

Turn around.

Get him out of here.


Feds are requesting
a million dollars bail.

A million dollars?

Well, he just moved here.
He's a flight risk.

And trust me,
it's a good thing.

Why is that?

Vasquez family put a hit out
on Mickey.

You got to be kidding me.

I knew this was a terrible idea.

They think he's talking to us.

Well, obviously,
he's not talking.

You just heard for yourself.

Well, they don't know that.

And they wouldn't believe it
if we told them.

We can't help this guy
'cause he won't talk,

and they want to whack him
'cause they think he is?

I know.
You know?

That's all you got
to offer-- you know?

I want two marshals
on him at all times.

If he goes to take a leak,

I want one of them
flushing the...

It's already being
taken care of.

If he gets whacked,
it's on me.

Then I'm gonna be on you.

Over there.

Those three.

Why are we here, Frank?

The one in the ball cap and
the blue jacket. You see him?

I do.

Two cell phones going--

one for calls,
the other for texts.

I don't think he
runs a hedge fund.

There's no law against
carrying two cell phones, Frank.

No, there isn't.

But you see the way
he keeps shifting his weight

and tapping his hip?

Okay. So?

Well, a loaded pistol
weighs about two pounds.

These guys don't use holsters,

so it's just
kind of loose weight

with only the elastic
in his waistband

or a skinny belt to secure it.

So that man's carrying a gun?

My 30-plus years doing
police work says yes.

He is carrying
a gun and therefore

likely to be involved
in dealing drugs.

Given the neighborhood,
probably crack.

So what are we going
to do about it?


Frank, I got it.

Lesson over.

If he's carrying a gun,
someone needs to stop him.

Well, what if I'm wrong?

What if it's just a pint
of vodka he keeps checking?

But you say your experience
tells you it's a gun.

It does.

But I am not infallible.

And he is black.

If I'm wrong and stop him,
I open myself up to a lawsuit.

But if somebody makes a call,

then it gives the police just
cause to stop and question him.

That's right.

But unless and until it does,

no cop who cares about
his pension will go near him.

We're done here.

Your medicine working yet?

Aw, Gramps.

I'm either sending my buddy
to jail or to his grave.

They don't make medicine
strong enough to deal with that.

You didn't do anything
but your job.


Mickey brought this on himself.

So why do I feel
like a piece of crap then?

'Cause you cared for him.

Yeah. Well, sometimes I think
I should've been a firefighter.

You just learning
this is a thankless job?

What now, Sutton?

Mickey just made bail.

How the hell did he do that?

It wasn't him.

A Vasquez soldier posted it
for him.

Vasquez family
just bailed Mickey out.

There's only one reason
they'd want to spring him.


Connie, where's Mickey?

What do you want?

I need to talk to Mickey.

He's in jail, where you put him.

Come on. You and I both know
they bailed him out,

so knock it off.

So what if they did?

That's what friends do.

You think they're his friends.
They're not, Connie.

They think he talked.

He didn't tell you a thing.

I know that, but they don't.

If they bailed him out,
it's 'cause they think he sang

and they're gonna hurt him.


Connie, look at me.

You know I'm not lying.

Where is he?

I don't... I don't know
where he is.

I honestly don't.

He texted me a while ago,
but it's just gibberish.

I think he pocket-dialed me.

It's in ob.

"Taking me under the bridge.

I love you."


I got to... I got to go.

This is Detective Reagan.

I'm gonna need
a 10-85 forthwith.

No, no, no! You got it wrong.

You got it wrong! No!
Shut up.

No. No.

Don't do this.

You got it wrong.
You guys got it wrong.

I didn't do anything!

I'm begging you.
Don't do this.

Police! Drop it!





One in the chamber.

Drop the gun!

Learn how to count.

Come on.

Come on.

Get this piece of crap
out of here.

This is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna make a change,
you're gonna set things right

and then, maybe then,

I'll consider calling you
a friend again.

I got to testify.

Yeah, you got to testify.

I'll be there
the whole time

making sure
you don't screw it up

like you screwed up
everything else.

And after that?

After that, you start a new life
with Connie and the boys.

I want to say something, but...

"thank you" doesn't seem
like enough.

It's not enough.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.


At ease.

There's a lot of talk
around this precinct

and throughout the department

about Stop, Question and Frisk.

Many of you believe
that the judge's ruling

is unfair,

even dangerous.

Here is my take on the ruling.

It is the law.

And because it is the law,

we damn sure are gonna see
that it is carried out.

Now, I know that's not
what many of you want to hear.

And that's fine.

You have a right
to your opinion...

...when you are off duty.

But when you come
through those doors

and you put on that uniform,

best check those opinions
in your locker.

The real truth
about Stop, Question, and Frisk

is that it is
a highly effective measure.

And it has helped us take
a whole lot of bad guys

off the street.

But it is not

the only tool on your belt.

And it is not something
we are discarding altogether.

And I can tell you

that the mayor gets that.

I need some help.

I need you

to do the job
you signed on to do.

I will give you clear guidelines
so you can do that job.

And I will...


have your back.

That is all.


When you were kids,
did you know

that Mr. Patrick was gonna
turn out to be a criminal?

No, I didn't know that.
We were just friends.

I knew.

Oh, come on, Pop.

20/20 hindsight?

Well, I did.

Mickey Patrick was a born felon.


Come on, Gramps.

I didn't even how I
was gonna turn out,

much less anyone else.

None of us did.

You thought you might
turn out sideways?

No, I was an angel.

I'm talking about
your Uncle Danny.

Grandma always kept
a little bail fund for Danny

in a mayonnaise jar
over the fridge.

No, she did not.

Your dad was
the type of guy

that liked to know
everyone else's moves

before he decided
on his own.

Which is not a bad way to be,
and handy for a cop.


If you can stop yourself
from defining someone

by their worst choices,

you know, like your dad tries to
do, then you'll be a better man.

I'm really loving this.

But if a guy
commits a crime,

isn't he a criminal?

For that act, yes.

But that's not all he is.

Uh, okay.

All right, Sean,

what movie do we always watch
this time of year?

A Christmas Carol.

Okay, take Ebenezer Scrooge.

He starts out a decent fellow,
then he gets cranky,

then he gets downright mean,
then he gets scared,

and then he tries
to bargain his way out,

and then he ends up
all jolly and generous.

So, Ebenezer Scrooge,
good guy or bad guy?


But he is bad
through most of the story.

I say bad.

Yeah, and when you call
someone a Scrooge,

it means that they're cheap
in a mean sort of way.

That's right.

Yeah, but...

when you watch the movie,

you end up liking him
in the end.

Also right.

What you take away is up to you,

makes you who you are in terms
of how you look at other people.


And there was no bail fund.

You remember
that envelope full of cash

that Mom gave you
on your 21st birthday?

Yeah. Had a couple hundred bucks
in it.

Bail fund.

No, no, no. Mom told me

it was docked allowance
from over the years.


No. Bail fund.

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